Serena Yvonne Novels & Stories

"Shut the fuck up Linda. No one gives a flying shit about pumpkin fucking pie." "Okay. Looks like someone needs some nice distressing, calming yoga," I replied, getting out the car. "Come on." "Good evening, Ella," Katrine, the yoga teacher, said to me as we entered the hall. "Good evening, Leonardo," she added although through gritted teeth. Leo put on a fake almost sarcastic smile and I had to nudge him in the side with my elbow. "How old are you again?" I hissed in a hushed tone.

It was her passion to do so, and she was glad her Asian parents didn’t talk her out of it or convince her to do something else. At 25, she was working with most of the big fashion brands in New Jersey, and that’s how she met Alyona. Her almond-shaped eyes were a deep shade of brown. Her high cheekbones framed her face perfectly, giving her a strikingly sculpted appearance. Her long, silky, jet-black hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall, adding to her enchanting presence. She stood at 5'9" with a svelte and toned figure, and her every movement was a testament to her poise and confidence.

The room was adorned with subtle, tasteful artwork, and the air was scented with hints of lavender and vanilla, fostering a tranquil ambiance. A fake crackling fireplace cast a warm glow, enhancing the room's cozy allure. The trio surrounded a table sharing a drink with Donovan and Ronald playing draft. She sat quietly, toying with her phone while listening to the soft ambient music emanating from the speakers. "So, I'm glad you're running for SUG president. That's the way to go. I was president in my time." Donovan smiled. "I know. You won via intimidation." "Survival of the fittest, son. And I am advising you do thesame."

Alexis said. “I have no idea too, but you said the password to open the diary was Austria1507, I think there is more to it than just password to open a diary.” Gina said again from her own end of the line. Alexis frowned first, Tommy as well frowned too, they both have the same thought probably running both in their mind. Alexis stands up, her hands support her chin, and she was pacing around the room in a deep thought, she voiced out. “First, Tony and Linda had their fake marriage in Australia, and if I remembered very well, Lucy should be twenty three years old, hence her birthday should be 1999.”

Rachel Droplets of tears streamed down from my eyes, sliding down my cheeks, with my eyes burning. If anything I hate in this life and my work, it is these onions. This one thing makes everything I love about cooking hate. But my relationship with onions is something very complicated, I hate and love them, Love eating and adding them, to the food I make but I hate cutting, copping them

Kenzy is a first-year student studying Law in RSU While Trisha is waiting to re-write JAMB just like cause, because she didn't get up to her course cut off point. The three friends are not just classic but beautiful, although most persons say Alexandra is the most beautiful in the three friends, most think Trisha is prettier. Alexandra is a dark-skinned girl, tall for her age, slim, with this killer Ass, curvy, she just got the figure. Trisha is fair-skinned, she got the height, has the sexiest body, most think she is pretty. Kenzy is fair-skinned, very beautiful, she isn't really curvy, in conclusion, she doesn't really have a sexy body. During there secondary school days they were known as

I kept repeating his confession—You are my reality—like a secret prayer, trying to use it as a shield against the suffocating pressure of this life. Serena, next to me, was a masterpiece of control in emerald green. Her hand rested on the table between courses, a signal, a reminder. She was discussing the current university endowment with Mr. Davies, the board member, and she was effortlessly charming, connecting every piece of social interaction back to our shared future and the strength of the Hayes-Vance union.

"I'M NOT SERENA!" Dr. Helena tried to calm her. "Mrs. Serena, please calm down—" "DON'T CALL ME SERENA!" Alena rose from the chair, backing away from the mirror as if frightened. Her chest heaved, her breath coming in gasps. "I'm Alena... I'm Alena Kensington... I'm not... I don't..." But those words felt hollow. Because the face in the mirror didn't lie. Alena Kensington was gone. Only Serena Blackwood remained.

Ava also attempted to cook with Christie, which was a disaster at first; however, they managed to prepare a somewhat tasty meal that day. Meanwhile, across the city, Serena sat in her darkened apartment. The blinds were drawn, and the only light came from her laptop screen. She clicked through messages until she found what she had been waiting for: a contact who specialized in removing obstacles. She hesitated only a moment before typing. I have a target. I want it gone. Can you do it? Seconds later, a reply popped up. Yes. Give me details. Serena’s lips curved into a thin, satisfied smile. She typed back, careful, precise.

“Tatiana. Marissa, whatever name you want to know her by. She was here. She was in this room, beside my sister, trying to take something, trying to get something from her. She was trying to control something in her, and…” I froze. Sienna moved away from beside me and I watched as she sat beside Lysandra, who was staring into space. She breathed, her breathing was heavy, but she didn’t say anything. Not a word was uttered out of her. And though she has been quiet since she got here, I knew that now, she was a lot more quiet. I looked between them both. “Are you sure? That it was Tatiana? As in, your mother, Tatiana?”