روايات وقصص ضمن 50 Shades Of Grey Elena

A gray-eyed woman whose calculated stride always oriented itself toward the nearest exit. When the knife had touched her neck, her certainty had sat at eighty percent. Now that number had rounded cleanly to one hundred. A small smile appeared at the corner of the woman’s lips. Elena Lafayette. Elena Cross. Two different names for the same predator. This was starting to become a very entertaining game. ✘ ✘ ✘ The sound of bright, easy laughter stopped Dante’s stride at the third step from the bottom of the staircase.

Gabriella asked as she helped Elena up to the seat before pouring her a glass of water. Elena drank the water and smiled, " it's nothing darling. I just fell and hurt my knee. That's why I was crying" she lied. " Come, I'll help you get up" Gabriella said as she helped Elena up. CENTENARY ANNIVERSARY....... Nikita stared at Elena with hatred in her eyes as she watched as Elena arranged everything with ease and elegance. " So this is the woman who thinks she can take everything away from me? I'll never let it happen because today is going to be your last day on this earth " she said before snapping her fingers and a man who was clad in a suit appeared.

~ ELENA’S POV ~ I ran through the chaos in the courtyard, my heart racing with fear. The once silent and peaceful night was now in disarray, screams of anguish and pain coming from all sides. The night was lit with fire burning down houses and werewolves. The scent of blood hung thick in the air, deepening the sense of dread which filled the atmosphere. I placed my hand on my stomach, desperate to find Vernon. He needs to know about the child before something bad happens.

Elena promised, her voice a quiet, desperate vow as she stared at the reflection of the monster standing behind her. Lydia let out a soft, satisfied hum, patted Elena's shoulder with a chillingly affectionate gesture, and turned to leave. She unlocked the heavy door and slipped out into the pouring Chelsea rain, leaving Elena alone in the quiet shadows of the loft, staring at the gray dress that would soon become the shroud for Elara's empire.

Cassius looked Alessia straight in the eyes as he spoke. Elena flew to the hard wall and smashed hard against it. She remained there for a few seconds before she rose up from the ground aiding herself with her hands. Sparks of electricity were visible on her fingertips. He black hair suddenly turned silver and her eyes went solid golden. What's happening to Elena?

In a game of psychological chess where the stakes are absolute surrender, she’s about to learn that some captors don't need chains to keep you bound. How far would you go to own the woman of your darkest dreams? *************** Part 1 The library at the University of London was freezing, but Elena Vance didn’t care. She was hunched over a thick book on Italian Renaissance architecture, her fingers tracing the lines of a cathedral floor plan. She looked exhausted. Her dark hair was pulled up in a messy bun, and her glasses were sliding down her nose. "Elena, seriously? It’s eleven o’clock on a Friday," a voice whispered loudly.

She finally sighed and picked up the call, after it rang for several minutes. "Hello, Maya." "You're really doing this? Like, right now?" Maya blurted as soon as she heard her voice. Elena stared at her reflection in the mirror. She looked pale, sharp cheekbones, dark hair pulled into a sleek knot, lips painted deep crimson to hide how dry her mouth felt. "I have to." She replied after a while of silence. "This isn't some dive bar sting operation, El. These people are ghosts. Billionaires who make people disappear for fun. If they figure out you're a journalist...

Elena hadn't just moved into the city; she had moved into the sea. The water erupted in a massive plume of white spray as a localized electromagnetic pulse threw the Arbitrator back. Alexander looked down into the dark water and saw her. Elena wasn't a girl anymore, and she wasn't a ghost. She was a shimmering, translucent figure of pure light, moving through the depths with a grace that made the Black-Sun Units look like lead weights. She surfaced beside the skiff, her hand a delicate, glowing construction of data and water reaching out to touch the side of the boat.