Elena Gilbert Quotes Novels & Stories

“Not because of him. Because of other things. People who don’t like how much you have.” Her words drop like stones. For a second, guilt and anger and a ridiculous flare of territorial heat from last night mingle in me and make a messy knot. “Who are you talking about?” She waves a hand, dismissive and careful. “No one in particular. Just—look, live a little. Don’t overthink every man who looks at you like you’re the only dessert on earth.” “Elena,” I say, and she shoots me a warning look. “Don’t encourage her.”

He had received various humiliating messages because his video had circulated for a few minutes before being taken down, and it even reached Eleanor. "Happy? Isn't that what you want? You humiliated me, did you think? I was just worth 20,000 pesos?" the person on the other line said. Knight's jaw tightened even more, his fist clenched. "Fine! How much do you need to fucking get out of my life!" he shouted. "I want... you Mr. Billionaire..." Knight briefly laughed. "Your dreams are too high," he said, looking at Eleanor who was now standing in front of him.

Elena says as she looks at Miles. “ I can do anything for you.” Miles says sincerely.

Even Beatrice couldn’t hold it in. “Oh, poor Gilly,” Beatrice said, wiping tears of laughter from her eyes. “You’ve become someone’s weakness.” Gilly shook her head. “He’s just friendly,” she said quickly. “That’s all.” Elara leaned toward her. “Friendly? He follows you with his eyes like a wolf watching a full moon.” Rina laughed until her sides hurt. She held onto Elara’s shoulder for balance. “I think we’ve discovered something beautiful,” she said. “Gilly might be the next one to find love in this house.”

He asked suddenly cold and she bit her lower lip. Who said I was doing anything with him? I am not exactly as sex starved as you are. Elena resorted, and his eyes widened slightly before they narrowed. You sure have some nerves to deny the truth and still call me sex starved Miss Gilberto. He said and she stretched her lips into a thin line to prevent herself from answering him with the exact words going on in her head. You saw the papers didn’t you? He asked and she bit her lower lips nervously. The images of her naked form pressed on him last night, returned fully back to her head, and she shared her head to push them away from her thoughts.

At one point, when Adrian stepped out briefly to answer Marcus’s call, Elena’s nerves finally got the better of her. “Um, this might sound silly,” she began, twisting her fingers under the table, “but… could I maybe—just maybe—ask you for an autograph?” Kelvin’s head tilted back as he laughed warmly. “Silly? Elena, people have asked me to sign their arms, their phones, even their shoes. Asking for an autograph is practically polite compared to that.” Her cheeks heated. “I just… I’ve been a fan for years. Your films always—” She stopped herself, worried she sounded too much like a giddy teenager.

He agreed to poison Sophie that evening so we would no longer have to worry about her. “You know, I underestimated your abilities,” Elena said, sounding impressed. “Too bad Sophie has to lose her life, she was a good asset” She added. “She was becoming a threat. And no one dared to threaten Rickard Gilbert” “Haha, Gilbert” I heard Elena chuckle. Her actions enraged me but I decided to let it slide. Arguing with her right would be pointless. “The Uber is here, shall we?” Without saying a word to me, Elena worked passed me and got into the Uber.

“You’re strong. I know what you went through… but you did it. You’re here. You chose to live. To lead. And that makes you more of a Luna than anyone wearing diamonds and silk.” Elena blinked, her vision swimming with unshed tears. “You belong here,” Genevieve whispered. “Not because of what you wear. But because of who you are.” The words sank into Elena’s bones, soaking into the places that had been carved hollow by doubt. She nodded slowly, biting back emotion. “Okay,” she whispered. “Help me?” Genevieve beamed. “Of course.”

Because sometimes you meet the dream you never even dreamed of, and it was more important than the one you’ve wished for. Elena Gilbert came at me with the force of a tsunami. She didn’t ease up for a second. She battered me, hour after hour. Elena Gilbert barreled into me and fucked me six ways ’til Sunday, and, shit, probably several ways we ain’t even learned of yet. Elena Gilbert smacked into me and contorted and twisted and morphed my perception of life in the most petrifying way. Elena Gilbert slipped her way into my world and slowly became the thing I didn’t know I needed.