Elena Coats Sad Song Novels & Stories

The humiliation was unbearable…if the neighbours gathered, it would be a disaster. “I’ll handle him,” Elena muttered, grabbing Sienna’s wrist to stop her from going outside. “Stay behind.” The moment she opened the door, the music swelled louder, spilling through the quiet street like a festival. “Eleeenaa! Mi bebé… dame otra oportunidadaa!” (Elena, my baby… give me one more chance!) Ray’s voice joined the band’s chorus, cracking with emotion as he stretched his arms wide. Flowers dangled from one hand, his smile bright and foolish, as if expecting her to fall into his embrace.

(Elena's POV) I wake up screaming. The sound rips from my throat, desperate and raw. It carries the echoes of Lydia's suffering, Jonathan's betrayal, and the moment love crumbled under impossible doubt. My body shakes as intense feelings surge through me. Grief, anger, and heartbreak—not mine, but it feels like they are tearing me apart from within. "Elena!" Hands grip my shoulders, steadying me as I fight against the overwhelming flood of memories. Kael's distant, worried voice cuts through my chaotic thoughts. "Elena, come back. You're safe."

She sang the lyrics; she felt that they fit her mood this morning. When the refrain hit, she opened hers eyes to see what Damien was doing. He was even more enthralled; the rich sound filled the room, soaking into every fiber of his being. She flowed towards him, reaching out to him. He was frozen to the spot, completely enraptured with the music and her swaying naked body. She ran her hands over his face and kissed him on the end of his nose. She laughed, knowing the effect she had on him; she flowed back to her sweet spot and continued to sing the lyrics to the song. When the final notes faded, Elena turned the volume down and turned to look at him again.

LUCIANO BLACK I turned and strengthen my long legs under the long table, I muted everything around me focusing on nothing but solitude, nothing seems to impress me these days, not even the Alpha explaining his all-perfect plan to hunt down the special rouge I seek for. These days I am always bored and angry at everything the moon goddess, the world, and myself, throughout my 1,360 years on earth you do think I have everything I wanted, yes I am blessed with immeasurable wealth, power, strength, and immortality but all that is a curse in disguise, for the one thing I ever wanted and long for is someone to care for me, someone to love me, someone who understands me better than anyone, a soul-m

He pulled out a pocketknife, pressed his fingertips firmly against the stone, and began trying to carve into the smooth surface while murmuring, "Rach, I'm so sorry. I know you hate it when strangers touch you, so I'm going to carve your tombstone myself." But no matter how hard he pressed, the blade wouldn't leave a single scratch on the stone because I was standing firmly in front of it, blocking him. Noticing his failure, I let out a sigh of relief. I could see exactly what he wanted to carve. "My Beloved Wife, Rachel Marsh." But I refused to have my name tied to his ever again. Charlie tried over and over, but every attempt was utterly futile. Fresh tears flooded his eyes. His voice trem

Pressed them to the wood. She stepped back. Elena stood alone. She looked at the casket. She looked at her children. She looked at the rain. She stepped forward. She placed nothing on the casket. She placed her hand on it instead. She leaned down. She pressed her forehead to the wood. She whispered. “I’m sorry.” The rain swallowed the words. She straightened. She looked at her children.

“You’re not walking out those gates. Not tonight.” Elena stood trembling. She met his gaze with a little frown on her face. “Tomorrow, then?” His brows lifted. Even while trembling, she remained unyielding. Slowly, he took off his coat and draped it over her shoulders. “Get back inside,” he said. “Before I change my mind.” Elena searched his face, trying to read what he wasn’t saying. For some reason, even he didn't understand, she nodded faintly. She turned away.

“You sound so... calm, Helena.” Helena’s voice came through, light and honest. “For once, I feel safe. Like I’m not running from something.” Tessy exhaled a long breath. “You deserve that.” There was a pause, then Tessy added, “I got an email from Leo.” Helena’s giggle crackled through the speaker. “Let me guess—another poem?” “Worse. A song.” “Did he sing it?” “He rapped it, Helena. With autotune

I fell unto my knees, tears flowing freely without a fight. "Elena promised me she would fight this for me so clearly this all your fault! You let her die!" "Sir, we're so sorry. I'll take my leave now." "You let her die..." (Music playing: Say something by A great big world) "You let my poor El die after she promised me." "I'm lost without you, El. Please tell me this is all a prank. Nothing more...Please.." I buried my head on the floor. She's really gone...

I smile as I sing, strumming on the guitar. You’re not broken, baby, just a little bent, Come in to me tonight, Breathe me in, give me you, Let me soothe the sting, let me kiss your scars, Darlin’, let me kiss your scars, Let me hold you tight and kiss your scars. I strummed the last note and my lips twitched to the side. “What do you think?” I asked Elena. “It’s yours.” Her eyes flicked between all four of us, filling with tears. “You wrote me a song?”