Novels by Serena

Oh, shit. My heart pounded like a war drum. Before I could react, Cynthia yanked me down with her, making me slide off the chair in one sharp movement. My back slammed against the cold wood of the desk, breath hitching as we pressed ourselves against it.The air felt thick, suffocating. I turned my head so slowly, and the moment I saw Jaxon, a cold knot tightened in my stomach.He stood at the doorway, his tall frame casting a long shadow across the room. My heart pounded, my breath hitchng in my throat. He hadn’t seen us. Not yet. But every second dragged, stretching unbearably, like a rope pulled too tight, ready to break.If he took even a few steps closer… if he pulled out the chair and sat, then—We were screwed.Exposed.Doomed.The thick desk barely shielded us and there wasn’t enough space to crawl underneath, so we pressed our backs against it, gripping each other’s hands so tightly that my knuckles ached.Every second felt like an eternity, the silence stretching, heavy and

“Are you crazy?” I hissed, staring at Cynthia like she had completely lost her mind.She grinned, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “A little. But do you have a better idea?”I opened my mouth, ready to argue, but nothing came out. She had a point. A terrible, reckless, probably-going-to-get-us-killed point.I swallowed hard, glancing toward the massive wooden door that led to Jaxon’s closet. Of all the things I had imagined myself doing today, breaking into the wardrobe of that ridiculously good-looking man was not one of them.“This is a bad idea,” I muttered, even as she grabbed my wrist and pulled me toward the door.“Oh, absolutely,” she agreed, not slowing down. “But desperate times call for desperate measures.”I dug my heels into the plush carpet, yanking my arm free. “Wait!”She spun around, exasperated. “What now?”I threw my hands up. “I’m naked, Cynthia! What if someone—what if Jaxon sees me like this?”Her eyes flicked over me, amusement flickering across her face. “Techni

"Really?" I asked, my voice dripping with curiosity.Cynthia let out a frustrated groan, smacking her forehead like she was dealing with the dumbest person alive."Are you serious right now? Don’t you understand sarcasm?" Her arched eyebrow was practically screaming, Are you actually this clueless?I folded my arms, trying to keep my cool. "Well, excuse me for trying to make sense of this mess!"Cynthia inhaled sharply, pinching the bridge of her nose as if she was one second away from completely losing it. "Think, ma’am. How do we clean this up?"I stared at the blood in front of us, my mind racing. Cynthia kept tapping her foot impatiently, and the pressure was suffocating.I gulped, racking my brain. THINK! THINK! THINK.After what felt like an eternity, my gaze landed on the sink. A wild, reckless idea sparked in my mind. It was insane but it was the only shot we had.My heartbeat thundered in my ears as I turned to Cynthia, my voice barely above a whisper. "I have an idea."She c

I took a slow breath, gripping my phone tightly. “Be patient, okay? I need time to arrange for that.” My voice was calm, but my heart pounded like a war drum.“Patience?” she muttered, letting out a sharp, bitter chuckle that echoed through the other end. “Cynthia escaped, remember? She could be anywhere! Watching me. Waiting. I don’t have all the time in the world.” Her voice was shaking now, but not from fear, from anger.I rolled my eyes, my lips curling into a smirk. “Relax, okay? She won’t find you. And I’ll get you the bullets soon, I just need a little time, and you have to trust me.”“Trust?” she scoffed. “I don’t have time for trust. I need that bullet now!”“And I need time! We don’t always get what we want, do we?” Before she could spit out another demand, I ended the call.The second I lowered the phone, a burst of laughter filled the room. Cynthia grinned at me, her dark eyes gleaming with mischief. “Damn, you’re good… that was smooth… too smooth,” she whispered, raising

" What do you mean by that? Are you suggesting we finish him off?" My voice cracked as I staggered back, my legs trembling beneath me. Cynthia arched a brow, then—unbelievably—she laughed. A deep chuckle that sent chills racing down my spine."Oh, Myla… You needed to see your face right now," she teased, shaking her head.My stomach twisted. "Cynthia, this isn't funny!" I snapped, my pulse pounding. "For God's sake, be serious! What are we supposed to do?"The laughter faded from her lips, and the air between us grew heavy. Cynthia took a step forward, "First, you need to breathe." Her voice dropped, calm yet commanding. "Second, you need to trust me. And third?" She leaned in, her next words slow and deliberate. "We clean this up before anyone finds out."My chest tightened. "What if someone does?" I asked softly, my voice unsteady.Cynthia’s lips curved into a dangerous smirk. "Then we make sure they wish they never did."My eyes widened, a cold shiver crawling down my spine. Cynth

My hands shook as I stared at the blood on them.Oh God… oh God…The sudden sound of footsteps made me freeze. They were slow, creepy, and heavy, growing closer with each step.I shut my eyes tight, my heart pounding hard against my ribs. It felt like something was squeezing my chest, making it hard to breathe.I’ve been caught… oh God, I’ve been caught. I’m going to jail. My son… Who will save my Liam?My throat tightened as panic filled me, cold and heavy. Every second felt slower, and my heartbeat thumped loudly in my ears.Then, the footsteps stopped. Right in front of me.A shadow loomed over me, and my heart froze. I felt the presence before I saw it.I braced for the worst.But instead of the cold grip of the cops, a familiar voice cut through the tension."Hey, babes. Let’s clean this mess up."My eyes flew open.Cynthia.Cynthia.My eyes widened in shock. Cynthia stood in front of me, her lips curved into the faintest smirk I knew she could make, and her gaze was sharp and fa