Serena Valentino Books Novels & Stories

Seraphina just replied: “It’s alright, I actually think it’s… quite amusing. Rico won’t mind.” With her blessing, the conversation swung right back to Rico. “Wait, is Mr. Valentino actually gonna be there? You never hear anything about him these days.Man, who would’ve thought the legend of Queens would fly this far under the radar?” “Miss Rossi, will Mr. Valention be attending?” Another message from Seraphina popped up:“He just texted me back. He’s coming.”

May the moon save me. Serena is trapped. Her disguise barely survived the first day, she has made a public enemy of Damien, and now she is stuck sharing a room with him. Serena tightened her grip on the doorframe. For the briefest moment, she considered evading the matter before her, pretending she made a mistake and this was not the room assigned to her. But Damien's smirk told her he knew there would be no escaping this time. He leaned back in his chair like the king of his castle, his boots crossed at the ankles, as if this room was his, and she was invading it. "Are you just going to stand there all day, Vale, or did you just decide to move in?"

I type a quick caption, ignoring the messages popping up from Vincent, who is upset that I ended the call. I mute his notifications before handing my phone to Mom, who gasps, "You didn't...seriously, Serena? 'She found a richer man'" She throws the phone on the duvet before pushing me on the bed and straddling me, both my arms and feet are tucked between her legs. "No! No, please!" I beg, knowing what's coming next. "Oh yes!" she exclaims, brown eyes wide with excitement. Her fingers find the sensitive spots on my neck and torso, "Don't mess with a person who knows your weakness."

To be honest, Viola had ordered quite a lot during their breakfast. Sean furrowed his brow. “Who invited you to breakfast?” “Viola. More specifically, Viola Albert, the very famous model,” Hera replied. Sean fell silent upon hearing the name clearly mentioned by Hera. “She met with you?” Sean asked for confirmation. Hera nodded firmly. “Yes, she even asked about my boyfriend, but I told her I don’t have one. And she seemed very happy.” Sean remained silent for a moment, processing what Hera had just said. Suddenly… ***

I said with a smirk on my face. " Who the fuck are you? Austin asked " Me? Armando maybe you should introduce us? "Yes boss. She... She is Serena Riccardo. The most dreaded.... " " No Armando. My name is enough to send shivers down their spine" "Serena? You are my brother's major rival. Hold on... Why did you kidnap us? Eliana asked "I'll save you the details. Revenge! " Hold on... Why don't you keep us out of this ..." Lucile pleaded. " Where is my baby? She asked

My whole body shivered uncontrollably. Ian… How could he? Out there, with another woman? And so recklessly that it landed them in a hospital? The realization was like a blow to the gut. My breath hitched painfully, and I clung to the wall for support. Why did I have to find out like this—while carrying his child? Why did he have to betray me, especially today, of all days? Valentine's Day. Suddenly, a sharp, stabbing pain gripped my belly. I bent over, barely able to stay on my feet, while the voices around me continued unabated.

I kissed the tears and told her she’s still the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I don’t want her thinner. I want her soft and glowing and mine. I text Priya: Tell Anton to add more calories starting tomorrow. Avocado toast with eggs, full-fat yogurt, chocolate at night if she wants. Tell him I’ll know if he doesn’t. Then I open the folder on my desktop labeled simply “S.” Inside are 11,847 photos. I scroll slowly. Serena sleeping, Serena laughing at a restaurant, Serena in lingerie I bought her, Serena with bruises shaped like my fingers, Serena smiling at me like I’m her whole world.

"You don't know anything about me." "Don't I?" His finger traced her jaw. "Princeton graduate, summa cum laude. Art history major with a business minor. You speak French, Italian, and enough Spanish to get by. You take your coffee black, you hate romantic comedies, and you've been sleeping in the guest room for eight months because your husband's touch makes your skin crawl." Serena's breath caught. "How could you possibly—" "I make it my business to know things, Mrs. Valentino. Especially things that belong to me."

"I’d sooner share a den with his father than touch his brother," Serena spat, her voice echoing off the cold stone walls. "And that’s saying something. Richard Graves is a sleazy old wolf who thinks every female in the pack is his for the taking." Caleb leaned against the doorframe, his expression grim. "The apples don't fall far from the rotten tree, Serena. They’re all built from the same jagged bone." The door creaked open, and Valeria stepped in. Her scent was spiked with agitation—the sharp, metallic tang of a wolf who had been baring her teeth.

Then I asked, "So what else do you like, Valente?" His lips twitched at the way I said his name. "I like when people don't ask me personal questions" I rolled my eyes. "Shocking" A small smirk. "I like whiskey" I lifted a brow. "That's it?" He shrugged. "I don't think about what I like" "That's sad" He tilted his head slightly. "And what about you, Juliana?" I swallowed another spoonful of ice cream. "I like books. The smell of rain. Chocolate cake or anything chocolate"