Serenade Me Novels & Stories

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

I laugh and say, "Ha-ha Let's go. We have the get-together at Ava's and we have a party to attend tomorrow and we need our beauty sleep before the Dinner and Gala." We open the door and sit inside. While she is busy starting the car engine, I switch on my bluetooth and connect it to the speaker and start playing Taylor Swift's latest album. We drive away, singing loudly and jamming to the song. I roll down the window, allowing the cold wind to enter. I look outside, admiring the beauty of my neighbourhood and I repeat to myself that everything I achieved is definitely due to the hard work I put in. I couldn't help but think to myself,

I'm only an email away. Nate.

“How many times do I have to tell you? Even when you're crying, you're beautiful too The world is beating you down, I'm around Through every mood You're my downfall, you're my muse My worst distraction, my rhythm and blues I can't stop singing, it's ringing In my head for you What he was trying to convey with his singing my resonating with my feelings. My heart was beating erratically and I felt like I was being pulled in. My heart beat was steadily increasing the more I listened and the more I watched him, the more my feelings stirred. My head's underwater, but I'm breathin' fine You're crazy and I'm out of my mind 'Cause all of me Loves all of you Love your curves and all your edges All yo

Serena One cold evening, with the fire casting long shadows on our faces, Thomas reached out to me. His voice was a raspy shadow of his usual hearty tone. "Serena, you've been our angel in these dark times. If... if we don't make it, promise me you'll continue on. Live a full life, for you and your child." I grasped his hand, the weight of his request anchoring me to a reality I wasn't ready to face. "Don't talk like that, Thomas. You're going to pull through this. We'll get through this together," I implored, my voice cracking with emotion.

"Meet me tomorrow. At the park. By the old fountain." I blinked, startled. "I can’t. I’m being… watched." "I know." Ivan’s smile returned, this time more predatory. "But don’t worry. I’ll take care of that. You just have to come." I hesitated, but his grip tightened slightly. "You trust me, right?" His eyes bore into mine, and I felt the weight of his words pressing down on me. "I—" I faltered. Ivan’s voice dropped, darker now, almost menacing. "I’m doing this for you, Sera. You don’t want to see what happens if you don’t show up."

I asked him in a seductive tone. “I…” he hovered over me. “I want to f*ck you so hard…so hard until you cry out of pleasure.”