Sweet Serenade Novels & Stories

I just kept walking, head high, hips moving like I owned the place. Because tonight? I kind of felt like I did. “Sabrina, please take this to table twelve,” Mia called from the service station. She was one of the few who’d been nice to me—short blonde hair, quick smile, no bullshit. She slid a plate across the counter: seared salmon, perfect grill marks, drizzled with some kind of sauce that smelled like heaven. I balanced it carefully on my tray with a glass of white wine and headed toward the far end of the room.

The distance wasn't vast, but it was enough to keep me from lunging across the meticulously set table to settle old blood-debts. "Good morning," Serena said with a practiced sweetness, smiling as the rest of the circle claimed their seats. The spaces on either side of her remained empty, a silent testament to her volatile standing. "Did the pack have a fruitful night?" Part of me was tempted to flash a jagged grin, but I held my mask. "It was adequate," I answered with forced indifference, though the way Harrison’s hand tightened on my thigh suggested it had been far more than that. Judging by the way Serena’s neutral mask slipped ever so slightly, she had caught the shift in the wind betwee

He just watched me. —Who are you? —he whispered. I think it was the second or third time I heard it. —I'm Serene... a girl terrified of the idea of not having you by her side. His features lifted to form a weak smile. Then, he didn't hesitate to close the distance to kiss me. A weak kiss, full of sadness, with that mix of sweetness. The touch of his lips on mine was madness... how well he fit was madness. I wanted to protest the distance he took for both of us to catch some air.

The amber liquid shimmered, offering a brief escape from my thoughts. I bought Serenity Pines on the second night Sarah and I were married, ensuring it had top-notch security. Sarah might not have noticed, but every part of this home was a tribute to her—from the soft cream bedroom walls to the handcrafted bookshelves filled with her favorite books, according to Jane. The scotch burned a path down my throat as I lost myself in memories. One glass became two, and it became half the bottle. I've lost track of time. In the back of my mind, I knew Iris and Rowan were waiting in Villa Serafina, probably wondering why Daddy was late again.

Before she could think of something to say, a voice sliced through the air. “Derek!” Serene appeared beside him, slipping an arm through his like they had known each other for years. “Didn’t see you come in,” she purred, flashing her sweetest smile. “I was hoping we could spend some time together.” Derek didn’t move, his eyes still on Samantha. Serene’s grip on his arm tightened. “We were just talking,” he said, pulling away slightly. Serene’s smile thinned, but she recovered quickly. “I’m sure she has better things to do,” she said lightly, but the venom beneath her words was unmistakable.

One week later Desiré noire, or black desire, is what I call my leisure space for the city's wealthiest people. It is not prepotent to say that I have managed to make it one of the best in Paris. All the furniture, equipment and drinks are of the best quality, not to mention the lights and velvets that guarantee a touch of luxury, and there is even a stage where dancing is done to serve up sensuality and make the clients salivate like hungry dogs waiting for a reward.

Yours — always a little too much, Seraphina

Elara said nothing. “Having a son with him doesn’t make you belong in a room like this,” Serene continued, pleasantly. “The last time I checked, you weren’t a company owner.” She smiled. “You might have his child. But I have his history. His love. He left you for me — don’t forget that.” The music had faded. People at the nearby tables had gone very still. Serene looked around at the attention and seemed to find it agreeable. She straightened slightly, addressing the room now as much as Elara.

Day by day, her scent, her sexy body and her sweet voice were driving me crazy. “I’ve missed you, my Serena,” I whispered as I drew closer to her neck. “I’ve missed you too, Farkas,” she closed her eyes, anticipating a kiss on her soft skin. “Five days of separation seemed like eternity,” I lamented. Indeed, the pain of staying away from my Serena was torture. Before we could even realise it, my lips captured hers and we started kissing and exploring each other’s mouth like the dessert I had been craving for. The vanilla flavoured scent hit my nostrils and that was the elixir I had been missing the most all these days. I could even sense the heat rising between us. Serena’s sweet’s breath an