Serenade Me Novels & Stories

"Somehow." The silence that followed wasn't sad. It was full of something else. Anticipation. Fear. Hope, maybe. We had spent so long fighting, bleeding, pretending, that none of us knew how to accept what came after. But we were almost there. Cameron turned on the speaker and scrolled through his phone. A soft instrumental playlist filled the room. Piano. Strings. No lyrics. Just space to breathe. Vera was the first to move to the rhythm. A soft sway of her head. A subtle tapping of her foot. Cameron leaned back, content. For once, no one rushed to plan anything.

I miss him. ‘And you don’t miss me?’ Yeah, I was fucking jealous. ‘I always miss you, even when you’re just on the opposite side of the room.’ Her soft, husky voice came through the link. Now that was more like it. ‘Good, cause that’s how it fucking should be.’ I replied. ‘It always will be.’ Her reply made me smirk, ‘Oh and one more thing my sexy beast, I’ve planned a little something for the two of us tonight. Serena will mind Dante and I want you to meet me at the location that I will text you at 9 pm.'

"Every breath you take belongs to me. Rome cannot have you. Your father cannot touch you. You are locked in my cage, Tigritsa, and I will never let you go." Serena let out a broken, high-pitched mewl, her head tossing back against the pillows as the pleasure reached a terrifying, beautiful peak. She didn't want to be let go. She tightened her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, demanding more of his weight, more of his fire. The physical chemistry between them was no longer just desire; it was a total, absolute fusion of two dark souls.

The hesitation was clear in her eyes, yet the slight smile on her lips was undeniable. Frozina giggled beside me, clearly swooning at the scene. “Damn, I’m getting butterflies. I wish everyone had a Virgo who would sing like this in front of their house.” Lonely rivers flow To the sea, to the sea To the open arms of the sea, yeah Lonely rivers sigh "Wait for me, wait for me" I'll be coming home, wait for me I turned to look at her and realized she was recording Virgo’s serenade on her phone.

I lean against the cold marble pillar of the balcony, closing my eyes for a moment as I let the image replay. Serena in her white dress, her lips parting in shock, the tremble of her hands as she realized her nightmare still walks. Perfect. I whisper into the empty air, the words curling like smoke from a dying flame. “Run, little bird. Run as far as you like. But in the end you will always run back to me.” The night stretches on, music swelling, laughter echoing. Below, Serena forces herself to dance, to play the role of the dutiful bride.

It was a voice I’d never heard before, yet it was achingly familiar, filled with longing, like he’d waited lifetimes to say it. “Adam?” I tried to step closer, but the ground seemed to shift, pulling me back, away from him. “I’ve waited so long,” he murmured, his voice filled with a strange sadness that made my heart ache. “So many centuries…” “Wait!” I called, reaching out, but he began to fade, dissolving into the mist. And then I jolted awake, my heart racing, my skin damp with sweat.

He doesn’t reach out to touch me, and I don’t dare move closer, but the tension between us is almost killing me. I turn onto my side, watching the sharp profile of his jawline. I swallow the lingering tightness in my throat, clear my mind of Orion and the poison, and begin to hum. Beside me, I watch as the heavy lines of his shoulders slowly relax. His breathing deepens, turning slow and even, perfectly matching the tempo of my Serenade. He closes his eyes, his long dark lashes resting against his cheekbones. I keep singing for hours, my eyes locked onto his face, until the sheer exhaustion of my own long day catches up to me.

In truth, I hadn't taken anything from the house. Everything there was more or less tainted with the scent of Kaelen and Elena. The thought of those things made me nauseous; I didn't want to touch them. Kaelen called out tentatively. "Seraphina, are you home?" "Seraphina?" Kaelen searched for me inside and outside the house. Then he frantically called his Beta assistant to track my location. The moment he hung up the phone, he turned on the living room lights.

You’re mine, Kiran York! Her tone was firm and adamant. After coming out, Kiran decided to go to Neptune’s Cove Karaoke. However, noticing how grubby he was, he hesitated for a moment before returning to Marina Breeze Court. When he arrived at the entrance, he saw that the lights were on in Serena's home, while his upstairs was pitch dark. Speculating that Golden Dragon could be black magic and remembering Serena was from the Mawi Tribe, he headed to her place. Serena had just stepped out of the shower. She wore a translucent black gauze dress that hugged her curves and accentuated her bewitching features.

I said, without sparing her a glance. “Hey, prince charming,” Serene said as she approached me. “What do you want?” I asked strictly. “Can't I visit you?” Serene asked, but I said nothing, then she sat down. “Who's she?” Serene asked, referring to Miranda, who was busy going through some files. “She's my new personal assistant,” I said, trying my best to keep my cool. ”Wow, so you've got yourself a female personal assistant, so great,” Serene said sarcastically, glaring at Miranda.