Elena Gilbert Novels & Stories

SIGNED, Elena V. Elena Vasquez. Gabriel's fired General Counsel. Reaching out to the woman who just seized his company. I delete the message. Raise my hand to hail a taxi. It pulls up to the curb. I slide into the back seat. "Where to?" the driver asks. "Hunt Capital. Fifth Avenue." Not as Gabriel Hunt's fiancée. Not as Option Four. As the woman who just became the most powerful person in the room.

"Really, sweetie? He found something already?" "Not just something, Lydia. He found the holy grail," Charlie laughed, a loud, booming sound that echoed off the high ceilings. He leaned in close, his eyes sparkling with a malicious fire. "He found Tyler’s first love. Her name is Elena. And she just told me the most beautiful, f**king devastating secret about Elara. That b*tch isn't a saint, Lydia. She’s a criminal." Lydia widened her eyes, leaning into him, playing her part to perfection. "What do you mean, Charlie? What did she do?"

She finally sighed and picked up the call, after it rang for several minutes. "Hello, Maya." "You're really doing this? Like, right now?" Maya blurted as soon as she heard her voice. Elena stared at her reflection in the mirror. She looked pale, sharp cheekbones, dark hair pulled into a sleek knot, lips painted deep crimson to hide how dry her mouth felt. "I have to." She replied after a while of silence. "This isn't some dive bar sting operation, El. These people are ghosts. Billionaires who make people disappear for fun. If they figure out you're a journalist...

She allowed herself to be led toward a cluster of women lounging near a grand piano, their gowns a rainbow of silks and satins from Paris and Milan. The circle included Susan Langford, a socialite with a trust fund larger than some countries' GDPs; Serena Frost, an influencer whose I*******m boasted millions of followers; and Margot Hale, a gallery owner known for her sharp tongue and sharper elbows. They turned as Elara approached, their smiles plastic and predatory.

Her compliment was sincere, so Miranda could only smile. “This is Mr. Gibson,” she said. Then she turned to Felix. “And this is Ella from Soria. She’s a neurologist.”

“He did?” Elisa nod, “You are a genuine delight. I’m Elisa Gilbert, we kinda went to the same university.” And moving closer to Vary, she whispers, “He has always been a blabbermouth with things and people he liked.” Into her ear, causing Vary to chuckle. I hear her though and my cheeks felt like they are on fire and I glare at her, but she willingly ignores it, “If I didn’t know you in college, I would have asked the owners to fire you for breach of privacy.”

I finally said that I would and now we were on our way to Paris, to meet up with her at her condo. She was my grandfather's sister, Eliza Brinx, she was a fashion icon and the most adnired family member in the Brinx line of work, she was the prettiest woman I've ever seen in all my life, even at the age of fifty, Eliza was a remarkable being, she was a model and also an entrepreneur. She was my favorite person in the entire world. "Why do I allow you to take me out of the US?" Elijah asks, scanning the busy streets once we got out of the car, outside of Eliza's condo building.

Agent Zoe said as she led the way inside. Elena walked into the fancy sitting room and met Mr. Bellos, for the first time in her life. Agent Zoe bowed at Mr. Bellos and left. "Good day Mr. Bellos" Elena said to him as he dropped the glass of liquor he was holding on a mini stool. "And you are?" He asked trying to recall where he met the little girl. He walked up to her, placing his right hand inside his pocket. "Elena Gilbert" she said as he smirked.

" Look finny, I have to do this. I don't know what the hell happened to Ellie but I have to change her before it's too late. I promise I'll bring her back to her house after this okay?" " Too bad. Put on your TV" I quickly did what she said when Xander came into view. " Citizens of America., My wife, Elisa lance has been kidnapped by one Flynn Roberts. Please citizens, I need your help to find my wife. Anyone that can bring me back my wife in one piece or even take down the great and mighty Flynn Roberts will be given a reward of hundred million. Please citizens help me.. my wife and daughter.. please..". He said in faked tears.

Not far from the door of the private room, an assistant whispered to Anthony, "Gilbert really doesn't seem to know that woman. He didn't show any reaction when he saw that woman. So she might not be his ex-wife, but just a bit like her." "Then could you explain his sudden promotion of Ariella as the second female lead, and that woman was Ariella's assistant?" "Coincidence, I guess." Anthony stared thoughtfully at the woman huddled in a ball at the end of the hallway, his sharp eyes filled with curiosity and scheme. Out of the clubhouse, Davian asked Gilbert, "Are you really going to leave Mrs. Kooper here like this?" "She could come here, and she definitely can go back herself." Gilbert pull