Elena And Caroline Novels & Stories

Eleanor stated, looking at the window as she resisted the urge to turn the tap on the sink on and wash off her make up. "If they looked like dancing brows, your boyfriend would have refused to date you after you both met. Don't be ungrateful." Angelina stated. "Well, back to the real problem here. Where the hell is Yara and Cara? They've been fuck-knows-where for almost an hour now." Eleanor stated, turning away from the mirror and leaning on the toilet sink. "We aren't better, El. We just left Lolita alone." "That bitch? She's so full of herself. She carries herself like a royalty and she never smiles at us." Eleanor scoffed.

Cara was the most scared as she was the one behind the line, her body was visibly shaking as she slowly turned around to see who had suddenly appeared behind them. "J-Janeth... is she..." Cara trialed off as she saw the very fair woman with long black hair and a gothic makeup. She felt her nerve ends turning cold and dying away. Janeth willed her heart to calm down as she stared at Elena, she sighed quietly and walked back to meet her. "Yes, Cara. It is her. Greetings, Elena," Janeth spoke with respect. Elena had a small frown on her face as she stared at Janeth.

First life: Elin Faven, famous for being an odious and a willful girl. Her stubbornness to chase after the guy she liked ruined her reputation in the whole city. She become famous and started to be known as the villainous of the city. They said that she was spoiled by her rich father and later gave all her inheritance to the one she loved just to get married to him. “Sh.. Shan, where ar-are y.. cough.. cough” through her chapped lips, she struggled hard to call for her husband.

“He’s right. Starve her of oxygen.” Elena looks at Leo playing. Bites her lip. “Okay,” she whispers. “But if they scare him....” “They won’t,” I say. “I’ll carry him the whole way.” She nods, small smile. I kiss her. Hope flickers. **************************************************************** Elena’s POV The paparazzi camp grows by afternoon. Vans. Tents. Signs. ELENA THE TRAP WHO’S THE REAL DADDY ? I watch from the window, hidden behind curtains .

When we arrived, a car was already there waiting for us, I guess Franco called the car the moment he realised that we were going to come home back to Chicago. The four of us entered the car and the driver zoomed off straight to our home. When we arrived, we got out of the car only for me to see the last person I expected to see. She came out of the hallway up to the entrance of my mansion and said “ Hey baby, you are back” She said in her annoying voice while she tried to hug me. “Hey hun?” Elena said with a raised eyebrow and simply walked into the house without even a glance back.

Cameras everywhere, flashing endlessly, reporters shouting questions she couldn’t answer, Patricia’s sharp voice in her ear: “Stop crying. Smile. Wave. They’re watching. Don’t you dare embarrass this family.” Elena had been young, drowning in grief, and they hadn’t let her mourn properly. Not even for a moment. But tonight was different. Tonight, she wasn’t a grieving teenager being controlled by her stepmother’s iron grip. Tonight, she was Elena Carrington, and she had come here to reclaim everything that had been stolen from her. She opened her eyes.

Elena settled her bill and came down from the taxi, walking into the bridal store she saw Carl sitting on a chair pressing his phone. She walked lightly and tapped him gently on the shoulder. He jerked and raised his head, his eyes wide, he smiled “Elena, finally joined the wedding team huh” Carl said standing up to greet her. “am so sorry Carl, have been busy with work” Elena said hugging Carl. “yeah okay, well it’s good you’re here now, she’s been changing clothes since like forever, unable to make up her mind” Carl said rubbing his temple with his hand.

A second later, the sound of shattering glass rang through the air. Elena jumped to her feet. Matteo shouted, Ambush!” Gunfire erupted. Loud. Thunderous. Too close. Elena’s heart pounded. She raced toward the door, gripping the knife. If they were coming for her, she wouldn’t go down without a fight. She reached the hallway just as Matteo slammed against the wall, blood spraying from his chest. No. No. No. Carlos fired wildly, taking down one attacker before a bullet ripped through his skull.

Elena “Elena! Elena! Where are you? You liar?” Cara screams at the top of her voice, while opening doors with loud bangs looking for Elena. Irritation danced across her face making her face red. Elena yelled from the balcony of her room, looking annoyingly irritated by the constant screaming of her name. “Cara, what is it? Stop screaming my name as if you named me,” she said as she entered her room and met Cara standing and fuming at the same time with her hands intertwined across her chest.

Carl decided to change the topic as he had no positive answer to the question that Strowman had asked. The living room was two, the first was the one that led to the second and it was also the one they had just conversed. "Elena?" She turned around and gasped, seeing Caroline with a young looking man. They hugged each other at once. "What are you doing here? I thought you were supposed to be with Ciro?" Caroline asked staring at Carlos, who was speaking with someone else. "Look, as we speak, I am more of an abducted person at the moment. He wants to piss Ciro and that is why am here" Elena explained.