Serena Yandere นิยาย & เรื่องราว

RAPHAEL While her hand was dangerously clasped in mine as she headed for the front porch, my mind struggled to comprehend what had just happened. It felt like a dream, a dream no one ever imagined could happen. My mom, Miranda Dekoms was the power house of my lineage. Nothing and no one dared cross her. But Serafina just did. My one month old fake girlfriend stood up to my mom.

New Status: Serena Blackwood declared ALIVE Revocation Date: October 15, 2024 Approved by: New York City Department of Health & NYPD Serena stared at the document with wide eyes. "This... is impossible. How could—" "Kaevan used all his connections," Ethan cut in with a neutral tone. "He paid the right people, manipulated the system, even 'found' false DNA evidence showing that the woman who died wasn't Serena. The official story is: Serena experienced severe depression after the crisis in her husband's company three years ago, then disappeared without a trace. Everyone thought she committed suicide. But actually—she just... left. Underwent mental rehabilitation at a secret facility in Switze

Serena's POV The liquid of the wine sloshed slightly as I strode toward Naomi and Damian. The feel of Myles’ ring on my finger was the only reminder that I had the power to do what I wanted as the pretend wife of Myles Voss. But right now, I wasn’t Serena Lancaster, dutiful contract wife. I was Serena Lancaster, scorned by Damian! Naomi’s eyes flicked up as I approached and her lips twisting into that practiced smile, the one that had fooled me into thinking she was my best friend.

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.

Cheyenne said, “meet the rest of the disaster squad.” “She’s gorgeous,” Nalia murmured, genuinely awed. “Wait,” Isolde said, squinting. “Why does she feel like… something more?” “Because she is,” Cheyenne said, stepping up beside Solana and placing a hand on her flank. “This is Solana, the spirit. But the girl inside is Serenya. And she’s here because she followed a dream, a pull, and probably one too many wind currents across half the planet.”

Then, she slowly turns to face the elders. “My name is Serena,” she announces, voice smooth and deadly. “And as of this moment, I am your Luna.” Silence. My heartbeat slows. She smirks. “Which means from now on, you will respect me the way you respect your Alpha. Or else” Her eyes flash. “You’ll lose your head.” A few elders gasp. One chokes. The others shift uncomfortably, shocked, insulted, and amused? Because who the fuck does this girl think she is?

It must not have been easy for the mother and daughter to come this far. Instead, grievances and resentment filled him as he subconsciously tightened his grip around the wine glass. "So, your sister is getting bullied. How do you feel about that?" Just then, a gorgeous figure appeared in front of Kiran. It was Xander Corporation's Director of Human Resources—Serena. She was wearing a black dress with black stockings and stilettos. She looked like a dark enchantress. The flashing lights in the bar made her look even more enchanting, and her all-black look awakened the senses of those around her.

She then offers their hands, “I’m Hannah.” Just then, the woman wearing a blue sundress as she lay on the sunbed stood up and spat their hand away, “Don’t scare her off.” She then winked at me, “I’m Sereia by the way.” She then pointed at the two quiet girls left. “Those two sad girls there are Hira and Isleen, they both are heartbroken so we should ignore them for now. Just don’t mind them.” I nodded and Snow let me sit at the center and they all looked at me in curiosity.

I raised an eyebrow and burst out laughing. "What am I? A message sender? You even made me a servant." She frowned and took a piece of paper from inside his bag. "Name your price. How much money do you want?" I stared for a moment at the check she took out and burst out laughing. "Okay, I get it. I'm not famous but are you serious? You don't know me?" I asked in disbelief. "Why, who are you?" She seemed impatient to ask. "I'm Florence Mil, Servancio Mil's only daughter. I'm a drag racer too." I said with mixed pride. Her eyes widened and she looked at me in disbelief.

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.