Serena Roses Novels & Stories

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.

He was more than sure that Lady Serena was only enduring because if she was patient enough, she would get what she wanted the most - the empress position. While the emperor was in the meeting with the minister of finance and Lady Serena, Emery took that chance to explore some parts of the Euthoria mansion. Right next to the meeting hall was a large garden looking like a maze with high hedges neatly trimmed. Several pink and red roses were blooming on the sides but what really caught Emery’s attention was the bed where black roses were seemingly reaching out to the sun. “They are outstanding, aren’t they? Even with the beautiful flowers around it, it still catches anyone’s attention… it truly

Just as it has been ever since I served divorce papers to Serena that day in the living room. Rosa was mad at my decision for sure, but she had no way of voicing any opinions. I was still her boss no matter how loyal she stayed to Serena. And on that note, “What situations?” I pressed, wanting to hear those words she had for me. “The same situations Madam Serena would have after taking a glass too many.” She said after a moment. Skillfully choosing her words so I wouldn’t have loop holes to hold her by. Using Serena… which means that Serena would- sh-she drinks late into the night?

And Paul watches me with guilt. “How did you get away, Rose?” Paul uses a softer tone this time, trying to gently coax me to keep speaking. Ivan’s soothing rubs on my back help me calm down. Another second and I’m able to speak again. “I fought my body. It sounds crazy but that’s exactly what I did. My body wanted to obey his command so I had to force it to listen to me instead. My attacker was surprised by this and when I told him to leave me alone, he listened.”

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.

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 sometimes wonder why it has so much love being given to it. It is so imperfect, yet that is its perfection just like all of us--We are perfect and one because of the imperfections of us. I also wonder why a rose just steals my heart every time I look at it--it's just so magnificent. Is it because of the color that it possesses or because of the way it possesses the frail heart of mine? So melted in my thoughts that I was, I didn't realize that I had to get out of the bath to get ready.

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.