Serenade Me Novels & Stories

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.

I coughed up blood constantly. Because of the stomach ache, my clothes were drenched with sweat, my abdomen feeling as if it were being twisted apart. But even that pain couldn't compare to what I felt in my heart. Serena scattered wedding invitations everywhere. The photo on them showed her and Casper leaning close together, looking inseparable, even more affectionate than Serena and I had ever appeared back then. While I was here, fighting for my life, she was preparing for her wedding night. At the very end, I tried to say something. Benedict couldn't hear me. He leaned in and listened for a long time before finally catching my words.

The sound slipped through the cracks of the cabinet—soft, steady, untouched by urgency—and something in my chest gave way. My hands dropped from my ears. The trembling softened. Air came back in, less violently. $$$ “Beaches Left to Find” By Sirens Remember to smile, there are still beaches left to find, roads that don’t end, maps we haven’t tried. The world is wide, even when the night feels too long, and your smile is the light that tells me where I belong. There are places waiting, hidden just beyond the fear, and every time you smile, I know the way is clear.

“Sera, since the first day I saw you, I knew that we were meant to be together. Now that I have you, I promise never to let you go. I will love and cherish you. I will be your anchor and make sure that the world never drowns you. I will be your shoulder to lean in times of need. I will always be here as your doormat to do with as you like. Sera, I love you and I will do till the end of time.” The man finished and then fished an ukulele from the bag he was carrying. He then started playing a melody and the other man started singing. It was John Legend's All of Me. What would I do without your smart mouth… Drawing me in and you kicking me out… You got my head spinning… No kidding… I can't pin

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.

“Come back to me. Please.” Maelis lunged through the storm. “He’ll forget you once the moon rises. Your bond will fade — and you’ll fade with it!” “Then I’ll give him a reason to remember.” Serenya reached toward the crack between worlds, the light searing her palm. The storm howled, pulling at her hair, her clothes, her soul. Maelis screamed her name — a curse, a warning — but Serenya ignored it. She plunged her hand into the light.

Serena I fell into the dream the way you fall asleep on the couch, one blink and you are somewhere else, except this time it was not the couch and it was not sleep, it was like someone opened a door inside my head and everything spilled in. First there was heat, not the kind that makes you sweat but the kind that sits under your ribs and hums, a steady, wide hum, and then a voice that was not mine and not not mine, old and patient, like a river that had learned to keep its mouth shut until it needed to speak. Selara. The name felt pulled out of me and put into my bones. Selara spoke without moving lips and I knew the sound before I understood the meaning.