Serena Yvonne Novels & Stories

It was her, Serena Blake, Tyler’s 43-year-old mother. Serena was breathtaking. A former yoga instructor turned successful interior designer, she had a body that looked like it had been sculpted by pure lust. With full, heavy breasts, a tiny waist that flared into wide, juicy hips, and a thick, round ass that jiggled softly with every step. Her long auburn hair usually fell in loose waves down her back, and her hazel eyes held a mix of elegance and hidden hunger. Since her messy divorce two years ago, she had been lonely, untouched, and quietly burning. “Hi, Liam,” Serena’s smooth, silky voice called from the living room. She was bending over to arrange some fresh flowers on the coffee table,

I said, keeping my voice steady despite the churn in my gut. Henryson stood tall, hands clasped behind his back, his usual confidence laced by the respect he has always shown me. “Date of birth, address, family history - all in there, sir. But there’s more you should know.” I scanned the first page. Serena Voss, born April 15, 2000. She’s 25 years old. Her address was a dilapidated building in the East End, the kind of place where elevators never worked, surrounded by nosy landlords and annoying tenants.

“It’s fine, it’s fine. I just arrived too.” Zayn was astonished by the sight of the woman. It was Faye’s good friend, Yvonne Keller, and she was a rather famous live streamer. Zayn did not have a good impression of her because she was a materialistic woman. Yvonne immediately creased her brows upon seeing Zayn as well. “Zayn? Why are you here? Don’t you have some housework to do?” She did not attempt to conceal her loathing and contempt for him in her tone.

Serena swallowed her saliva nervously, she was wrong to think Damien would soon let her go. The ringing of the cell phone broke the tension between the two of them, Damien immediately took his phone and appeared on the screen the name of someone who Damien could use as his tool. "You're looking for her, aren't you?" asked Damien as he showed his phone screen with a call from Yonara-Serena's half-sister. Serena widened in disbelief, how could Yonara have a relationship with Damien? Damien immediately picked her up, deliberately turning on the speaker to make Serena hear their conversation.

Now this was Shania, the crazy wreck of a lady I somehow fell for. “You think I'm just gonna let you move on from me? I spent my years with you, I sacrificed my time for you, my life for you. You can't just blow me off, I deserve a second…” She went dangerously calm as she took a sudden pause and gulped heavily. “Remember our contracts, Alpha,” she said with scorn. “The buisness agreements we signed upon before I partnered and invested in your company. I could take it all away, I could pull out my investment. I am a shareholder anyway.”

"Scarlett." ******

The figure looks up and in my direction. “Who are you?” I’m not surprised because we never really met. Everyone knows that Serena is this amazing tracker, though I’m pretty sure she completes other tasks for the royals. What I know that many don’t is that she had a thing going with Vonte. They kept it very discreet, but I saw her leaving his room on more than one occasion. “Do I know you?” Serena has reached us and was peering into my face, searching my features. I stand up and extend my hand. “We’ve never officially met, but I’m Sonya. I’m Devonte’s chosen mate.” Serena looks at my hand and then back to my face. She scoffs.

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

Pack members came to offer condolences, leaving tokens and gifts, though each gesture felt like a reminder of Serena’s absence rather than a balm to their grief. Serena’s sisters, **Elara** and **Maeve**, were inconsolable. Elara, always fiery and bold, struggled to contain her anger and took to the training grounds pushing herself to exhaustion as if she could channel her pain into strength. Her eyes constantly scanned the horizon, waiting for any sign of her sister’s return. Maeve, quieter and gentler, retreated into herself, her eyes dull with sorrow withdrew entirely, a shadow of her former self, her bright laughter replaced by a haunting silence. The loss of her older sister took a toll

“It surprised me too. I mean, Serena’s tough. She probably had the best physiotherapists in the country. Moonveil wouldn’t spare expenses when it comes to their future Luna. Still, it’s weird. One minute she’s out for the season, the next she’s walking into school like nothing ever happened, cheer captaining the Veil Claws again, no less.” “She didn’t look like she was ever hurt,” I muttered. Maya glanced at me. “Exactly. That’s the thing about Serena. She’s… kind of a mystery. But not in a good way.” Lila leaned in, curious. “How do you mean?” Maya hesitated for a second. “She’s pretty. Beautiful, even. But she’s cold. Like ice. She fake-smiles like she’s your best friend and then cuts you