Elena And Caroline Novels & Stories

Elena asked Emma who looked at her with a shocked expression? Elena was confused because she felt sparks for Zane but she loved Aiden with all her heart. She was in turmoil and she doesn't even know how to get out of it. "Do you know you are doomed?" Emma asked Elena who chuckled. "I was doomed since I was born into this Crescent pack where women are destined to be slaves of their mates, and I am no different, I thought Aiden would take me away from all this but I was wrong," Elena said, wiping her last tear.

This night, she looks so over-happy and less bothered about the people whom she will meet "Thank you, Jolly" She looks at her "Let's go, we don't have time" I hurry to the door "Make sure e everything is in good shape" I say to the bodyguards and maidservants standing in front of the door, We emerge inside the Benz car waiting for us in front of the building off to the street Elena looks so calm and quite a bit unhappy inside the car, I try to bring up some conversations between us yet she removes her face not to have a word with me

Elena Ariana leaned closer to Landon with a soft, practiced smile. “We don’t want to overshadow Christian and Elena’s wedding,” she said gently, though her eyes flicked toward me with unmistakable challenge. “So we thought tonight would be the perfect moment to share the news, but we will get married soon.”

I glare at her. And then Vincenzo strolls in, coffee mug in hand, tattoos on full display beneath a fitted white tee. His sleepy expression turns sharp and his dark eyes sweep over Valentina and Gianna, sharp and cold. “Who are they??” He asks gruffly, stepping instinctively closer to me. Valentina practically drools. “We're Elena's besties. And you're a Greek god come to life.” Vincenzo raises a brow, and I think I hear a deep growl in his throat.

"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."

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

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.

The way he had made it seem like he had already won. But this wasn't his victory. It was just the beginning. By morning, the world already knew. Elena sat at the long mahogany dining table of her family's townhouse, the headlines flashing across the screen of her phone. "Billionaire Adrian Blackwood Engaged to Elena Carter - A Love Story or Business Deal?" "From Ruin to Romance: Elena Carter Set to Marry the Man Who Destroyed Her Family. "The Devil Finally Takes a Wife." Her jaw tightened as she scrolled through the endless speculation.