Elena Gilbert Novels & Stories

I press my fists against my thighs to stop myself from blowing the whole thing. Herbert tries again, voice wobbling. “I just- wanted to make sure Bainbridge doesn’t-doesn’t think I’m the weak link.” Elena’s smile sharpens. “You are the weak link, Herbert. Always have been. But you’re useful. You owe me more than debts. You owe me loyalty. Remember that.” My pulse spikes. That’s it. That’s the crack. She just hung herself. “Now,” I hiss. Gillespie

Or maybe… not? Elena sat down, inhaling deeply. She had to think. The USB was still hidden in her jacket. Victor didn’t know — not yet. But how long before they searched her? After a few hours, the door opened again. This time, a woman entered. Elegant, commanding, with eyes as cold as ice. She carried a file under her arm. — “Elena Carter. Or… Mirror, as you like to be called. I’m Celia. Your interrogator.”

Because if Leonard still had feelings for Elara after knowing that… then maybe it was time for her to remind him just how much he stood to lose if he didn’t start behaving like her husband. Her lips curved into a faint, dangerous smile as she glanced once more at the glowing stage, where Elara sat beside two powerful men, Julian and Sebastian. You can have them all look at you now, Lila thought darkly, but soon, I’ll make sure you have no one left to look back. Diana stared at the little red dot of the notification until it blurred. Missed: Julian Cross, Gala, 20:12. Her thumb hovered over the screen, then tapped it open again as if the pill might look different the second time.

As soon as he stepped into the penthouse, Ary opened the email fully and began reading: Elena Ava Nolan, born December 25, 1997 to Jon Patrick and Gina Marie Nolan, both of Essex, Massachusetts. Mother, deceased. Personal Details: - Age: 23 - Nationality: American - Marital Status: Married (Bradley “Brad” Hawkins) Residence and Employment: - Last confirmed residence: Shared condo with Bradley Hawkins in Lawrence, MA. - Last known employment: Junior Chef at Scavos Eatery, Essex, MA, from where she resigned, citing “personal reasons”

he whispered, a ghost of a smile touching his lips. ​"Don't talk," she breathed, her tears blurring the vision of his bruised face. "Just stay with me, Lucas. Please." ​"Mrs. Vance?" ​Elena looked up to see a woman in a dark suit standing over her. It was Detective Sarah Miller, a woman known for her tenacity and her refusal to be intimidated by men like Julian. She looked at the scene the blood, the cameras, the shattered glass with a grim, professional curiosity.

To Elena, the woman who polished the silver and ironed the Egyptian cotton, it was a stage. For months, Elena had moved through the rooms like a ghost. She was the invisible observer, a piece of living furniture that kept their lives frictionless. Evelyn was a woman of ice, a CEO who looked through Elena as if she were made of air. Elias, however, was different. He was a man of high-octane appetites, restless and simmering with a tactile energy that his wife's frigidity never quite met.

“What woman?” Gabriel frowned. “I don’t know her name.” “Can you describe her?” He nodded. “She had white hair.” I looked at Elena. She had gone completely still. “White hair?” she whispered. Gabriel nodded. “And she had a scar here.” He touched the side of his neck. Elena’s face drained of color. “Helena.” Adrian looked at her. “You’re sure?” “Yes.” I stepped closer. “You’ve seen her?” Elena nodded slowly.

David didn’t speak the entire ride. The silence felt deliberate like even words could make things worse. Elena stared out the window dressed in her black dress, the gold jewelry from her mom and her hands gripping the small gold purse so hard her knuckles were white. The news was still playing on the car screen. GEORGE HERBERT’S FIANCEE ELENA THOMAS CAUGHT IN SECRET MEETING WITH RIVAL CEO. David finally glanced at her through the rearview mirror, his eyes lingering for a second longer.

“Miss Langley, what are your intentions for appearing at a press conference held by the Garners?” “Is it true that you’ve fallen out with the CEO of Langley Corporation, Nathan Langley? Is there really internal conflict among the Langleys?” Everyone waited for Elena’s answer. She flipped her hair sexily and saw Sebastian through the crowd. He was watching her quietly with a look of affirmation in his eyes. She smiled. “I’ll answer every question you have for me.” Elena was graceful yet sexy. She said, “I’m now independent from the Langleys. The Garners and I have a strategic alliance that involves classified information and commercial disputes. I hope you’ll forgive me for not being able to

He believed that by challenging like this again, she was only proving his words how simple-minded she was. Elena stepped forward and briefly greeted Gabe with a nod. It was just her acknowledging her opponent. Nothing less. Nothing more. She had no idea who he was. This was her first time seeing him. She didn’t know why he was in the house, either. Elena quietly went over to the piano and started playing without any hassle. She picked a simple song and executed it to near perfection. It was soothing and lovable. Lilian clapped. “That was damn good.” She looked at Gabe. “Can you play the same song?”