Bucky Yelena Novels & Stories

At that time, Yelena was playing with toys in the living room. She did not know why her mother prohibited her from going to kindergarten today. That was fine, but her mother did not even let her go out. How boring! She looked up and saw a strange woman out of the blue. So, she blinked her round eyes. "What's her name?" Quinn looked at Yelena and asked Zoe. "Yelena York." "Yelena." Smiling, Quinn walked toward Yelena. "Nice to meet you. I'm your mommy's best friend. If you're okay with it, I'll be your godmother."

Finally on the day of her birthday, clocking the age of twenty one, it was time she acted. Yelena all dressed in black, pocket knives in her boot and a sheath strapped around her waist, containing a sharp katana sword. She walked briskly and fiercely to the Montgomery gate , promised her foster parents , the Fosters that she will come back alive, her step brothers wished her luck. At the gate, she had expertly slit the throats of the five guards unaware and they dropped dead immediately, just with the daggers in her grasp. Yelena strolled carefully inside the compound, Making sure to kill every guard she saw silently, making sure not to raise an alarm. She was like a thief in the night.

No flare of energy. I slid one arm under her knees, the other behind her neck. She barely weighed anything. Like ash caught in the wind. I carried her to the slab, her head rolling into the crook of my arm. I laid her down. And I didn't fucking breathe. "Hold her still," Yelena ordered, vial in hand. I held her. Caged her between my arms. She drew a blue vial from her case and injected it cleanly. The girl fucking moaned—soft, broken. Her body curled forward. Into me. And I felt her breath kiss my neck. It was warm. Real.

The couple suspiciously locked their gaze on Yelena. "And what made you worthy of our trust?" Lady Laenyra asked. Yelena's gaze shifted in her direction and gave her a cold smile. "I drowned thousands of men in seas. And feed children to lions. I'm a woman of words and I never break promises." Yelena responded coldly and Laenyra felt fear from her place when the woman's head creepily tilted to the side and smiled at her. Laenyra quickly holds her husband's hand.

They were the ones who were having a casual talk before. Valhalla Melnyk, the notorious Heavenly Beast Summoner and Vice-Commander of Deck Order Guild, is undoubtedly the one on the left. Her hair was colored blonde and cut short. Her makeup-free face is complemented by her distinctive wide and clear eyes. Her immaculate skin and flawless features drew everyone's attention, including mine.

She wanted to say no vehemently, but feared Thalia would suspect her. Despite that she doesn't like her, Yuriel could only shift to make space for Thalia beside her. "I'm Thalia Gibson, and I'm a transfer student." Thalia extended her hand to Yuriel after sitting beside her. Yuriel pursed her lips to deal with the discomfort of sitting next to Thalia, the demonic woman who had become her nightmare, and she needed to reacquaint herself with her. She hesitantly took her outstretched hand. "Yunifer Jenkins." Yuriel informed her of Yunifer's identity.

Sunlight cut through the high archways, lighting up dust floating over the polished stone floor. Elena stood at the center of the yard. She wore a tight black leather vest and soft boots, her long silver hair tied high behind her head. In her right hand, she held a short training blade made of blunted steel. Standing ten feet in front of her were her triplets: Jax, Leo, and Maya.

Yelena shot a determined look my way, silently affirming that we needed to fight back. With a deep breath, I steadied my trembling hands and glanced out the window. The masked figures were relentless, closing in with every passing moment. "Yelena, I can't—" "You can, Zoey. We need to protect ourselves," she interrupted, her gaze fierce. I nodded, the reality sinking in. Gripping the handgun, I braced myself for the unthinkable. Yelena took a sharp turn into a narrow alley, the pursuers momentarily thrown off course. The confined space offered a brief respite, and Yelena seized the opportunity to retaliate.

The soft click of the deadbolt sliding into place sounded almost sacred. Final. Safe. For the first time since leaving the hospital, I allowed my shoulders to sag beneath the crushing weight of the day. Outside this bedroom door, I was Elena Vane-Thorne—the woman who had detonated Oakhaven’s most powerful engagement, humiliated Julian Vane in front of the elite, and dragged her father back from the edge of death. But inside this room? Inside this room, I was just a woman racing against the apocalypse with eleven days left on the clock.

“Actually, I’m planning to create a foundation to help the poor.” Bella’s eyes widened in surprise. “That’s beautiful, El,” she said with a beam. “Do you need my help?” I nodded, and she sat closer, peeking at my tab. “I’m planning customized shirts and caps…” I began, when Emris walked in. “Hey, Emris,” Bella called beaming. “Elena is starting a foundation!” “That’s great news, El. Congratulations,” he said warmly. “Thank you, Emris,” I smiled back.