Elena And Caroline Novels & Stories

Every time she crossed her legs, he stared at her thighs like he wanted to spread them right there. “Elena, redo this report. It’s sloppy,” he said at 6 p.m. “It’s perfect,” she shot back, glaring. His eyes darkened. “Do it again. And stay late. Everyone else can go home.” By 8 p.m. the office was empty and silent. Elena’s heart pounded as she finished the report. Her phone buzzed. Damon:My private penthouse suite. Top floor. Now. She took the private elevator up, legs shaking. The doors opened straight into his luxurious penthouse office. Floor-to-ceiling windows showed the glittering city lights sparkling like diamonds. Damon stood by the glass, suit jacket off, sleeves rolled up, looking

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...

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.

“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."

WRITER POINT OF VIEW Elena packed at the garage which was almost covered with tall grasses. She walked towards the warehouse where all the boys including Lucio were sitter waiting for her. She scanned all the faces of the boys as if she was shooting daggers at them with her eyes. She noticed many new faces among her boys, she stared at Lucio, snake and Scorpion before looking at the boys. "I don't know most of the guys, I mean their faces are new." She whispered to Lucio

I care only about the truth. “Oh my goodness if I had known that the name on that card is the same as Mr. Brandon Donovan” violet continues. “One of the famous known billionaire CEO of Don’s enterprise. He is one of the rich and powerful car dealers in town…he’s the kind of man that people don’t come across.” I finally glance at her. “You had a one night stand with that man? Elena if Rita finds out I’m sure she’s going to see this as an opportunity to rip your head off” violet says.

I jerked away from it just as the door burst open. “Happy Birthday, Bitch!!” Elena charged in, arms wide, and hugged me tightly. Elena. My other half, my chaos, my partner-in-crime. We’d been inseparable since middle school, bonded partly because we shared the same name—but she was the complete opposite of me. Pretty, petite, a goddess. And yes… she also didn’t have a mate, which felt like a curse sometimes. “Thank you, El,” I whispered, hugging her back.