Novel & Cerita Elena Damon Stefan

It carried the scent of sea salt and fresh orchids, Damien’s favorite flower, the one she’d never liked until she saw them wrapped in his arms when he surprised her in Milan. She wore a simple silk robe, her hair tousled from sleep. It had been weeks since the escape. Weeks since her father had been arrested and their names splashed across global headlines. But here in Bali, no one cared about empires or betrayal. Here, she wasn’t William Constantine’s daughter. She was just Elena. And she was about to become Damien Black’s wife. “I still can’t believe this is real,” Damien murmured as he emerged from the outdoor shower, towel slung low on his hips, water glistening on his chiseled chest.

“Define Elena Vale’s market value in one sentence.” No one in the room under the nursery breathes. Even the child inside me goes still. Damian looks at the slate, at the tanks, at the coffee he has not drunk. Then he looks straight toward the corner camera. Not because he knows I am watching. Because he knows I might be. “Irreplaceable,” he says, “unless you can make her choose you.” The proxy does not move. Neither do I. The sentence slides under my ribs and sits there, hot and unwelcome.

The comments were vicious. Eve Sterling playing the perfect mom while sneaking around? Gold digger finally showing her true colors. Poor Damon. First Sophia, now this. I sank onto the nursery chair, staring at the screen. After everything... the forgiveness, Lily’s first smile, me shutting Alex down... Sophia had twisted it all into something ugly. And now the project? My independent thing? It was getting dragged through the mud with me. Damon burst through the door ten minutes later, still in his suit from the office. His face was thunder. “I saw it, it’s her. She’s working with that trash tabloid now, my team traced the payments.”

-Damon, it's not that I need more time. -But then what is it? -Damon, I'm not one of those models you used to hang around with. -What do you mean? he asks seriously. -I mean, I don't look like them. I don't have a flat stomach, I'm neither tall nor... -Elenor, you're not like them. You're much better than them. I desire you like I've never desired anyone! I've been yearning for you and that sexy body of yours since I saw you leave me that night. Do you know how many cold showers I've had because of you? You don't know! Do you know how many bullets I wanted to put into every man at that charity ball?"

Her bare back was towards him, showing off her jutting back blades. She was perfect in many ways; tall, slender, yet at the same time had the curves of a woman, from her peachy ass to her bouncing breasts. But that didn’t change the fact that she was still a zeta wolf who had committed terrible crimes. Damon looked away, frowning. He returned to his bedroom, shutting the door behind him. Mind linking Domenico, the head warrior and Shanaya, the head omega.

Xander and Daniel said at the same time as they both laughed. "Shut up! Both of you." ♠️♠️♠️♠️ 🖤Ellie🖤 "Oh my God Ellie! You're the most beautiful woman in the world right now. I'm sure Flynn would be smitten by you." Celine commented as soon as the make-up artists were done with my make-up and my hair.

Elena took her seat without saying a word. For several minutes, only the sounds of cutlery filled the room. Then Damian suddenly spoke. "How are you settling in?" Elena nearly dropped her fork. The question was unexpected. "I'm fine." "Fine?" She looked up. "Yes." Damian studied her face. "You don't look fine." A strange silence followed. Elena looked away. "Not everything shows on a person's face." His eyes darkened slightly. "Maybe." Before she could respond, Damian's phone rang.

"Not for long." He pulled away, his gunmetal grey eyes filled with curiosity as he stared at Lena. I could also see the admiration in his eyes. Surely, he recognised her powers. He was really good at that. "You must be Lena Hales." She closed her eyes. "Of course, I am. Damon must have given you juicy details about me." "Actually, he didn't. I only know he's in love with you." I glared at Stefan who winked at me. Lena didn't seem concerned by what he had just said. She just nodded.

the staff chorused in unison, several of them actually bowing. Damien gave a curt, dismissive wave of his hand, his stride unbreakable. But then, his eyes locked onto Elena. For a split second, the titan faltered. He looked at her—really looked at her. He took in the way her hair caught the light, the curve of her waist in her professional attire, and the intelligent, steady spark in her eyes. How did she grow up to look this beautiful? The thought flashed through his mind, unbidden and dangerous.

Elara asked, maintaining a poker face as she looked at her stepsister. "Can I have a moment with my stepsister?" Fiona asked Damian. Due to Damian's towering height, Fiona couldn't help but glance upward. She couldn't deny that Damian was more handsome than Elijah or Francis, which annoyed her even more. Why did everything that went to Elara seem desirable? "Sure, Damian. You can head to Alpha Diego's office first," Elara said, smiling at Damian. "You sure?" Damian asked, and Elara nodded in response. Damian walked away, and Elara caught Fiona's gaze trailing after her Alpha. Knowing her stepsister well, Elara noticed the same intense look Fiona once had for Elijah, back when he was Elara's