Serendipity Xix Novels & Stories

Dad was so mad he smacked the table, and Mom just looked at me, so disappointed. I just smiled slyly. "The one the serpent clan's young princess wants to marry is the beastman who made that potion. Reputation or happiness, your choice!" In the end, they all gave in for Hank's sake. I did not think twice before I turned and walked away. However, in the hallway, I ran into Rowena Carter leaving Hank's room. She was in a bathrobe. There were tell-tale red marks on her chest and the overpowering smell of Hank's cologne all over her.

I open my mouth and begin to sing. The sound that leaves my throat is a low, ethereal hum. A soft flowing Fae melody that carries no words, only a rhythmic warmth which carries a soothing resonance. Almost like a gentle breeze rustling through a forest, one that is steady and calm. Beside me, I watch as the tight, rigid lines of King Sven’s jaw slowly begin to relax. His breathing deepens, matching the slow tempo of my Serenade. He shifts slightly, now resting his head on my chest. And it makes my heart skip a beat, but I do not stop serenading him.

Serena could feel the pull of fate in her bones. They camped that night in a grove of moonflowers. The blooms only opened under the stars, casting silver light across their faces. Serena sat by the fire, sketching the sigils she’d seen into her journal—Flame, Sea, and Star. Her fingers trembled slightly as she drew them. This was her truth now, one she couldn’t run from. Theron watched her in silence for a while, then came to sit beside her. “You’re slipping away from me,” he said quietly.

After Belinda left, Lumina stared at the biodata files spread across her desk. Nothing matched—except the birth dates. Serenity was twenty, born on the exact same day as Belinda, only one year apart. The coincidence clawed at her insides. She had already ordered her subordinates to dig deeper, but staring at the vial of purple liquid gleaming under the lamp light made it impossible to dismiss as mere chance. The liquid seemed to pulse faintly, almost alive.

Their conversations fueled their resolve, reminding them of the purpose that had brought them together in the first place. The warm breeze rustled through the leaves as Andrea, Matthew, and Alex found themselves gathered around a small table in a quaint café, their conversations buzzing with anticipation. It had been months since they embarked on their transformative journeys, and the time had come for their paths to intertwine once again. Little did they know that this meeting would unravel the mysteries that had lingered in the shadows, bringing the truth to light.

Noong bata ako ay nakita ako sa dalampasigan. May kwintas na nakasuot saakin at may pendant na singsing kung saan may nakauikit na pangalang Serene. Pero hindi ko iyon sinuot. How come my biological parents gave me a necklace and not a letter? Nakakatawa diba? But I really wished that it was a letter. A letter full of explanations why they left me. I don't want to grow full of questions but here I am compiling questions that I can't even ask.

The last time he looked at me and closed his eyes for his eternal rest. The past years had been dedicated to Nathan. I didn’t, and couldn’t, think of anything else. Lisa wanted me to have fun, Nathan wanted me to. I wanted to be careful. I could do both. Right? “Hey Siri, text Remy, and Kai.” I waited to be prompted to compose my text. “Let’s talk. Drinks at Paradise. 8 p.m. Friday.” The assistant replied. “Would you like to send?” I waited a beat before answering. “Yes. Send”.

Ember The moonlight filtered through the cracked glass ceiling of the Velvet Coil’s upper tower, silvering everything it touched. Dust shimmered like falling stars. We were gathered around a broken stone table, its surface scarred with runes and time. Seren stood at the far end, bathed in the soft glow, her hair unbound and wild like drifting spider silk, catching the light in iridescent strands. She moved like a dream barely remembered, slow, fluid, her fingers trailing across the air as if reading invisible currents. Her dress looked grown rather than sewn, vines and velvet woven together like the forest kissed her skin and decided to stay.

Maddy joined the conversation, her tone cold and nonchalant. I closed my eyes for a few seconds, nodding, before I opened them up again. “Okay, I’m sorry.” I did not want to apologize, but again, did I have much of a choice? No. “As you know, Robert Carrington is in the next room. He has booked a hooker from a very elite company for the evening until monring,” Jojo continued. “Maddie hacked the system and instead of the actual hooker being available in an hour or two, it would be you.”

Subject: Seraphina Rosewood. We will go home, kitten.