Novel & Cerita Serena Yvonne

“We have plans. But you two go. Celebrate.” Serena looked relieved. “Are you sure?” “Positive. Go be eighteen.” Before we left, I went to the restroom. On my way back, I passed a woman standing in front of Serena’s sculpture. She wasn’t a parent. She was older, dressed in severe Issey Miyake pleats, holding a notepad. I recognized her. Evelyn Vance. One of the toughest critics for The New York Times. I froze. If she hated it… if she wrote something scathing… it would crush Serena.

Serena means too much to me to let this slip away without understanding the full story. Early the next morning Serena I woke up with my head banging and the remnants of a terrible dream lingering in my mind. “That was a terrible dream,” I muttered to myself, trying to shake off the unease that clung to me. Needing something to distract me, I filled the bath tub with water and lay down, as if trying to drown all my fears away. The warmth of the water provided a momentary escape, but I couldn't forget the vivid images of my past. To be honest, I was scared. Owen was a terrible person, a dark chapter in my life that I wanted to forget. It all started when I was 19 years old. Owen had been my he

SERENA’S POV: I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting my dress. Why I'm I so nervous? It's not like I'm going to see his dead parents. Vincent had bought a purple dinner gown for me for the evening, with a sapphire necklace. Wow, this is beautiful. I can't believe Vincent got me this just for a dance. “Serena, are you ready”? Vincent yells. I quickly cleared up my face, I didn't want him to see me crying.

He didn’t tear away his eyes at her as if there were just the two of them. “I like the color of your eyes.” He said. “They’re the color of honey.” “Thank you.” She was quite happy. No one had ever praised her for her looks. “By the way, I am Caeruleus. And you?” “My name’s Ellaine.” Now, even she can’t tear her eyes away from Caeruleus. She can hear bells ringing somewhere far away but she didn’t have the time to look away and search for it. Her eyes were fixed on the man in front of her.

Becka had a plan and Yena would help her accomplish it. “If there is anybody who would do this job perfectly then it would be Yena” Becka said to herself. Few minutes after Yena was requested for, she got to Becka’s room. “My queen, you asked for me” Yena answered “Can you tell me where Selina is currently?” Becka asked “I do not have any idea my queen” she said “Are you sure?” Becka questioned Yena stood up and came closer like she wanted to whisper something Becka was convinced she had an idea so she waited to hear what Yena wanted to say

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.

Suddenly, Chantelle's eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at Delcan. A smile spread across her face, and she reached up to touch his cheek. "Hi," she said softly. Delcan felt his heart skip a beat. He had never seen her look at him like that before. "I didn't mean to wake you," he said, his voice low and gentle. Chantelle sat up and took his hand in hers. "You didn't," she said. "I was just resting my eyes." She looked down at the outfit she was wearing and blushed. "What do you think?"

Different is what I need right now. Leaving the bathroom with a solemn promise to myself, I hop on a different train and pray that whatever the future has for me will be good. After sitting, an older woman is scolding her daughter, whom she calls "Ashanti." Ashanti. I love it. Ashanti Dunbar. Perfect.

Lalisa could only whisper her name. Before she could say anything more, Seren’s tall, slender form appeared behind Kieran. She wore only a tight-fitting white tank top and grey sweatpants, revealing a perfect set of abs and a well-defined chest. A sly smile played on her beautifully sculpted lips. Her dark brown eyes swept over Lalisa from head to toe, undisguised.

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.