Serena Roses の小説・ストーリー

She is holding a flute of champagne in her hands while looking at the lawn underneath which has bright red roses blooming near the perimeter. "Serene Rivera, you are something else" Serene heard Vivian's voice taunting from behind her. Vivian made it a point to stress the 'Rivera' name, as if to alienate Serene from the rest of them. But Serene smiled at Vivian's efforts. "Is it? I used to believe that I am just a normal human like the rest of you" she countered sarcastically. She didn't turn around to face Vivian though. Vivian huffed and stood beside Serene while facing the Rivera Princess.

Greyson and Rosie come up to Celine and George. “She’s not a normal witch.” Rosie speaks in French, but he sees Serena’s face go dark and he stops her. “She knows French, just speak in English. Or ask her.” Rosie flushes and bows her head, “I’m sorry. That was rude.” Serena joins them with Connor coming to sit beside her.

“Speaking of different, why did you ditch the SinoTech deal? Flew back like the devil was chasing you. Bet your family’s losing their shit right now.” I ignored him, taking another burn of whiskey. My mind replayed every second of Lila: her jealousy when I kissed Chloe, her cries when I fvcked her, her betrayal when she walked out with Kane. “Damian!” a soft, excited voice squealed. I looked up. Serena. She walked into the lounge in a red dress that hugged her body. Her hips swayed like she was ok the runway. Her friend, some brunette in a black mini-dress trailed behind.

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…”

"Even if she does get angry, she'll come crawling back in a couple of days. She's got nowhere else to go." His man let out an admiring breath. "Damien. You've really got it figured out." The laughter that drifted out of that study cut like glass. My fist tightened, nails biting into my palm. So that's all I was to him: a cheap piece of merchandise. Just then Serena's head popped out of her room. She was wearing the shredded gown, smiling that harmless little smile. "Aurora, Damien said he's planting a whole field of blue roses for me in the back garden. We should have afternoon tea out there together sometime, wouldn't that be nice?"

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.