Serenade Me Novels & Stories

But to think It is him! Althea calmed herself first before replying. *** : I did, just this morning. *** She added a follow-up message. *** : What's with that, though? *** It didn't take a while before her phone vibrated again. *** T: What's wrong with flowers and chocolates? T: I like chocolate myself. T: Hey if you want to serenade me in the future, just forget about that and bring me chocolates. *** Who said I'll serenade you?! Serenade yourself!

My secret handle—Maestro Adagio—was at the top of the feed. #TalentlessExtortion #MaestroScam Carllo scrolled for me. It had started last night. Serena had posted a thirty-second clip of herself playing the violin under the full moon in the Wolfe Crest gardens. Her fans were losing their minds, begging to know the name of the enchanting piece. Then, Maren Cole—Serena’s little shadow—chimed in:

Samantha's mother - I have nothing left to do but sleep. Taking refuge in my dreams, I drift off into slumber. I heard someone calling my name. It is a woman with the most angelic voice. “Lisa,” the voice calls to me. “Lisa, it is me Serene.” Questioning, “Serene?” “No, no, you heard me wrong, I am Selene the Moon Goddess and I am here to give you instructions.”

I turn to him with an awkward smile. “Oh um, nothing.” I scratch the back of my head and turn in front instead. Can’t do anything around here. Serena clears her throat from the passenger’s seat before clicking something on the display. “You’re gonna love this song, Dante.” She murmurs and I purse my lips as I take my phone out and open Rafe’s number. ‘You didn’t tell me about Serena! Ur dead meat.’ I type. I look up as a soft romantic song plays i’m the background, eating the earlier awkwardness in the car.

Damon responded gathering her face up in his hand. “So I am distracting.” Serena said with pouted lips. “In a good way but when you pout your lips like that, mia dolcezza, I think of nothing more I want to do than kiss you till you melt against me and we are intertwined never to be separated.” Serena smiled, her green eyes twinkling… she loved this man “Come back to me” she implored. “I will, soon.” She watched him leave, her heart filled with dread. “He will be back.” Santos told her.

A thousand sorrys tangled in the blue depths of his eyes, pleading with me to understand. My lips parted, but no sound came. I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t move. Because for that heartbeat of a moment, I was back in the cabin, hearing the quiet rush of the river and feeling his hand brush against mine. “Kai, there you are!” Serena’s voice broke the spell, sharp and dripping with sweetness. She had already risen from her seat, gliding toward him like a queen reclaiming her king. Her arms stretched out, reaching for him in an embrace that would seal everything I feared true.

Her red eyes soften as they meet mine, a small smile gracing her equally red lips. I know you are in pain. But in order to save her you need to come back to us now my love. She says softly before fading away. Serena immediately takes the spot that the figure once was and wraps her arms around my neck, humming a soothing siren song in my ear. I wrap my arms around her and hold onto her tightly, allowing her to bring me back to a state of calm.

“What am I supposed to do?” “You’ll know when the moon turns red,” Serene said. She looked up at the sky, where the pale moon was slowly eclipsed by a bruising crimson. Her smile turned sad. “My time is up, Tamara. But I need you to do something for me. Something for the one still fighting.” “Anything,” I promised. “Tell Kat that I will always love her,” Serene whispered, her form drifting away like smoke. “And tell her… tell her to stop being so stubborn and let people in.”

Without hesitation, she crossed the stream and sat next to him, feeling like a little child again. “Would you like to hear a song?” he asked. His voice radiated peace. So much peace. Suzanne nodded her head eagerly, “Yes please.” Then he began to sing the song of life, and every note he sang filled her with love, joy and peace. She did not want the song to end. But it did. “My Lord, “ she did not know how else to address him, “please, can you sing some more?” He smiled, shook his head and gently patted her on the head. Suzanne had never felt so much love coming from a person’s touch. And then she realized who HE was. HaShem.

Promise :)* A part of me wants to say more, but I can't. Not now, at least.