Bucky Yelena Novels & Stories

He did all of this to protect me! Yelena glared at him, her nose flared and it was clear that his words were getting to her. “After years of working for you like the idiot that I was, I've been able to look into your mind and know what you would be capable of doing. I knew you would come here.” Yelena’s hands ran to her mouth to stifle her gasps. She was more concerned about the fact that everything going on was happening live. She was trying to morph back into her fake humanitarian persona that she has gotten good at perfecting, but for what? It's over!

Immediately, the chain that holds me captive opens, and I leap out of Jackson's grasp. - Is this how you're going to kill me, coward? - screams Jeckson to my Alpha. - Now you want to fight? - The Alpha asks. - No, I'm going to fight you. - I said loudly, and everyone looked at me. - You? - Jackson says, laughing. - A beta, full of wolfsbane, is going to fight me? Do you want to die that badly, or is that just an excuse for me to touch you? Do you want me to fuck you, right?

If the elevator hadn't closed behind her, making a noise, they might not have noticed Catherine at all, but as she arrived, both secretaries smiled warmly. — Good morning, my dear. Welcome to Advocacia Titã. Judging by your face and the elevator you just went up, I believe you must be the new lawyer I was told would be coming today. I must say that you are prettier than your picture on the e-mail – said the lady going around the counter where she was before and giving Catherine a hug, who seemed incredibly nervous. – I was the one who dealt with everything with you by e-mail. I hope you didn't get lost. I'm Victoria.

Putting on my black high heels I give myself a last check before heading downstairs as I hear the first cars arriving. Arriving quietly behind my parents as they welcome the first couple – Alpha Zachary and Luna Rachel from the Blood Moon Pack, I step beside my father in time to shake Alpha Zachary’s and Luna Rachel’s hands. My mother and father give me a stern look, acknowledging my close to late arrival. I smile and continue with some small talk with Luna Rachel as Alpha Jackson continues speaking with Alpha Zachary and his Beta Sam. Luna Rachel is a beautiful woman. With her blond hair, brown eyes, and petite frame she is clearly the light in Alpha Zackary’s eyes.

The fact that a bodyguard watches Turkish movies is more surprising. “Of course.” Eren wobbles, his mouth full with popcorn. “Which season is it?” “Last on.” I reply shortly, observing him while his eyes are plastered on the screen. Even while eating like a monkey he looks so cute. “So.” He swallows everything in his mouth and looks at me. “Delena or Stelena?” Easy question. “Delena.” I choose surely. He raises a brow. “Because?” “Uh.” I trail off, mentally preparing my script. “Damon lits up a fire in Elena. He makes her feel alive, passion and different. They have a strong chemistry and together they are intense.”

Her eyes scan the room, noting the stern faces of the council members—22 Alphas in all—each with their own agendas hidden behind stoic expressions. At the far end of the room, seated with an air of indifference, is the Alpha of the Aramanthian Pack, Bucky Briggs—his daughter Charmaine by his side. Charmaine’s beauty is deceptive, a mask that conceals the cruelty lurking beneath. Selena’s gaze hardens as she thinks of Demika, still recovering from the attack that nearly claimed her life. The Omega who carried out the assault is nothing more than a pawn, and everyone knows it. But here, in this den of wolves, justice is as elusive as a shadow.

I turned so fast, i nearly lost balance, my heart leaping into my throat. Standing under the pale lightning of the office was Yelena Nightshade, in silver. The kind of wealth that speaks in the person not from what she wore, it was her. She looked thinner than the last time I saw her, ever so, slime, but her eyes held a terrifying clarity that made me nervous. In one hand she held the black drive. In the other hand, was a sleek silver pistol and it was pointed directly at me. “Lady Yelena,” I breathed, forcing a breathless laugh out of my throat.

Zane cups my chin with his warm fingers, tilting my face so I'm fully focused on him. "Elena is a legendary Lunar Healer, Inka. She's not gonna let herself fall apart that easily," Zane says, his voice so calm and soothing it instantly smothers the anxiety in my chest. "And the Supreme Leader needs her blood essence, which means Mom gets treated like a valuable asset, not some regular prisoner. We've got time to plan our strategy before we hit the White Tower."

“You’re not joking?” “No.” “Who is the girl?” Jessy asked, beginning to sound serious. Elang took a breath. “The daughter of Elena Whitmore and Nathan Drake Sebastian.” Jessy immediately fell silent. “What?” Her eyes widened. “Which child?” “The third child. Her name is Delya Lancaster.” “What?” Jessy was truly shocked this time. “Delya Lancaster? The daughter of that legendary designer? Queen Elisabeth?” Elang nodded. “Yes.” Jessy slowly shook her head, still in disbelief. “Elang… the Whitmore family is not an ordinary family. They are very selective.”

I knew that it was going to be a lot more dangerous than we would want to deal with. “We're going to need to keep fighting. Neither one of you is going to stop.” I heard Delilah called from a distance as she spoke to the younger girls, the girls that she had been training. Lysandra is fighting alongside Carter. And Ethan had his hand wrapped around a man’s neck before he snapped it, making man fall dead. I tightened my arm around Sienna as I dragged her back through the fog. Her claws flexed at her sides, her breathing uneven, but she didn’t stumble. She was more than just ready for this. She was angry. Hell, she was furious. I saw it in her eyes.