Elena And Caroline Novels & Stories

"I like that. What about the others?" "You choose. They're your daughters too." "Valentina. For my mother." Elena's mother had died when she was young—cancer, quick and brutal. "Valentina Grace Accardi." "Beautiful." Dante pulled her closer. "And the third?" "Isabella," Elena said, then reconsidered. "No. Not Isabella. Too close to Isabelle. What about Sofia? Sofia Marie?" "Sofia, Lucia, and Valentina." Dante smiled. "Our three princesses."

“He promised it would be temporary. That he would give you your inheritance back once it was safe. That you’d never be touched by the family’s darkness.” “And instead,” Ryan cut in, “you handed her over to wolves.” Her eyes flicked to him. “I didn’t know Evelyn would go that far.” “Didn’t you?” I asked. “You knew what she was. What she was capable of. And you still left me in the dark.” Caroline rose to her feet, voice rising. “You were already sinking, Elena. After your father died, after Jason left you—I watched you unravel. You were angry. Impulsive. Making enemies in every direction.”

Alpha Lota was too distracted watching her daughters perform that she did not notice the two men arguing back and forth in hushed tones. Grey groaned as he sense his member going hard. Luca noticed his discomfort and snickered. “Fuck you,” Grey growled lowly. The song was coming to an end. It was time for the girls to unveil themselves. Right as Karina uncovered her face, Grey felt a strong desire to ram into the small-faced woman’s core and fuck her senseless. She was tan just like her sisters but she had the smallest face among them. Her hair stopped mid-torso and she had the most fierce eyes she had ever seen. To Grey, she looked like a goddess of her own.

LUCA ELENA—Just the sound of her name sent bumps crawling on my skin, it made my stomach turn in a dangerously unsettling manner. I didn’t know what it was, but I couldn’t ignore it. I had been with many women before, some elegant, some bold, some utterly predictable. There was always a pattern, a similarity among them. But Elena? She was in a league of her own—unreadable, definitely unpredictable. And the craziest part? I still couldn’t fathom what it was about her that made me lose my sense of reasoning.

she said. Elena didn’t reply right away. She took off her cloak and passed it to Brian, and then said to the dripping princess in an indifferent tone, “I wouldn’t call myself a winner if it was my mate who poisoned my brothers.” She had just learned from Jack that, not only Alex, Lennie’s youngest brother, Liam, was affected by the snow too. Lennie clenched her fists even tighter. She hated what Elena was suggesting here. She wasn’t Zeno’s mate. She was a dragon. She was herself. She would never be anyone’s mate.

She could hear the cart being pushed and some giggling. They had arrived. She listened to them as they slowly got closer and closer to her room cleaning. She could smell the chemicals. They were close, two or three doors down. She waits and listens. She was trying to learn the routine of the place and what she will have to do to escape after killing their alpha. Elena knew they won't just let her walk out of there after killing him. They were now in front of her door and, as usual, gossiping as any other servant does. But today something they say has her wolf on edge and she listened closely. “Why is it that young master never attends these mating ceremonies?” one asks, and Elena sits up and

I guess not every love story has a happy ending. At 7:15 we got a call from Carlos and he asked if we meet in a restaurant. Mandy and I went together. He was waiting for us already, he hugged Mandy when he saw her. They looked like friends from way back. "Carlos this is my best friend Eulalia and Eulalia this is Carlos the man I told you about" "It's nice to meet you" I extended a hand to him which he accepted "Same here" he brought out a brown envelope and have us

And me—Omega, clearly out of place in my thrifted blazer and knotted stomach. Jaxon came too, dressed sharp and silent beside me like some kind of royal bodyguard. He hadn’t said much on the drive over, but now that we were here, he radiated tension like a loaded spring. A man with graying temples cleared his throat. “Ms. Sloane. Thank you for coming.” “It’s Elara,” I said. “And thank you for summoning me like a rebellious teen.” He blinked. One of the assistants stifled a laugh.