Elena And Caroline Novels & Stories

Elena Carter, Damion's former fiancée, exuded beauty and confidence, her red gown fitting her shape flawlessly. Murmurs enveloped the space as she approached Carmela, her gaze shimmering with spite. "Look who we have here, if it isn’t the latest bride in town! Mrs. Blackwood, right?” Carmela raised her brow as she looked at the woman, “And you are?” “So, you’re the little girl Damion married,” Elena said, her voice sweet but dripping with venom, ignoring that Carmela had just asked who she was. “I have to admit, I didn’t think he’d go so low.”

My lips pulled out into a sad smile, with my teary eyes, I turned around about to walk off but two hands grab me suddenly, on either side. “Don't go!” What? Did I just hear Luca say this? ******* Marco We stood there, wondering what was going on. Where did Carlos and Eleanor meet? These two seem to have a great connection, from the way Eleanor was looking at him and the way Carlos was defending her, he had never done this for her previous nannies. “Could they really be mother and son?” This was the first question that came to my mind. Eleanor is from Beline Pack while we reside here in Avelon Pack. Carlos was taken from Eleanor's pack.

I didn’t give her the chance to spit them out. "This is not a discussion," I said, voice low and final. "Elena is Moonstone. She is their heir. And she is not your concern." Caroline tensed, but she had enough sense not to push me further. "Dismissed." Caroline made a displeased sound, but she turned to leave. Cassandra lingered. She tilted her head, watching me with something too close to amusement. "You sound like you’re trying to convince yourself," she murmured.

Gabriella asked as she helped Elena up to the seat before pouring her a glass of water. Elena drank the water and smiled, " it's nothing darling. I just fell and hurt my knee. That's why I was crying" she lied. " Come, I'll help you get up" Gabriella said as she helped Elena up. CENTENARY ANNIVERSARY....... Nikita stared at Elena with hatred in her eyes as she watched as Elena arranged everything with ease and elegance. " So this is the woman who thinks she can take everything away from me? I'll never let it happen because today is going to be your last day on this earth " she said before snapping her fingers and a man who was clad in a suit appeared.

ELIANA Carina’s mouth breaks apart, “Oh. My. Fucking. God!” and she’s in my face by the next time I think to blink. She pulls me apart from Luca’s hold, “I cannot fucking believe…” She says, grinning from ear to ear, I’m was starting to get concerned about her face breaking. Then almost as though something struck her mind, she stops abruptly, pulling me to her side. Carina, despite her youthful appearance is a small woman, in size that is; she’s slimmer than I am but taller and bubbly.

Elena could not finish what she was about to say because blood began dripping from her mouth. "...Look!" Carlos spoke out. "What Elena over here was about to say is that she is not working with the Vaewerewolf." Carlos stated, but the members did not believe him. "She just told us that the man standing over there is a Vaewerewolf and that man said that he is her personal maid, so it is very clear that they both have been working with each other for a long time." Travis stated.

Charley didn’t know, but she leant into him anyway for protection as he introduced her as "my wife, Charlotte." She could tell from their expressions that the news about their scandalous marriage had even reached as far as this tiny island in the Caribbean. "Cara, this is Elena and Fabio Romano, friends of mine," he completed the introductions. Elena Romano was young and slender and extremely beautiful, but she wore the kind of curious gleam in her dark eyes that made Charley think of a black-eyed witch with long, sharp nails. Fabio Romano was tall and tanned and middle-aged, with a languid boredom about him that had her wondering if that was where Dami was going to be by the time he reached

Elena corrected as she took the glass from his outstretched hands with unspoken gratitude shining in her eyes. “Tamara?” Marco asked in confusion. “Tamara Carabali. That’s my name. Elena Sanchez Windsor is dead and I’m going to make her demons pay,” Tamara replied as a wide smile spread across her lips.

She crossed back to the bed and set it down on the covers without making him take it from her directly. She looked at him one last time. “I’m Elena,” she said. “Elena Carter. CEO of Carter Group.” A small pause. “In case you ever need anything.” She turned and walked to the door. She had her hand on the handle when his voice came from behind her. “You are worried about something,” he said. Elena stopped. She turned around slowly and looked at him. She opened her mouth. Everything from the previous day came back at once. She felt it coming and for one unguarded moment she almost let it.