50 Shades Of Grey Elena 소설 & 이야기

Elena With piercing dark brown eyes and striking jet-black hair, it was as though the universe had conspired to grace the triplets with this shared, hypnotic feature. Beyond their matching gaze and hair, each of them possessed a unique magnetism of their own. Magnetism mixed with cruelty—a deadly combination, I knew in my heart, was capable of killing me a thousand times more than they already had. As I served the members along with them, I couldn't help but sneak a few glances at them.

When the grand doors opened that afternoon, Amelia’s heart lurched violently. Elena stepped inside like she owned the world. Tall, graceful, and dressed in a pale lavender dress that shimmered like sunlight on water, she was the kind of woman people noticed instantly. Her raven-black hair fell in smooth waves down her back, and her smile was sweet, almost angelic. But when her eyes flicked to Amelia, there was something sharp lurking beneath the sweetness—a glimmer of triumph. “Damien,” Elena breathed, her voice soft, musical, familiar. She crossed the marble floor as if floating, and without hesitation, Damien rose to meet her.

The Shadow Guard Elite rushed forward immediately, pinning her broken form to the ground before she could move again. Yet even restrained, she continued shouting and screaming with the fury of the damned. "Why are you still alive! Why! The Ravenclaw Pack and the Northern Territories should both be mine! You should have died long ago!" I gave her a cold, dismissive glance that contained all the contempt I felt for her pathetic existence. "But now, both of them are mine!" Elena let out a piercing scream that echoed off the stone walls, a sound of pure rage and defeat. Then her eyes rolled back and she fainted, her body going limp in the guards' grip.

CHAPTER 4 (Elisa's POV) It had only been a week since the envoys visited but I was already being asked to move into the Greyhound's estate to assist in wedding preparations. I didn't even get to bid my father a proper goodbye before I was whisked away by the drive. Upon arrival I was greeted and received by the estate's staffs, not a single family member in sight. I was silently ushered in by the maids. I tried making conversation. “So…where are all the family members?” But my attempt was met with hostile glares and more silence. After being settled in my room I decided to give myself a tour of the estate since no one offered. Just as I had made my way to the west wing, voices erupted causin

Bella’s POV As I sat on my bed, it all came rushing back —FLASHBACK – TWO MONTHS BEFORE ELENA’S ACCIDENT— After class, we were lounging in our private room when Elena’s phone buzzed. She scoffed, her face tightening with irritation. “Elena, what’s wrong?” “Don’t worry about it. It’s just some freak,” she muttered through clenched teeth. But minutes later, her mood shifted. “You know what? I’m meeting Gloria,” she announced, standing abruptly and walking out of the room.

“I think you should see for yourself.” For a moment, Elena just stared at it. Her reflection was on the other side. Her fingers trembled as she took the mirror. She was going to miss her old face. She had taken great care of it and it was her pride. Now, she closed her eyes. She could do this. Slowly, she lifted it and then froze. The woman staring back at her was breathtaking. Her once warm brown eyes were now a striking shade of grey-green. It looked like someone would get lost in them.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about. When you changed your identity and become another person you aren’t discreet enough to look into minute details like hiding your distracting mole on your neck, your perfume and most importantly, your walking style.” Elena’s eyes rounded in surprise at how minutely he has observed each and everything of hers. He watches the flutter of her eyelashes. Her eye colour has mysteriously changed from brown to natural green. The colour of thick dense forest of a****n that hides numerous species. Mysterious. Deadly. That’s what she is- a lethal venom. With each passing seconds his eyes turn a shade darker. It takes everything in her not to run and hide in her

The longer they were blind to her true identity, the easier it would be to dismantle their lives piece by piece. Elara turned away from the balcony and re-entered the ballroom, her movements graceful and controlled. The gown she wore—emerald green silk that flowed like water around her—caught the light as she moved, drawing the eyes of those around her. She could feel their gazes on her, the curiosity and speculation that had followed her since she first arrived in the city. Elena Grey had quickly become the subject of whispers, a mysterious figure who had appeared seemingly out of nowhere, capturing the attention of society with her beauty and poise.

“I need all the details, got a name? What does she look like?” “Her name’s Elara,” Grayson blurted out, his voice filled with pain. “Elara Von Halen.” Jason leaned closer, his cold eyes locked on Grayson’s. "What does she look like?" Grayson closed his eyes for a moment, trying to calm himself and recall what the woman looked like. “Umm…She’s tall.... Dark hair. Pale skin. Always in some kind of expensive outfit, usually black. She’s intimidating. She’s got this look... like she knows everything. Like she’s always a step ahead.”

Carla Winehouse My belly felt like a volcano pit about to erupt as I glared down at the dark-haired woman who watched me back with a stony expression on her face. “You are not allowed in my chambers, Carla Winehouse, how many times do I have to say it for it to get through to your thick skull-” Elena spat acidly, her bright grey eyes narrowing dangerously as I fought to keep the shock from showing on my face. My heart started its harsh mechanical grinding in my chest and it was all I could do to keep from leaping at her.