Serena Roses Novels & Stories

With how long and slender it was, it was impossible for someone not to wonder just how beautiful her face had to be to match her body. Cassian instinctively looked at her face, and at the same time, she noticed him. Their eyes met. Instantly, he stopped breathing. All he could think of was how such a captivating woman could exist. Serena was probably around 30 years old. She had a thick head of hair and an oval-shaped face with large, round eyes. She gave off a naturally seductive air that reminded people of nymphs and sirens. She spoke up first. "Who are you? What are you doing here?"

She nods, but stays for a moment longer. Serena is a short, slim woman, with tight blonde curls that fall just past her shoulders. She has sharp features, a small pointed nose, large almond-shaped eyes, that had been bright blue and glowing gently in the video from her camera feed, and full lips that are parted slightly in sleep.

Serena. I stood up slowly, brushing the marble dust from my worn trousers. My hands stayed in my pockets, my right thumb pinning the data-shard against my palm. When I finally turned, Serena was standing at the entrance of the memorial, her shimmering gown of pixelated silk flowing in a breeze that didn't exist. Her silver hair caught the moonlight, but as she stepped closer, the edges of her silhouette blurred, flickering with a faint, jagged distortion. The Savior status was struggling to render tonight.

I felt bad for the hunky who was to die. "Ro-" "Serena," she stopped me from calling her by her code name. She always went by her code name Rosa whenever she wanted to kill, and if she succeeded in her mission, she would drop a black rose on the victim's body. She wanted the black rose to stand as her signature; on the news, the reporters would call her by the name everyone else had chosen to call her - Black Rose. "Black Rose has struck again" is what they would say. The anonymous, skillful, and unfathomable agent of the grim reaper, Maria.

Every smile reminded everyone why she would command the highest bids. Not far away stood Serena. The Rose Rona. Her dark red dress matched the flowers blooming effortlessly around her. Crimson roses spiraled along marble pillars. More appeared wherever her fingertips lingered. Perfect. Fragrant. Alive. Maya lowered her eyes. She had never seen Serena create a flower that died. Not once. A group of servants walked past. One of them sighed dramatically. "I heard three kingdoms are fighting over Lady Serena already." "Only three?" The other servant laughed.

I had seen it before. A crystal decanter slipping off a shelf in my penthouse during a late argument. The way she had moved—fast, precise and almost bored. I set my glass down carefully and sat up. My hand had gone slightly unsteady, and I didn’t allow unsteady hands. My gaze dropped to her wrist. There was no scar. Serena had a thin crescent mark there, on her left wrist. She said it was a riding accident when she was fourteen. I remembered noticing it because she hated when I looked at it too long.

"Princess Arah, the others will lead you to the bath, please follow them, your highness." I saw one of the other maids coming closer to me and making hand gestures for me to follow them. I got towards the with one of the maids following behind. As I put one of my feet inside of the warm and welcoming water filled with the petals of the beloved and most beautiful rose.

I’d gotten used to being invisible long before Serena came to live with us when we were ten. Serena was half succubus and half siren. She had amazing blue eyes that sparkled with purple streaks bursting from her pupil and, tonight, was wearing her glossy, dark chocolate brown hair in a braid down her back. It was easy to see she wasn’t exactly into the idea of going to this bar.

, she said, sending me a quick wink, making me frown. "I do have fun in general", I said, scowling at her. She shrugged and nodded her head negatively. "I highly doubt that." "Well, my definition of fun differs from yours. Also, when compared to your brother, I think I am far better." Lisa started laughing. "Oh please! When compared to Aiden even an eighty-year-old grandma is fun." After doing my makeup, she made me put on a little black dress and got dressed. . . . After a long drive, she halted in front of the most famous club in Shoresland, Bloodentine. I immediately cringed after getting down the car because of the loud ringing music.

I want to be independent in his eyes. It wasn't easy for me because I often got bleeding from my nose, but every time he took me to the convenience store where I worked, I felt better and my tiredness disappeared, even though he often teased me and to bend Sometimes it's like he's possessed by a kind fairy and he'll simply leave me his handkerchief to wipe my nosebleed or he'll bring me food from the store, even though I know that his older brother Dennis just ordered him, but I'm still happy even though he looks at me before leaving. gwen Karina Andrada, I realized that's the name of the person chasing Hera. With the help of my instinctive friend Lowan, a good hacker of cctvs and anything e