Elena Avalor Sister Novels & Stories

"She tried. You didn’t care enough to hear it." Ava didn’t stop. "You want to know the funniest part? She didn’t even need your life. She was Elena Valenti. She had guards, cars, money, a father who could buy your airline if he got bored. But she gave all of it up to stand behind you." Julian gripped the phone until his knuckles went white. "I didn’t know." "Because you never asked." Ava’s voice dropped. "You loved having a woman who waited, cooked, packed, forgave, and never made you feel small. You didn’t love her. You loved the service."

she began, sighing deeply, "It started out great, but along the line, I don’t know what happened and everything I worked for crashed to the ground. It was Emily's idea that I move to Vacaville and start over. I'm happy and eager to start all over again, but I'm scared. What if I fail again? What happens then? Do I move again…. Start over again… Or do I just give up. It's times like these when I wonder how my sister does it. She seems to have everything figured out, you know…Her entire life is just perfect but I on the other hand… I seem to keep doing something wrong," Elena stopped talking and faced him again. The entire time she'd been talking she was staring at his shoulder and when her ey

His chin lifts almost imperceptibly as he faces Elena. "A new member?" "Yes," Valentina replies. "Who is your sponsor?" Again, that damning question. Trying her best to sound confident, Elena starts going through all the names of the most influential billionaires of the past few months; who topped the list of the richest and most popular. "Stuart Álvarez," she says, softly and avoiding eye contact. Her hands were cold from sweat. "Álvarez?" the black-haired man asks. "Unbelievable." "Must be the third one this month," the brown-haired one comments.

Arius finally said but his words were not enough to pacify me, I was still seriously tempted to bury my own table knife in her eyes. “And you Gwenn, you should know better than try to rise up to the bait, you know that it …” “If you continue talking, I will give you a matching black eye.” I threatened and Arius sighed but he kept his mouth shut. “Where is Silana?” Another sister asks. “Who knows where that girl is, she does things in her head and according to her own timetable. She is so odd.” Vastae answered, I know of this one name because she was the second most awful sister after Vala.

She said it curtly, making a cyclical walk around me. "Talk, bitch! No one would save you this time. It is just you and me. I will tear you into shreds, and you do nothing about it. You may be the fake Luna, and I am very sure Avalor must have been blinded and under your spell to think of presenting you to his council as his Luna. Now tell me who goes to bed with him. Who does he sleep with all night? Who fucks him real bad at night? Me! Me! Me! Bitch!" she screamed into my face. "Avalor is the sweetest guy I have ever fucked. Awwwsh! His sexy chest and broad shoulders are second to none. I just love the way he handles me in bed. I love the way he touches me!"

And beside her… a woman Valeria hadn’t seen in almost twenty years. Her mother’s twin sister. Long thought dead. “Elara,” Valeria breathed. “But she, she died in that fire.” Elena shook her head. “Apparently not. And she’s been watching you for months. Always just out of reach.” Valeria’s world tilted. “Elara was banished from the family legacy,” she whispered. “My mother told me… she wanted power. She would’ve sold our bloodline to the highest bidder.” “And now,” Damien added darkly, “she wants it back. Through Stephanie.”

Elara took a deep breath, steadying herself as she looked at Ava. Her voice was calm, but her words cut with precision. "Ava, I told you to do this internship, but of all the trainers available, you chose me. You know I’ve hidden my identity, and you understand how important that is to me. Next time, if you dare to call me 'sister' even once, I won’t hold back. You know my temper, Ava. Don’t mess with me."

Ava questioned, “I didn’t kill her.” “I didn’t say you killed her, I just wanted to know why you are here,” I turned to face her with a straight face. “About what Elena said before she died,” Ava said. I didn’t even know what Elena had said, “I don’t care what she said,” I lied. “I asked Diana and she seems to know a whole lot,” now I was curious, “Daughter of Odessa.” “And?” I furrowed my eyebrows. “We are enemies, but I will do you just one favor as your blood sister,” Ava said, looking me in the eyes.

"What would you need from us? Quarterly reports? Board meetings?" "Standard oversight, nothing unusual." Elena paused. "Though there is one specific request I have." Here it comes, Ava thought. "I have a sister," Elena continued. "Natasha. She's in a difficult situation. Abusive marriage to a very powerful man. She needs to get out, but it's... complicated. Dangerous." "We specialize in helping women leave dangerous situations—"

She thought about Maya in that hospital bed, laughing through the nausea, joking with the nurses, being so goddamn brave that Selene wanted to scream. She thought about Avalon’s face, about the armour in his eyes. And she thought about the baby she’d named Elena, after his grandmother, even though he’d never known she existed. Tomorrow, she’d sell her soul to save her sister. Tonight, she’d let her tears drop until they can't anymore