Unordinary John Vs Seraphina Novels & Stories

"Why... how are you here?!" "Why? Are you surprised to see me?" Seraphina stepped forward, staring directly into Juna’s eyes without the slightest trace of fear. "Of course I came looking for you. It's me, Seraphina. The poor college girl you defiled and whose future you destroyed in that nightclub room!"

Since then, he left New York City and the only time was when he came to Sophia’s funeral and he ignored me. And now, he was here on the day I was released from Jail. I took a step back, folding my hands behind me. “How can I help you?” A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “I don’t need your help but you need mine” Confusion swirled through my mind. “What are you talking about?” “I have an offer for you” “What offer?” My breathing hitched when Rowan took a step forward, almost closing the space between us, and the smile on his face died. “Marry me, Seraphina”

Some opportunistic vulture had been close enough to leave traces on my husband, and I was going to smoke her out. “Seraphina, darling, you were at the deck today, right? Did you notice any woman around—pale skin, long wavy dark hair? Maybe someone who might have crossed paths with Draven’s circle?” Seraphina froze, a scallop slipping from her fork and clattering onto her plate. "No. No one like that stands out. Why?” My eyes tracked the nervous tremor in her fingers, then drifted up to her face. My gaze lingered on her pale skin and to her dark, wavy locks tumbling over her shoulders.

“We’re under direct orders. You will leave.” Bianca’s mouth opened to protest, but before she could utter another word, two of the men took a deliberate step forward. The unspoken threat was clear. Eleanor turned back to Seraphina, eyes blazing. “This is what you want, then? To be surrounded by thugs? To turn your back on your family? Are you into dating thugs now?” Seraphina’s grip tightened on the blanket. For the first time in her life, she didn’t feel small under their scrutiny. She felt something entirely different and powerful. “I’m not turning my back on anyone,” she said, her voice steady. “I’m choosing myself for once.”

"I know we've been occupied with this mystery enemy problem and I haven't had enough time to speak with you properly and see how you're adjusting, but I can't help noticing that you look very unhappy. It seems something is troubling you." Seraphina was stunned. She stared at him with wide eyes for some time. She thought she had done a perfect job hiding what she was experiencing, just as she had in BloodMoon. She had always managed to get through everything, even after receiving a brutal beating from Alpha Darius in BloodMoon, and nobody had ever questioned her pale appearance or limp.

Can predict what he wants to say before he says it. His violence is straightforward. His desires are clear. But Seraphina is calm. Too calm. Calculated in ways that shouldn't be possible. And i don't understand if I'm fallen into someone else's trap, or if i created my own trap for myself Either way, I'm about to spend sixty days living with two predators who both want to own me And I have no idea if I'll survive it with my sanity...or my heart...intact.

I pushed the door open, bell jingling above me. Inside, the place smelled of burnt coffee and damp coats. A few tables held tired locals nursing drinks. My eyes scanned the room until they landed on him Victor Kent, my mother’s old runner. Gray streaked his beard now, but those sharp green eyes hadn’t changed. He sat in the corner booth, coat collar turned up. “Seraphina,” he grunted as I slid into the seat across from him. “You look like shit. So, what’s a DeLorenzo princess doing calling me after all these years?”

he added. No title. No explanation. Just she. I didn’t need to ask who Seraphina is unpredictable. You would never be able to tell her next move. Seraphina was already seated as I entered the hall. She was dressed in formal robes—white and silver—and her crown crooked on her head like she hadn’t bothered to fix it. Her eyes looked sunken, like she hadn’t slept at all. Because she hadn’t. I sat silently beside her, like I always did. But inside me, I couldn't stop thinking back to that day the high priestess met me at the garden.

Narrator On Asheron’s bed, the girl wearing Seraphina’s body suddenly gasped to consciousness. Unlike Seraphina, she didn't cry out in agony. Instead, a dark smile actually stretched across her lips. She looked around and saw that her plan had worked. Quinn sat up and dragged her hand through Seraphina’s long hair. She looked down at her hands and flexed her fingers, feeling the strange, soft warmth of a low-born Omega’s body vibrating beneath her skin.

“I saw a woman slapped and humiliated.” “No,” I corrected. “You saw a woman who realized she is losing.” Giovanni leaned forward, chains clanking. “And that helps us how?” I shifted against the wall, ignoring the pain that flared through my side. Pain was temporary. Insight was forever. “Seraphina is not weak,” I said. “She is desperate. And desperate people are dangerous.” “She is still Luna,” Giovanni snapped. “She reminded us of that quite clearly.” “And that,” I said softly, “is exactly why she will destroy herself.”