Serenade Me Novels & Stories

Kael's voice quivered softly. The connection was established. The data stream for the Backdoor commenced its d******d, a cascade of shimmering code flowing through their shared consciousness. Yet, the link demanded more. It beckoned for a complete surrender to the present moment.Leaning in, Willa's eyes shut as she traced the contours of his face with her mind. Instead of the usual "Static Kiss" she shared with Jaxson, this was a quest for hidden information, a craving for the unfamiliar. Their kiss triggered a burst of colors in their neural connection. [Synchronicity: 55%! Objective Achieved.]

I quickly pushed him away and looked around. “We could get caught.” I told him before gulping another shot. Then staring at his almost annoyed face, I mouthed: “meet me at the restroom.” *** Chaiwat POV Thirty minutes had passed since I called Thida, and she was yet to arrive. I sighed and downed the last amber coloured liquid in the glass. Tonight was supposed to be great. I sighed again. At that moment, my eyes caught two men in one corner of the room, kissing as they danced. Their action sent a spark through me, and I was entranced by the way they cuddled their bodies in the midst of other dancers.

I just need to spring it. --- The morning Serena found me in the gardens. I sat under a tree. I was watching birds. Pretending to. She came up to me. "You came outside today," she said. I looked up. I smiled absent-mindedly. "The birds sing," I said. "They do," she said. She sat down next to me. Again. Always close. Always watching. I leaned my head a little. "Do you think they remember things?" I asked. She looked confused. "What?" she said.

“Serena, named after a powerful she-wolf who taught me the true meaning of repentance, second chances, and redemption.” Serena’s tears welled up as she threw her arms around me. We both cried happy tears as the others were touched seeing us like this, as sisters, as we should have. With a contented sigh, we continued to share this happy moment, surrounded by love and warmth, and everything seemed perfect in the world. Then, I closed my eyes and uttered, “Thank you for this life.”

The heavy, gold-trimmed door was closed, but the muffled sound of the orchestra tuning up filtered through the walls. Serena sat on a small, silk sofa, looking impossibly beautiful and utterly lethal in her silver gown. She was sipping champagne slowly, her eyes watching me with a calculated, cold amusement. I stood opposite her, my hands restless inside my tuxedo pockets. This was my last, desperate chance to appeal to the sensible, ambitious part of her—the part that valued control over chaos. I walked over and sat down, carefully keeping a small space between us.

Serena. **Serena: “Where are you? I thought you were just running errands.”** **Me: “Got caught up. Be home soon. Miss you.”** **Serena: “Miss you too. Ethan wants to know if you’ll help him with his math homework when you get back. Something about fractions being ‘impossible and cruel.’”** **Me: “Tell him I’m an expert in impossible and cruel math. See you at twenty.”** **Serena: “You’re his hero. And mine. Drive safe. Love you.”**

SERENA As I walked into my studio that morning, I couldn't help but notice the stunning bouquet on my desk. The vibrant colors and sweet fragrance filled the room, instantly brightening my day. A small envelope with my name delicately written on it was nestled among the flowers. My heart raced with anticipation as I carefully opened it. Inside, I found a note, handwritten with care. It read, "Get ready for a magical evening, my dear Serena. Dinner at 7 pm, and the driver will pick you up. With love, Damian." A rush of excitement coursed through me. Damian had planned a surprise dinner for us, and the thought of spending an evening together, just the two of us, filled me with joy. I glanced a

The assistant on the other side of the glass—some kid with a headset and too much hair gel—leans forward like this is his personal concert. I try not to think about it. I adjust the guitar strap over my shoulder and settle onto the stool. The room is quiet enough that I can hear the faint hum of the air conditioning. My fingers rest on the strings, familiar and grounding. “Let’s start with something upbeat,” Serena says. “Ease us in.” I snort softly. “Upbeat isn’t really my personality right now.” “Try,” she insists. I glance down at my notebook and pick the one that’s least likely to make me combust into feelings.

“Your thoughts are so dark. And you guard your secrets so zealously even I cannot glimpse them. What is it you so fear, Elsabet?” At some point while he spoke, he’d left the doorframe to come to her. Now he reached around the front of her to lift her chin. Levelling her gaze in the mirror while he leaned around her shoulder to see her. The other hand encircling her stomach and his breath warm along her neck and ear. “My name is Serenade.” She squeaked out. Panting. His head slowly turned to meet her gaze in the glass.

Don't force erase traces I erased it more and more More and more, come back Hope everything will be fine Foliage, convey the message of my heart. Wind, take fly my taste. ~ Alisy a Cantara