Elena And Caroline Novels & Stories

New York, 9 p.m. Elena was at a cafe for dinner and waiting for Sheryl who had promised to meet her there. The woman was relieved that she had apologized to Sarah and their relationship was much better now. .however, the relief was incomplete when she looked at her cell phone. “He didn't reply or call me,” Elena muttered, looking at the messaging app. Drett... Drett... Elena saw an incoming call from Carlos, then answered it. "Hello?"

Now, they were the top students and everyone knew it. Elaine gave her dueling partner, Leana, the smallest hint of a smirk. The ginger seemed to lose her footing. Leana was always easily swayed by her emotions, something Elaine didn’t struggle with. The ginger’s feelings made her likable to her fellow students, but weak in a duel. With a swift movement of her sword, Elaine sent Leana’s weapon clanging to the ground a foot away, then held the blade to the pale girl’s neck.

"Elgar... your path to Carista won't be that easy. I am Vanezoir's first daughter, and you are destined for me. Carista is my sister, and she will marry someone more deserving of her." ***

She didn't need to look for long to recognize the feminine figure, so well-dressed that it seemed to have been crafted by stylists. The person who entered was none other than the blonde who was accompanying Aaron at the casino, at the last cocktail party Elena attended. His companion. She entered that space with slow steps and a rehearsed smile. "What a coincidence to see you here," the blonde commented. "Elena RoseFord, right?" Elena nodded, not wanting to prolong the conversation. "I'm Sabrina Carper. You must have heard of me." "Maybe," Elena smiled without showing her teeth. That was Sabrina Carper, one of the most famous models on the continent. Beautiful, tall, and slim.

“Really? Wow, that’s amazing.” Scarlett leaned against the counter, watching her carefully. “Do you come to parties like this often?” Elena shook her head. “Not at all. My friend brought me here today. But… maybe I’ll start coming more often.” Scarlett smiled softly. “That’s good to hear.” Elena hesitated, then reached out her hand. “I’m Elena,” she said again. “Nice to meet you.” Scarlett looked at her hand for a moment, then finally took it. “Scarlett,” she said.

"Madam some people are here to see you." " Who are they?" " Well Celine Hall and Fiona Roberts." Roberts? Flynn's sister? Celine? His best friend? "Let them in." "You both may have your seats." I pointed to a couch nearby. "Come on, don't be so professional with us.." Fiona snapped as they both sat down. I sat opposite them as Emma came in and dropped three coffees on the table. "Hmph. We meet again.. Elisa.." Celine spoke up as she picked a coffee from that table and slowly sipped.

They swiftly exited the cafe and made their way to Andrea's car. ********* Elena stood with her arms folded, gazing out of the penthouse Carlos had brought her to just a few minutes ago. Her eyes focused on the bustling road as her thoughts wandered. She attempted to calm her nerves, releasing a sigh, but the pressure remained. “Elena,” Carlos called as she turned to look at him. He was staring at her with this deep care that almost made her heart reach out to him. But he wasn’t Luca. And he can never be.

My head snapped toward the mansion’s doorway, and there she was…Elena. She looked broken. Her lip was split, a trail of blood sliding down her chin. One of her eyes was swollen, the skin around it bruising purple and red. She looked fragile but still furious, struggling against the grip of another woman…Carina. Carina. Isabella’s damn sister. My blood ran cold, then hot. I knew Carina was unpredictable, but this? To touch Elena? To drag her into this madness? “Dante!” Elena’s voice cracked as she screamed at me, tears mixing with her anger. “Stop this! She’s insane…she wants to kill me!”

Four days later, Elena was in London. The morning after her arrival, she was met at her hotel by an elegant brunette in her thirties. A senior coordinator in Andrea Santino’s employ, it had been Josephine Carper who liaised with Elena on the phone and orchestrated all the arrangements to be made on her behalf.

Her eyes were darting between Luca and Caroline like she was calculating the odds. The two men behind us didn’t move either — they were waiting for Caroline’s signal. “I see you’ve upgraded your guard dog,” Caroline said, tilting her chin toward Eliza. “She’s loyal, I’ll give her that. But loyalty…” Her gaze slid back to me, “…is fragile.” I swallowed hard, my pulse drumming in my ears. “Step away from my wife,” Luca repeated, his voice razor-sharp now. “Wife.” Caroline spat the word like it was poisoned. “You think that title protects her? No, Luca. You can’t protect her. Not from me. Not from what’s coming.”