Serenade Me Novels & Stories

She could feel Gideon squeezing her hand. Smiling softly, she inhaled the evening breeze. Jewel looked up at the sky and stared at the full moon. The evening breeze passed them slowly, caressing her bare cheek. "The moon shines bright tonight," Gideon whispered. Jewel looked at Gideon standing beside her. He was also looking up at the moon and had a small smile on hiss lips. Jewel just gaze at him, breathless. "A perfect night for a moonlight serenade, isn't it?" he said. Gideon looked down at her and then smiled softly. "Do you mind if I sing a song?"

"I'm afraid, miss. We don't." "Alright then. We shall take the whole set. Can you help take it to my house? You see, we are ladies." "Yeah. The last cottage at the bushes, right?" confirmed Mr. Bernard. "That's it. And we shall be waiting for it at my house." "Alright. Thank you, Miss Sinclair." "Thank you too, Mr. Bernard," snapped she, taking Kara out with her. "Are you okay? That is expensive," Kara complained. "Oh! You know how to curse?"

My cousin used my gaming account to start an online relationship with one of my teammates. However, after video calling her, he decided she was too gorgeous to be real. "A girl that hot wouldn't need to date online. She'd have enough guys chasing her to fill a stadium. It's gotta be a face filter. Just go meet her for me, bro. If she's busted in person, I'll actually throw up." In my last life, I turned him down. He was too much of a coward to go himself, so he just sent her a breakup message and called it done. Yet when he later found out that his online girlfriend really was that stunning in person, he turned all his rage on me and shoved me off a building. "If you'd gone to meet her fo

Maximus: Okay, I’ll find you there. Serenity: I want to know about my father. Do you have a picture of him? Maximus: Yes. Serenity: Good. Bring it. Maximus: Okay. Serenity: See you tomorrow. I need to sleep now. Maximus: Rest well. -

Pain sears through my body. And the last thing I hear before the world goes black… “…Your power… belongs to me.” To be continued..

I wanted to see her grow with the life I put in there, but I also understood if she wasn’t so quick to jump on the baby train with me. The music started, a piece I didn’t recognize, and I turned around, my gaze firmly on the place where Wren would appear. I sucked in a breath when I saw her. She looked like an angel coming toward me, her cream gown making her tits and waist look fucking amazing. Baron was walking her down the aisle, her hand resting on top of his forearm as they made the slow walk toward me. Everything seemed to disappear. I couldn’t see anything, hear anything, other than Wren and the sound of my heart thumping irregularly against my ribs. She was a vision. Baron gave her t

Oh well, I thought, and picked the phone back up. I found some old soul music, stuff I wouldn’t play around anyone else, Bill Withers, Percy Sledge, were all singers my granddad had loved. It was old stuff, but I liked to chill out to it at night. I put my headphones on and closed my eyes. Otis was directing me on what happened when a man loved a woman when a loud ping startled me out of my light sleep. Practice, as always, had been hard and after a long day, I was worn out. That didn’t stop a slow smile from creeping over my face as I looked at the name on the screen. It only grew when I saw her reply.

“You can call me Serene.” He said my name slowly, almost tasting it. “Serene.” It sounded too intimate coming from him, far softer than I expected. None of my exes had ever made my name sound that personal. “So, Serene, what brings you here today?” I shifted again, embarrassed by how small my voice sounded. “My roommate booked this appointment. She thinks I need help with... something at work.” “What kind of something?” His gaze never left mine, and it made it hard to think clearly.

“Me too.” Serena falls silent, and soon enough, she is sound asleep in my arms. Smiling, I close my eyes, allowing sleep to take over me again. There shouldn’t be any more interruptions. I didn’t expect her to show up tonight. I had got it into my head that she was over me and done with me, but I am happy I was wrong, and she came to me to make amends.

Inside the inner lining, I felt a neatly folded piece of paper. I unfolded it to see that it was a child’s crayon drawing of a strong man holding hands with a long-haired woman and a little boy. Next to them, written in words, read, “Papa, Mamma, and I, on top of the Empire State Building.” In one corner of the drawing, a figure had been scribbled over in thick black crayon. Holding it up to the light, I could faintly make out what had been covered. It was a woman in a red dress, lying in a pool of blood, and that woman was me. So it seemed the five-year-old illegitimate son, Antonio, had already been taught how to erase me from the picture.