Elena Gilbert Quotes Novels & Stories

What was really in her mind when she decided to speak to this woman? “You would be surprised on how real they can get.” The reverence in Margarette’s voice pushed the girl to change the topic at hand “Anyway, what do you want to show me again?” Fortunately, that completely shifted the lady’s attention, “Oh, right. I almost forgot. Give me your hand.” Although doubtful, Ellaine offered her hand. The other held it gently as if holding something delicate and fragile. She traced every line and curve with her fingertips and breathed onto it as if she’s whispering some sort of enchantment.

Elena said, joining silver as she teased Gaby. "I'm dumb? Do you know what I think? I prefer quiet Silver to a Miss talkative," She said, frowning at her. "Boo boo... It didn't make sense as much as mine did," Silver said, smirking at her. "Yeah, Gaby. As a friend of yours, someone who loves you, I'll advise you to never try your hand at any career that has to do with dissing. Maybe you should just stick to being dumb and nosy," Elena said, supporting Silver.

“She is brave. So is anyone who steps into the spotlight. But motives are complicated. People like stories. Stories sell. Stories get them attention.” “You mean she wants applause,” I said. “I mean she wants to be seen,” Giselle said. “Some people wear trials like medals. They like the light.” I moved my jaw. “Elena is not doing this for fame,” I said. “You don’t see the world she came from,” Giselle said. Her words were sharp and casual. “She will do fine if she learns our rules.” “I’m not sure,” I said. “You should not comment on other people’s motives.”

she asked deliberately. "Gabriela? Where did that come from?" Pamela questioned. "Just answer. How would you feel?" "With me, I would be honored. Working with her would be an adventure," answered Daniela, smirking. "Me as well, it would be amazing," Charles commented. "Pamela?" Thalia turned a serious eye to her.

Elizabeth lifted her skirt up and kicked one of the pebbles. The General gaped at what she did but dismissed the thought already, " Well, I am not interested in getting married as of the moment. But I am searching for a woman who will eventually become my wife." " Oh, any potential wife in your mind?" "Hm..." he stared down at her lips, seduced by this strange woman's aphrodisiac lips. Elizabeth shrugged and looked up at him, " You should get yourself a wife if you don't want these women to stare at you lewdly."

After another failed jab, in annoyance and embarrassment, Elena snarled and headbutted Archer. Archer dodged her attack and burst out, "Enough!" His fury slowed her movements. Archer seized the opportunity to pin her against a wall of the training court with his entire body. Elena gasps for air, feeling his tough chest pressing her soft breasts, and her wet core between her legs was against his hard-on. But the fire inside of her was doused by his scolding: “ You shouldn't use such dirty tricks if you want to be as good as Lilian!” Holding back the shamed tears, she said, "I'm not Lilian. I had never been trained by any professional but I’ve survived by these dirty tricks. I AM PROUD OF MYSE

He said She lets out a dry laugh. “Redemption? I didn’t steal anything, Mr. Jorge. I left.” Elena said on the phone. “Touchy. Still full of attitude. So... are you available or should I tell them you’re too busy scrubbing toilets in some rich man’s house?”Mr Jorge said Elena stares ahead. Damien’s silhouette is visible through the tall windows. He’s watching her without moving. She draws a deep breath. “You’ve always thought so highly of yourself. So, since you’re the expert… why don’t you figure it out?” She hangs up straight away, cutting him off.

It had been years since she’d been this close to a man. "Don't mention it," Gilbert replied with a lazy, dangerous smile. His eyes, however, shifted to Ellis, turning into shards of ice. Ellis trembled under his gaze and scrambled back. "Why backing away now?" Gilbert asked, his voice silky. "You seemed plenty brave a second ago when you were shoving people." "Who... who do you think you are?" Ellis stuttered. This man was smiling, but it was the kind of smile that made her skin crawl. Gilbert’s grin widened, looking both charming and diabolical. "Nobody special. Just a guy who isn't above hitting a woman if she deserves it."

He didn't rise to the bait; he simply watched Garrick with a cool, detached amusement that was far more cutting than any shouted retort. Elena, however, leaned forward slightly. She caught Garrick's gaze and held it, her eyes flashing with a sudden, sharp intelligence. "Capability is a fascinating topic, Garrick," she said, her voice smooth and cold as mountain ice. "It is often measured not by what one claims, but by what one can truly produce." She deliberately smoothed the fabric over her abdomen, a gesture of quiet, undeniable power.

she said. "Yes," Elena said. "That's dangerous and also wrong." "I know. It's faster though." Gillian Marsh looked at her hands. "What else do you do wrong," she said. Not critically. Curiously. "I hold my pencil wrong," Elena said. "Everyone says so. It works though." "Show me." Elena held the pencil. Gillian looked at it. "Yes," she said. "That's wrong. Does it work." "Yes." "Then don't change it," she said, and moved on.