Unordinary John Vs Seraphina Novels & Stories

she complained but the jab landed instantly. Seraphina stiffened. Mrs Morgan immediately frowned. “That’s different,” Seraphina defended quickly. Liora rested her chin lightly against her hand. “How?” “I don’t have a fiancé and you have a fiancée” Seraphina replied. Suddenly, something clicked in Liora’s mind and her eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly. That was true and strange. Seraphina was beautiful, stunning and had the kind of personality that made anyone want to protect her.

Her head spun. Standing over her, Juan stared at the mutilated body of the would-be client, a dangerous Alpha that she’d killed with her bare hands. His insides had spilled from his body, throat ripped open, and eyes wide in eternal shock. Juan didn’t look horrified. He looked impressed. He crouched beside her, his eyes gleaming with new curiosity. Then, his hand slid beneath the edge of her dress. Seraphina’s blurred vision focused just in time to see the moment his fingers brushed against her chest and he grabbed her round breasts from the binding of her chest.

“I think I love all this. I think I should give him a chance. Even if I run away, who am I running for? Who is left in my life to call mine? Yes, he’s a monster, a devil. But there are mutual feelings between us. Why can’t I at least try to change things? And if he can’t change, maybe I’ll join him instead.” Tanya’s mouth dropped open. “Are you serious?” “Yes. One hundred percent. Only he can protect me,” Seraphina said with quiet confidence. Tanya shook her head, too stunned to argue further. The Next Morning Seraphina woke early. She couldn’t stay still, not after what she felt last night. She texted Tanya as she slipped out of the camp and went straight to Vincenzo’s hotel. Her heart poun

She scans the things and put them into the bag, she didn't even look at who that person was only when he said something strange. "So you are her daughter" Sera frowned and looked at the old man, who was grinning at her. "Excuse me?" She asked. "What's your name?" He asked her with that same smile. Sera awkwardly smiled, she doesn't want to sound rude. So she just answered "Seraphina William" That old man pouted, "Seraphina William?... not Robertson? So you took after your mother that's good, she was a lot better for that punk"

She's strong for an old lady, I must say. "My child, who has inherited the fire-like eyes of the Goddess of fire, you will meet eyes with the darkest of green that will take you to nature, eyes with the darkest of blue that will take you to the deepest part of the ocean, eyes with the lightest shade of blue that shall refresh your soul, you are bound to have a journey full of hate, love, happiness, and sadness. Seraphina, remember this, you are the fated child of a God and was given to us. You who will end the misery of our clan, after thousands of years. They finally gave you to us." She said. I don't know how and what to react to this.

My mother and Margaret paced the tiles, while Ethan’s voice rose in a heated, jagged argument with the security chief. ​I barely heard them. The noise of the world was irrelevant when the silence of my own conscience was this loud. ​Then, the door hissed open. ​Seraphina stepped out. She moved with a stiffness, with one arm heavily bandaged and a dark violet bruise blooming on her cheekbone. Her hair was a tangled mess; her dress was gone, replaced by oversized hospital scrubs that made her look painfully fragile. ​She looked... hollow. Like the fire that usually burned in her eyes had been snuffed out completely.

"I'm warning you—if you don't fix my brother, Mortimer will have your head. Personally." Seraphina cut her a bored, sidelong glance. "Sure. Whatever makes you happy." "You...!" Vivian was vibrating now. She scanned Seraphina's calm face and let out a sharp, jagged laugh. "Stop acting. You're dying inside, aren't you? Jealous that he treats me like I'm special. We're childhood sweethearts. If I hadn't had to go overseas to recover, you'd never have touched that Luna title." "Mhm." Seraphina even gave her a little nod to keep the rhythm.

And somewhere else, in the Blackwood compound, Seraphina was awake and recovering, probably wondering why I hadn't come to see her. Two women, two different futures, two impossible choices. Except it wasn't really a choice, was it? I'd made my decision months ago when I'd agreed to the arrangement with the Ashworth family. I'd promised Miranda a future, and I was going to give her one. Seraphina had made her choice five years ago when she'd run away and married Marcus Sullivan. *Exactly,* my wolf said with grim satisfaction. *She made her choice. Now she gets to live with it. Just like we're living with ours.*

“We are now in the same position. Don’t point those red witchy nails at me like I’m still an intern. In two days, I’ll have mine done,and they’ll be as sharp as yours. It will serve as a reminder that we're now equals. And if you think you're still the superior because everyone takes orders from you,well think again, you got this position after working five years for it, and I became your equal in five hours. Think about what would happen in five days, “Hey Seraph, for now I'm above you, so you better reduce that tone” she barked, still pointing those fingers at me. “You know what I'm thinking of making mine sharper. Pointier. More threatening. It’ll remind you that I’m no longer beneath you

One more inch, and her foot brushed the edge of the binding circle. Lucan tensed. “Sera don’t.” Her eyes softened. “I’m not afraid of you.” And then, slowly, she crossed the line. The circle didn’t burn her. It glowed. The violet threads faded into gold as she stepped through them and reached for his hand. “You should have run,” Lucan murmured, his voice shaking. “They’ll tear you apart for this.” “They’ll have to try.” Seraphina turned to the crowd. “You don’t get to decide how this story ends. We do.”