Elena And Caroline Novels & Stories

Marcus came back through the parlor doors with the phone still in his hand. "The Queen," he said, "has agreed." The room went quiet. "What?" Vivienne said. "The Queen has agreed," Marcus said again. "Prince Adrian has been informed that his bride is now Elena." This was new.

Charlotte on the other hand just looked like she was enjoying the drama. "Now," Lexi continued, "Whatever is going on between Chandler and Elena must be fixed before we get to our destination and this is how it's going work. We have three cars available for this journey. Elijah and I will be riding together, Emily and Daniel will be together, while Chandler and Elena will be riding in Chandler's car. Beth can join Emily and Daniel and Charlotte will ride with Elijah and I,"

When it finally ended, she rose immediately, gathering her papers like they were shields, and stumbled out without waiting for any confrontation. But I had to see her, so I came up with a reason to. Standing by the door, I took a deep breath and knocked. “Come in,” her voice called from outside. She looked dashing in that navy-blue dress that hugged her skin, and her ponytail sat gracefully on her head. Not for one minute did she look swayed by my presence. “Elara,” She turn She loved to push just to see how far she could go before I broke, and it infuriated and excited me. She knew what she wanted and knew how to get it, unlike Elara, who could almost pass for a remote-controlled robot.

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.

“ You need to stop working so many hours for your attractive supervisor. You should enjoy yourself tonight.” Elena laughed, but her stomach flipped. Six months. Six long months of sitting across from him and taking his sharp orders from his deep commanding voice. Her body reacted against her will because he ordered her to perform tasks. She hated it. She hated him. Or at least she tried to. “I’m not thinking about him!” she lied while spinning faster. “I’m free tonight!” The music volume increased. Elena closed her eyes and let her body move. Her body moved in three different ways as her skin shone with sweat. She felt sexy. She felt alive. The beats from the music made her remember Damon.

She finally sighed and picked up the call, after it rang for several minutes. "Hello, Maya." "You're really doing this? Like, right now?" Maya blurted as soon as she heard her voice. Elena stared at her reflection in the mirror. She looked pale, sharp cheekbones, dark hair pulled into a sleek knot, lips painted deep crimson to hide how dry her mouth felt. "I have to." She replied after a while of silence. "This isn't some dive bar sting operation, El. These people are ghosts. Billionaires who make people disappear for fun. If they figure out you're a journalist...

“And if you don’t, assume they’re here for a reason….so tell security to keep their eyes peeled for unusual things.” Miles nodded and left. The name stayed on the screen. Carter. It sat there like a dare…..Was this person somehow related to Elena? **** I found Elena in the west wing, the room with the tall mirrors and the sound system Cate insisted was “non-negotiable.” The music was playing low, something classical twisted with a modern beat. She was counting under her breath, moving in careful half-steps. “One, two….shit.” She kicked the air and stopped, hands on her knees.

Rowan didn’t touch the phone. “You see,” Mila went on, her voice calm again, “I know Elera. She disappears when she’s hurt, not when she’s happy. And if she were on some dreamy billionaire honeymoon, she would’ve broken just long enough to tell me to stop panicking.” She tilted her head. “So. Either she’s being isolated… or she’s being controlled.” Silence stretched between them. Rowan finally spoke. “You should be careful with accusations.” “Oh, I am.” Mila smiled sweetly. “That’s why I haven’t called the Tribune. Or the Herald. Or Serena Vance’s favorite society blogger.”

Elena said, taking a sip of her drink. "Of course, Elena," Scarlett replied, smiling warmly. "I wouldn't miss this for the world. You deserve all the success that's coming your way." As Elena and Scarlett sat in the cozy restaurant, sipping their drinks, Scarlett leaned in with a mischievous smile on her face. "Elena, I can't believe it. You're the owner of Cara Tech now! "I still can't believe it myself," Elena said, beaming with joy. "This is my dream come true. I've always wanted to own my own tech company, and now I finally have it."