Bucky Yelena Novels & Stories

I could see us getting close. "I'll give it to her, that was the bravest thing she's ever done in all her life. I am sure she's still trying to figure out where she got all that gut from," She said with a smile. "Unlike Brittany, Yelena is smart. And she understands that their lives could never go back to the way they were before. Thanks to Thomas. Right now their only option is to toughen up, or die trying.” I said walking back to the chair.

“If you sacrifice her, Earth will be destroyed.” “I only care about Ryssa,” she replied, then stepped aside, snatched a toy gun from a bystander, and aimed it at the heroes. She reached out a hand to the girl. “Come with me, pretty lady. Trust me.” She removed her mask, and the girl caught on, jumping up. Jenny aimed her weapon at the lizards, took off her gloves and costume—revealing her jumpsuit underneath—and spoke: “I took Ryssyna’s place yesterday, before she arrived. Know this—my name is Sayana, guardian angel of all superheroes. I came to save the girl and the Earth.”

This was my purpose, this was my strength. "Brax, if you can hear me," I whispered to the wind, "I will avenge you. I will protect them. Our love and your spirit will guide me. We will rise, stronger than ever." As the sun set, painting the sky with hues of gold and crimson, I knew that the journey ahead would be perilous. But with vengeance and love as my children's torches, nothing could stand in my way. This was just the beginning, and the world would soon know the name of Luna Wicken.

The proof Aris Thorne found against Helena Vance was sharp enough to cut in both directions. It finally confirmed what Jason and Bella had feared that Helena wasn’t just part of George Reed’s twisted empire. She was its new head. She was the one known as “The Weaver,” the woman working from the shadows, pulling the strings, finishing what George started. But exposing her wouldn’t be simple. Helena Vance wasn’t someone who panicked when cornered. She had power, deep connections, and more money than most people could dream of. She would fight like hell to protect what she’d built.

she pleaded shamelessly with a smile. As he opened his mouth to give her a reply, his boss shouted, "If she steps a foot into this compound, consider yourself jobless, Mr Dalton.” She shifted her gaze to him. 'Why's he so cold?' She wondered. A hand gripped her left arm firmly. “What are you doing?” she asked the gatekeeper who had gripped her arm, wide eyed.

The bitch didn't get the message. She tilted her chest to display her tiny breast through the low-neck crop top she was wearing. Her breasts were supposed to be on the show but let me tell you, all I saw was her flat chest Her boobs can’t even reach the first b in the spelling of boobs. Don't call me mean. I’m just being truthful. If she wasn't so dumb, she'd know that Lucian didn't want her around but she didn't get the message so I decided to do the honors.

"This is Vance. I need the 'Fixer's kit. The heavy one. And a private jet to Valletta. No flight plan. No witnesses." Elena looked at her bandaged hand. The violet shimmer was still there, pulsing under her skin like a second heartbeat. She realized then that she wasn't just the "Antivirus." She was the "Mutation." And in the City of Glass, the only thing more dangerous than a billionaire with a secret was a woman who had forgotten how to be afraid. "Rule Twenty-Nine," Elena added, her voice finally returning to its natural, human tone. Alexander looked at her, his hand on the door handle as the SUV pulled into the hidden garage of the safe house. "Yes?"

"No. That's not—you can't—" ​"Her name is Maya." Elena's voice shook, but she forced the words out anyway. "She's four years old. And she's dying." ​Xander's eyes flashed pure gold. The air around him grew heavy, like a storm about to break. His Alpha presence slammed outward—a wave of power so thick Elena's knees almost buckled. The warriors behind him immediately dropped their heads, necks bared in automatic submission. ​Elena locked her knees and held her ground. Barely.

"You're disrupting traditional power structures. Helping smaller packs modernize, stay independent. The old guard doesn't appreciate that." Elena moved to the window, studying the city below. "Let them look. They'll find what everyone finds…nothing before three years ago. Elena Cross emerged fully formed, like Athena from Zeus's head." "That's what worries me. No one's that clean. It raises more questions than answers." "Sometimes, Lily, the best defence is to be so obviously hiding something that people assume they already know what it is. They'll create their own theories…witness protection, corporate espionage, tragic past. None will approach the truth."

The dawn over the Thames was a bruised purple, illuminating the wreckage of Leo’s former life. Standing in the mud and the rusted shadows of the vault, Leo watched as the woman he knew only from Meilin’s tear-stained childhood stories—Elena Vance—approached them. Elena didn't walk; she commanded the space around her. She was the CEO of Vance Global, the silent titan that made the Thorne Foundation look like a neighborhood start-up.