Serene Life Novels & Stories

I was speechless earlier because I was ashamed of Raphael's parents who were looking at me now and Raphael was next to me holding my hands tightly. "She is the daughter of the woman you helped with Raphael?" Raphael's mother spoke in firm manner again. "Mom can you talk in nicely instead?" Raphael tightened his grip on my hand. "Oh sorry." The woman turned to me so I politely nodded. "What is your name young woman?" She asked me. "Heart Serenity." I answered politely and she just nodded and looked at Raphael.

“They made sure I could never have another baby.” Serene broke eye contact with me and I came out of whatever this was. Could it have been a kind of spell? I felt drained. My eyes closed and I fell asleep. I woke, still laying on the exam bed. Confused, I sat up. “What was that? What did you do to me?” Serene came over to help me down. “I lifted some of the burdens from your mind.” She said, “It’s my ability. How do you feel?”

Eager for love, attention, affection. I looked around the place. There weren’t all the conveniences of modern technology that made everyday life easier. The playground was muddy, there were pebbles all over the place, and the place simply looked deserted. Children ran around with their dirty faces and worn out clothes and yet they were laughing.

Hera murmured softly. *** Margaret beamed when she heard about the sudden engagement that afternoon. "So, Hera and I have decided to marry. We've been preparing everything for a long time," Sean stated. "You know, this is an example of a couple that will have an eternal life together as they advance to a higher level," Margaret replied. It was clear that Hera felt her beloved mother was very happy with this seemingly sudden news. "And our event can only be attended by a select few. Not everyone can see it, because we've agreed to prioritize comfort and other details," Sean added. He indeed invited only a few people for the event tomorrow.

How did they even know that I had decided to take the deal that was offered to me by Fallon? “And death means doing the exact opposite,” she added, chuckling as she ran her fingers on the pistol that was tucked on her side. I did not need to be told twice. I had gotten the message loud and clear. I nodded passionately. “I choose life. I choose life,” I repeated like a mantra. “Good…” She smiled brightly. “That’s what I love to hear.” She wiggled her brows. “So…you mind if I step out so you can continue your shower?”

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.

She was not going to receive it if they thought she had been blessed personally. “As you can see, my biggest blessing is the love of my pack members. Without them, I would not be alive today and you would be trying Sheryl for murder, not attempted murder.” Serenity says in a strong voice full of challenge. This is why I had paired the footage. To show that as the pack prayed, as they bowed to their Goddess and the Alpha, she received healing. I wanted them to see it in real time side by side, so there were no doubts that it was THE PACK that had been blessed, not the pup herself.

"Lucky for me, I was born with a silver spoon, unlike some people, born to parents who abandoned them." I couldn't help but think back to when Freddie had sat next to me on my bed in my past life, sipping from the bowl of nourishing soup that was supposed to help me recover. He had sneered, "Tyler, you're going to die anyway. Drinking all that soup won't change a thing. I'll just enjoy it for you; no need to thank me." I wanted to rip him apart right then and there—just the thought of him made my skin crawl.

"Steven is spending time with his children. No one is to disturb him. Understood?" A maid hesitated. "But Madam is seriously ill. What if something happens? How will we explain when Sir returns?" "If she dies, all the better," the older woman said coldly. "Then my two grandchildren can move in openly." Lucy couldn't speak. A single tear slipped down her cheek. Fifteen days passed. She recovered somewhat, though her body remained weak. Camille arrived, her face tight with worry. "Falling into the sea is risky. I've arranged a rescue boat, but in your condition… Are you sure you can handle it?"

I hope you both suffocate in that room,' she thought as she walked away. ★★★★★★★ Present time** “Why won't this rain stop? Today is the worst day of my life,” Sonia muttered shivering from cold but she stubbornly refused to stand up from the bench. She bent her head and wept again. The hooting sounds of the cars and noises from the passerbys faded away as she slowly spaced out. She didn't even realize the cars passing were splashing mud on her. Neither did she realize how cold the weather is and how dark it is.