Elena Coats Novels & Stories

Nothing was off in the room but the window being open, below the window the bushes were a mess, a line where someone had walked through the field lead to the Forrest behind the pack house. ** I need a search of the entire Forrest behind the pack house NOOOWWW! ** I ordered my men through the link. ** What are we looking for Alpha? ** one of the warriors responded. ** My mate. Elena Cole. She’s 5’5, fair skinned, with bright red hair. She’s wearing a white tee shirt and some black joggers. Kill anyone whose with her. ** I ran down the stairs, the pain in my chest intensifying. When I reached outside again Chelsea was still standing their waiting. I picked her up by her throat and screamed inc

Chapter 25 Elena stands in front of the mirror but she is unable to see herself, the person she was seeing in that mirror was an entirely different person. Well, she was dressed up like Leo today. The young lady had put on black all through, starting from the satin body hugging top to the distressed Jean pants, and a satin black open robe on top of it all. Now, she looked more like a gangster, maybe Leo was finally getting to her. She thought of changing the attire but it had taken her hours to get ready, if she chose new clothes, then she would have to go back and redo her makeup. She had sat down for one long hour, painting her face; how could all of that be a waste?

Revenge “My name is Elena Matthews,” the woman whispered, her voice trembling as she stared into Claud’s compelling blue eyes. Her fear was palpable, but under the influence of his power, she couldn’t resist the urge to speak. “I released the demon to help me kill the men who molested me and killed my family.”

"They are couples?" "Yes." Lino nodded. "Oh, and we have the queen of the event, Just look at her." He jammed my shoulder and we both turned to the entrance. My eyes fell on the least-expected woman, Elena. She was walking in, clad in a red gown that everyone was able to notice. Seeing her jotted some old memory of her back in an event I once attended with Rodion. I remembered the call she made while I was in the washroom, she made me believe that Matteo was working with Salva, and she pushed me to believe that the pills Salva gave me were a way to my freedom.

he turned to Louis, "tell me what you know about this Elena Kovacs. Who she is, what she wants, and most importantly, where she might have taken Lily." Louis sagged into a worn armchair, suddenly old and tired. "Elena. .. she's not like any person any of you have ever dealt with, James. She's brilliant, ruthless, and connected everywhere: government, business, organized crime. She's been building that network for decades." "And what's her endgame?" James pressed. Louis spoke simply. "Power. Pure, unadulterated power. Money, to her, is a means to an end. She wants to be the puppet master, pulling strings across the globe."

Her hair was loosely curled, eyes lined in kohl, and lips painted the color of crushed berries. Elena opened the car door and slid into the passenger seat like she was walking into a throne room, elegant, confident, quiet fire in her every move. “Evening, Mr. Johnson,” she said sweetly, sliding into the passenger seat. He leaned in with a smirk. “You seem to be a trouble tonight. I can feel it already.” She raised a brow, pretending innocence. “Me?” Ryan shut the door and got in beside her, starting the car. But before he could shift into gear, Elena unclasped the belt of her overcoat, slowly, deliberately. The fabric fell open, and she threw it to the back side.

"I shall get you a coat." I waited for a moment, watching as Elena disappeared out the door and return with a coat draped over her arm. "Here's your coat, Luna," she said, holding it out for me. I took the coat from her, feeling the soft material against my skin. "Thanks," I said, slipping it on. The coat fit perfectly, and I felt a sense of readiness wash over me. "Okay, let's get going, Luna" Elena said, nodding towards the door. I spared one last sad glance at Katrina and shook my head. Then, we made our way through the corridors until we reached the outdoors.

The longer they were blind to her true identity, the easier it would be to dismantle their lives piece by piece. Elara turned away from the balcony and re-entered the ballroom, her movements graceful and controlled. The gown she wore—emerald green silk that flowed like water around her—caught the light as she moved, drawing the eyes of those around her. She could feel their gazes on her, the curiosity and speculation that had followed her since she first arrived in the city. Elena Grey had quickly become the subject of whispers, a mysterious figure who had appeared seemingly out of nowhere, capturing the attention of society with her beauty and poise.

However, behind a massive pillar just ten metres from where Jennifer sat, a pair of sharp eyes watched her intently. A woman stood there, concealed within the shadows of the dimly lit corridor. She appeared to be around Julian’s age, dressed in an elegant yet mysterious long black cloak. Her face was beautiful, adorned with sharp make-up, but her eyes radiated pure, concentrated hatred. That woman was Elena, the figure who had once been the catalyst for the destruction of Julian and Jennifer's relationship. All this time, Jennifer had assumed Elena had vanished or been defeated, but in reality, Elena stood there, watching Jennifer with clenched fists, fuelled by a thirst for vengeance. To he

“Breathe.” Elena sent her Mate a hopeful smile, and the astonishment on his face melted back into ease. Elena wore a light gold dress, light enough to melt into her alabaster skin. Her long white hair was down, with two braids wrapping around her crown. A diadem wrapped around her forehead with a single Moonstone in the center. Instead of flowers, she carried her daughter in her arms.