Serena Van Der Woodsen Novels & Stories

"What's so special about you that has everyone talking and putting such a high price on you?" "I thought I told you to mind your own business," a woman comes from behind him. My eyes are still fuzzy making it hard for me to see too far. Kane moves out of the way to reveal a lady in her late twenties. She has long mousy brown hair and is tall and thin.

Seeing him as a severe threat, some players dodged his attacks and forfeited their matches. As Hera watched, the number of contenders for her hand dwindled to just three: Sir Thomas, Sir Gelo, and Sir Shawn. Could she go through a mock ceremony with anyone other than Thomas? Sure, she could, but the thought was tough to swallow. The idea of pretending with someone else didn’t sit right with her. “It won’t be long now,” Keia said, handing Hera a glass of wine. “You’re going to need this.” “I can’t. I’m way too nervous.”

I mentally facepalm. "Angela?" our moments suddenly cut off after someone called her name. I turned my gaze to where the voice came from and right there...I see a woman standing in our direction. She looks around twenty-three to twenty-seven, good physic, has honey tanned skin, short black hair, and indeed has a beautiful face. She was looking at us, curiosity was evident on her face. "Bel! Come here!" Angela spoke excitedly to the woman named Bel. Angela put three glasses and juice in the jar on the wooden table. Bel immediately approached our direction.

Alex also caught sight of Serena at the same time. His brows furrowed, then he turned to Lord Lex and said, “Lord Lex, is she the one that you’ve called me over to treat?” Lord Lex wouldn’t have known that Alex and Serena had conflicts before. At the moment, he smiled and said, “Yes! Let me introduce you. Miss Wai, this is the medical expert that I told you about, Mr. Alex Rockefeller; Mr. Rockefeller, this is a friend of mine from Hong Kong, Serena Wai. She’s the vice president of the largest cosmetics company in Hong Kong, Arles Cosmetics.”

But it took Tina these many years to realize that. "Don't you dare to call me by that name again" Tina thundered angrily. David jumped a little with fright. "What?" he whispered with surprise. "You heard me. It's Lady Tina for you" she said in a cold voice, which is enough to freeze him on the spot. "I, Tina Wimbledon, the current lady of the Magic Plane, punish David Brooks for the charges of kidnapping, assault, and treachery against the earth beings," Tina said loud and clear for everyone around them to hear.

I turned to the curious mad dog. "If it makes you feel any better, she's an omega wolf. “A!!! ". Mad dog let out a sarcastic laugh. I halted in my stride and turned to him. "Did you just laugh? “No, sorry." He apologized quickly as he struggled to keep a straight face. My cold gaze never left him. I didn't care about who loved Gwen and who she loved. I was done leaving her to half-baked men. Hastening my stride, I made my way to the party. Everyone was waiting.

— Luciana knew that they were talking about the little girl. —Well, that makes me very happy, I think you already know most of them, so before starting the meeting, I'm going to introduce you to my beautiful daughter, the person in charge of the company, Luciana Brown, honey, this is Santiago O 'Brien — Santiago smiled as he finally knew who the beautiful woman was and extended his hand.

The boys nodded. They tried to look at all the facilities that Michael owned. He had them all across the country, all across the world. Did he own all the Series, too, or just the W Series? If she could free all the Series by taking down one man, she would be happy. She would have saved thousands just by putting Michael Jonah behind bars. As to be expected, though, the W Series facility was not on Jonah's list of properties. "Maybe he uses an alias for it?" Elaine suggested. "What's the address? Maybe we could find out?" Jon suggested. Richard did his thing as Elaine rattled off the address. "A419 Kester Rd." Elaine knew. She knew this was going to happen. The W Series Facility was demolishe

“We are against taller players.” “Height doesn’t matter,” I said. “You have a spring on your jump, so you’re going to be fine.” Chelsea stretched out his arms. “Looks like our bosses are playing tennis for the last games for today.” “Hence the outfit,” Peach remarked. “But who’s with Stark today?” “The redhead?” Chelsea asked. “Yeah. She looks familiar.” She pointed out the lower box to our left, where Stark and the woman were sitting together watching the games. “Francesca Moretti. She’s an Italian tennis star and an artist,” Chelsea said, which she had already told me at home last night. “They’re playing in pairs today, I guess.”

Starting to chop some vegetables in a very fast and precise manner, so beautiful that the view is hypnotizing for me to watch. "Are you allergic to something or are you on a special diet like vegan or vegetarian," He asked, placing a pan on a burning fire. I shook my head, "NO," "Great," He grinned again, putting some veggies into a sizzling pan, making a pleasant sizzle sound.