Serenity Book 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.

It seemed like most of the humans here were kind. ‘It is because he wants you and you must not accept that.’ Serene interrupted and I ignored her. ‘We belong to Ansel!’ She shouted but still, I ignored her. “Thank you but yours is angelic.” “I doubt that. Besides, I am sure you have not seen an angel before.” “But I read the bible.” Bible? What was that? ‘It is humans’ holy book.’ Oh. ‘Thank you, Serene, I didn't know that. How did you know?’

"Pervert." "Husband," he corrected her. "Fine, husband. But first..." Serenity pointed to her suitcase. "You bought me a thousand bikinis. I need to wear at least one." An hour later. Serenity lay on a sun lounger, wearing a white bikini that showed off her curves perfectly. She was trying to read a book, but she could feel a pair of eyes burning into her skin. Jackson wasn't reading. He was just watching her. Like a dragon guarding his gold.

The same spot they had once stopped at days ago, when all Serena cared about was escaping the palace walls and the whispers of a crown. Now? Now the weight of that crown felt heavier than steel. Serena knelt on the grass, opening the old book in her hands. Its pages, despite the age, were pristine. The ink shimmered faintly as if alive. She read a few lines, mouth moving silently, her eyes growing wider with each word. Theron crouched beside her. “What does it say?” Her voice trembled as she translated. “It speaks of a binding ritual… one where the chosen must either sever or solidify the divine link. If I sever it, the power disperses into the land, lost forever. If I solidify it…”

“When a strange man and a strange woman get together, they have their own intentions. He wants my money, and I want him. We’ve made our intentions crystal clear, so there won’t be any cheating with feelings.” Serenity choked on air, then could only say, “You sure are being crystal clear!” Ruth washed away the bubbles from her body and slowly put on a camisole nightgown. “Besides, a man is like a book. It’s interesting only if you take your time to read it, no?” Serenity clicked her tongue. “You’re just an innocent girl who’s never even touched a man’s hand. Why are you pretending to be a sl*t? So, what have you got from reading him?”

He ordered softly, and I let the cold liquid pass down my throat, making me hum in delight. “Sleep for now, Serenity. You’ll feel better when you wake up.” He whispered gently, pulling me closer to his warm body and as if his voice compelled my mind, I felt my eyes drooping before I was embraced by sleep, and I was out like light.F

My routine was always the same, make breakfast, check on Serah, then dash out the door. Once I finished eating, I walked quietly toward Serah’s room. I pushed the door open gently and found her still fast asleep. She looked so peaceful, like a child again. Her breathing was soft and steady, her expression calm. It had been a while since I saw her this way, and the sight brought a quiet relief to my heart. I sat beside her and gently tapped her cheek. “Serah,” I called softly, brushing hair from her face. She stirred and slowly opened her eyes. “Sister… you're already leaving?” she asked, her voice husky and sleepy.

He passed me a drink, his arms wrapped around me, his voice soft against my ear. “I don’t think your bitch side will be coming back anytime soon, Kitten.” I nodded in agreement. “I think you tamed it pretty well, Sir.” His hand stroked my body gently, laying there. We talked. “I love the needles,” I admitted. The needles were different yet so amazing. “I knew you would, and it is something we had not tried despite you agreeing it was okay.” After talking for ages, my mind closed off, eyes closed. I fell asleep against Sir, happy that I decided to make the move I did because that night is a night I will never forget.

“Then, what do you want me to do? Let him go, so he could report us to the police or his parents?!” “That’s not what I’m saying, but I’m telling you to calm down!” Ricardo and Eleanor started arguing, and their voices echoed in the entire living room, which made River think that they could use this time to run away. “Let’s go—” River’s words halted when, suddenly, he noticed Serenity’s body trembling. Her skin was pale, and she was having difficulty breathing. Her eyes were shut, too. “Seraphina… Seraphina!” River called, but it seemed like she couldn’t hear him anymore. “I’m here. Breathe. You need to breathe!”

Wrestling the emergent feels of depression into submission, I bounced out of my apartment, tipped my head back to soak up some of the warm, early-March sun, inhaled deeply, and then commenced my walk to Starbucks. I found a corner-seat in the back of Starbucks. Invisibility, I craved it. Taking a sip of my espresso, I closed my eyes and hummed in appreciation. The time, 9:25am. Ten o'clock would be appropriate enough to visit Miss De'Lacy. That gave me a few minutes to catch up on this Laura Kinsale novel I've been trying to finish for the past two weeks. Retrieving my paperback of Flowers from the Storm from my handbag, I flipped open to the bookmark page and dug in. Despite his impediment,