Sweet Serenade Novels & Stories

Thank you all for always supporting “Sweet Treachery”. I couldn’t have asked for better fans. I love you all!!! I rush to the window to catch a glimpse Of how life used to be wonderful How there were no worries and I was at ease I had my family’s love in full But all I see is the tears of the moon In the form of dew And the life which I once knew Is now a poor shadow of itself PenaciousShewa

"I'll do the honor to introduce you to it," "Den Den! Ice cream!" Sadie screeched on his hips before throwing me her innocent curious eyes, looking surprised to have screeched in front of a stranger. "You always promise her sweets on your every visit, but she gotta eat proper food first before ice cream." I pointed out. "You're just like my sister," he shook his head. I softly pinched Sadie's cute cheeks. She shyly smiled and leaned deeply against Arden's neck. So cute.

Honey" he called as he entered their bedroom. The room looked more like a five star suite. The queen size bed was seated on the centre and with a few couches and a glass table occupying the bareground. At the far end, was a dressing table where Crystal was seated with a phone in her hand. "Sweetheart, what are you doing?" He said walking towards her. "Wow, Are you trying to choose a model for our upcoming project?" Mervin asked, peeping into Crystal's phone. "Tell me, is she not beautiful?" Crystal said, not bothering to look at Mervin.

Her wish now was to forget him! She wanted to wipe this relationship from her memory! She wanted to forget the man called Jack! From now on, he's Mr. Jackson Valor to her! After making the wish silently, Serenity slowly opened her eyes and blew out the candles. "I'll cut the cake," she said and cut herself, Lisa and Terry a slice of cake each. Serenity took a bite of the cake. The cake... was obviously supposed to be sweet, but it tasted bitter to her.

“And he’s just…our professor. I need that recommendation, Stacey. This isn’t a romantic comedy.” She sighed dramatically. “But it could be. You’ve got the mysterious, rich professor with a dark past, the impossible odds, and the heart-stopping rescues. Come on, Tarini, admit it—you felt something, didn’t you?” My gaze flicked to Adam. I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t felt something, but I wasn’t about to give Stacey the satisfaction. “Let’s just get home,” I said, gently tugging her along. But as we walked away, I couldn’t shake Adam’s last words.

Once that thought took root, the despair clouding his chest vanished completely. Meanwhile, Charlotte was left trembling with unease. There were only seven days left before they returned to Serica. … Back in Serica, the dating show was more popular than ever. The last segment before the rest had burst into pink bubbles. The infamous flirt, Jessica, was hitting it off with Liam. No one had seen that pairing coming. "The infamous flirt and the warmhearted guy? This pair is cursed! Liam, are you out of your mind? There's no way you can handle Jessica!"

Even before she appeared, her heavy perfume filled the air, cloying and impossible to ignore. I balanced a silver tray in my hands, careful with each step. The tray carried a neat arrangement of freshly baked pastries and a glass jug filled with bright red juice. Lady Sinclair had ordered it for the sitting room, and I had been warned—do not spill, do not stumble, do not falter. But fate, as always, had its own cruel plan. Just as I reached the sitting room, Lisa appeared from the opposite hallway and deliberately stepped right in front of me. She tilted her chin, pretending it was accidental, but the glint in her eyes told another story.

That whatever fragile, unspoken thing had been growing between them since Atlanta—since the tremor, since the wrist, since the quiet Fuck the schedule—had just been placed on the altar and sacrificed without warning. Seraphina turned to Serena again after whatever transpired between her and Aiden lost her attention. “Serena,” she said, voice soft, almost kind. “You look lovely. Ravielle suits you.” The compliment landed like a silk-wrapped slap. Serena forced a smile—small, careful, the one she had perfected on red carpets when she wanted to disappear. “Thank you. I’m trying to keep up.” Seraphina tilted her head, diamonds catching light. “You always do.”

But Blackridge has other plans. As I step into the courtyard, voices rise. A circle has formed near the fountain, students clustered with hungry eyes. At the center stands the queen bee herself, Marissa Devereaux, holding court like it’s her birthright. She turns when she sees me, smile sharp as a blade. “Eva Sinclair,” she purrs, loud enough for everyone to hear. “Or should I say… Ava Carter?” The world tilts. My lungs seize. But no—she can’t know. She’s bluffing. Testing.

Flynn asked after eyeing up the cake. Lucas looked down at the tray. Sarah had selected the lemon cake with sherbet icing. It wasn’t a combination he would have chosen, it had been Flynn’s idea instead based on the sweet. The combination of sweet and sharp worked surprisingly well with that cake. “Chamomile to calm us down for the meeting later,” she replied and put the tray down on the bench. Flynn pouted and Lucas was left wondering if he wanted Darjeeling instead. That thought was enough to make him smile.