Elara Quinn Novels & Stories

His team is trained to kill with precision, and failure is not tolerated. Unit 2 - The infiltration team, Elara wore a red and black sexy low back dress with low neckline. Her red lips smirked a she smoke her cigarettes while tapping his stiletto high heels. Her long black hair flow freely at her back. Elara is ruthless and manipulative. Her sharp gray gaze seems to determine what is lies and what isn't. She is the epitome of betrayal and lust, using people like pawns to get what she wants.

Maris had helped her with this, providing her with the necessary documents, the training, the connections she would need to reinvent herself. Elara became Elena Grey, a wealthy heiress from a distant branch of an old, aristocratic family. It was a carefully crafted persona, one that would allow her to blend in seamlessly with the elite of society, while also giving her the freedom to move unnoticed in the shadows. With her new identity in place, Elara began to make her way into the world of the wealthy and powerful. She attended parties, galas, charity events—anywhere she knew Cassia and Adrian would be. She was careful, always staying in the background, observing, gathering information, wai

Leah Sullivan had never wanted to slap someone so bad! She sat in one of the two black leather armchairs across from her father’s large mahogany desk, and stared at her father, King Marcus. The only outward sign that she was anything other than the calm, unaffected facade she presented was a slightly raised eyebrow.

when Elara didn’t answer her, Mimi walked up to the young lady and stood close to her, “You. Are. A. Very. Talented. Baker. Elara Smith. You can’t let anyone take advantage of you like that. You can’t let a single accident take that spark out of you, child,” When Elara looked up, her eyes were welled up with tears, “They have destroyed me!”

Rachel pulled the curtains, a soft 'oh!!' escaping her lips. "Awwn!, isn't he an absolute cutie!!" - Bennett/Marceline squealed happily, her hands held firmly together as she desperately resisted pinching Dean's pale, soft cheeks. "It's too bad that he's in this state, courtesy of that Irina bitch!!" - Rachel gritted her teeth, her hands balling into tight fists. "Selene, are you truly not going to pursue this?!. That wretched witch can't possibly get away with what she's done, she literally tried to kill you!!"

There was no way she would allow this woman to act like a bully towards her. "Oh, I am sorry; I did not see you there." Olivia-Maire said Elara knew that was a lie but how could she call her out? She had six girls behind her and Elara knew that getting into a fight with them was not going to end well with them. "Wait, I know you," one of them said, pointing to Elara. She took out her phone and began tapping on it with so much speed. She bent her head as if she were admiring a piece of work, her eyes going from Elara to her phone. "Of course, I knew it. You are a Quinn," she said and all the girls took a double take at her.

His duty was to produce an heir, a savior for their clan. Drena nudged him discreetly, and Thane nodded, his eyes focusing on the first candidate. A statuesque blonde Lupa stepped forward, her eyes flashing with confidence. "Greetings, Alpha Thane," she said, her voice smooth and melodious, "I am Elara, daughter of Lord Arin and Lady Lirien. I present myself before you, willing to stand by your side and bear your heirs." Elara's mother, Lady Lirien, beamed with pride as her daughter curtsied beside the Alpha. Thane's gaze lingered on Elara, his expression thoughtful. Drena whispered something in his ear, and he nodded, his eyes moving on to the next candidate.

She began. "My name is Elara Sterling. Until three years ago I was known as a human businesswoman, an heiress, and then a divorced woman starting over with nothing. Those things are all still true." She paused. "I am also a werewolf. Specifically, I am the Alpha Queen of the supernatural community in North America. Those things are also true. I'm not going to ask you to choose which version of me to believe. They're the same person." The room was very quiet. The kind of quiet that meant everyone in it was paying full attention.

Inside, the air felt colder, heavier — charged with the kind of promise that only a woman in love and fury could make. Elara picked up her phone and scrolled through her contacts until she reached a familiar name. Her thumb hovered, then pressed call. “Hello, darling,” came the smooth voice on the other end. “Elena,” Elara said sweetly. “I need a favor. A background check on someone… discreetly.” There was a pause. “Someone related to Mr. Colden, I assume?” Elara’s smile was pure venom. “His fiancée.” “Ah,” the woman said, amused. “So the rumors were true.”

“Selena.” The woman slowly walked down the stairs. Each step graceful. Confident. She stopped in front of Elara and examined her openly. “Hmm.” Elara shifted slightly under the intense stare. “And you are?” Elara asked politely. The woman smiled. But it wasn’t a friendly smile. “I’m Selena Blackwood.” Elara’s stomach dropped. Adrian’s sister. Selena tilted her head slightly. “You’re prettier than I expected.” “Thank you,” Elara said carefully.