Serena Roses Novels & Stories

She was confused because Theo Valencia did indeed have a name for himself in the industry and the articles upon articles she had read convinced her otherwise of what Krister had just said. “In business aspects, sure. But you know, being casual with people or just people overall, he’s dumb with that kind of thing.” he said before standing up. “Let’s get you ready. Sei was never late to any of her appointments and meetings.” Rojean took off her ring which Krister specifically said only when they were around people underground and she could put it back on when she was off work. “Too bad, you seem nice. You and Sei would have made the perfect couple. You’ve already memorised everything about her

Laura heard the opening and closing sound of the door and got that Rose is going out of the house where she goes often, releasing a deep sigh she heard the car sound and moved to her bed and Rose drove off her red Mercedes SUV to the nightclub ‘Demon’s Soul’. Rose is a charming, and a born beauty with no extra preparation, even with her most casual look attract everyone towards her, her height and figure, attractive sharp features make her prominent wherever she goes, then how is it not possible for her when she enters the club she wouldn’t get extra attention. She is a frequent customer of the Demon’s Soul night club, therefore many know her very well here and even know her temperament desp

"Took you forever to come back up, Damian! Let me take a look at this model you mentioned. She must be hot if you were willing to escort her up personally!" Zoey's eyes darted toward Serena, and she went still with shock. Serena was wearing loose, straight-cut trousers and a pastel-colored jacket. Her hair had been casually pulled back and secured with a claw clip, revealing her bare yet beautiful face. She hadn't put on any makeup today because of the upcoming photo shoot. Even without makeup, her skin was flawless and as smooth as double cream. She looked even more dazzling than most celebrities. Serena introduced herself to Zoey, "Hi, there. I'm Serena."

Almost immediately, another message popped up: [What are you doing? Not even a moment later, a digital rose bloomed on her screen. Serena stared at it, her expression unreadable. A rose? From Alexander? He wasn’t the texting type. Usually, if he replied to a message at all, it never went past two lines. Emojis? Practically unheard of. The sight of the unexpected flower made her brow furrow in confusion. She tapped back: [?] The response came instantly. [??] She narrowed her eyes. Is Alexander losing it?

The stench of sweat and sex was heavy in the air, making Serene’s stomach turn. The woman froze at the sound of the door crashing open and her head whipped around, and the moment her wide, terrified eyes met Serene’s, everything froze. Rose. Matteo’s young maid. Serene’s snarl ripped through the room. “You.” Rose barely had a second to react before Serene lunged. Matteo grunted, attempting to push himself upright, his bloated body shifting on the bed as he squinted in confusion. “What the…”

They had to all fucking make peace with who I was now. I stood near the center of the room in a stunning, low-cut silk dress, holding a glass of champagne. My eyes swept the crowd, and my chest tightened. A few feet away, Seraphina was gliding through the guests like a snake. She looked flawless, her designer gown flowing behind her as she stopped by a group of Martinez's top capos. She leaned in, her voice a loud whisper that she intentionally let carry across the room.

"If I have to kill the world to keep you breathing, then the world is already dead." She walked to the window, looking out at the Sicilian sun. She was the Black Rose, but she was no longer in a garden. She was in a hall of mirrors, and it was time to start breaking glass.

Then, fixing her eyes on my cousin, she tried to get a few words out. “Then you must be...” “Riccardo Serratore, at your service. Or maybe the other way around.”

Of course I wanted his number then I replied, "What is your name?" I sat my phone down so I could dry off and get dressed. Then like clock work another ping from I*******m. He asked, "What is your name beautiful?" I began to blush then replied. "My name is Elisabeth Rose Freeman ,but everyone calls me Beth", I messaged back. He then replied, "Vladius Lee Sinclair, nice to meet you Beth". I then in return sent my number to him. I finished getting ready for the day. I was planning on cleaning up my dorm room.

The scent of roses clung to the air, thick and sweet, but there was nothing gentle in the garden where Serenya had been cast. The blossoms were not flowers at all—at least not natural ones. Their crimson petals shone faintly under moonlight, shimmering with a sheen like wet blood. Their thorns were long, curved like hooks, and when she reached too close to push aside a vine, it snapped forward, drawing a line of red across her wrist.