Elena Gilbert Quotes Novels & Stories

She was staring at me, so why couldn’t I stare at her? The side of her plump lips trembled as she blinked at me with her dark brown eyes. She didn’t utter a word, but there was no need for that—because I could see right through her. ‘Why aren’t you talking to me?’ I bet those were the words she was dying to say, but she knew she didn’t have the right to, not after walking out on me. Elena was what Mario Castillo would call a dangerous woman. Someone hungry for attention who hid behind her faux personality. I liked danger. I liked challenges, and Elena was a challenge.

“Technology is such a menace these days. Isn’t it, Elena?” Elena simply inhaled slowly, keeping her nerves calm and refusing to let them feel for one second that they had gotten to her. “I wouldn’t know,” she replied quite calmly. “I don’t waste my time gossiping about selfies and hashtags.” There was a brief pause, then silence descended upon them all as if they were giving Elena a minute to enjoy her small victory. Then Nyla finally smiled again, even wider this time. “How virtuous,” she said, and then went back to her drink.

Elena lifted her chin. "We're trying to stop you" she said. I stared at her. For several seconds, I genuinely wondered if I had heard correctly. "You're what?" "We're trying to stop you" she repeated. Her confidence annoyed me instantly. "Why?" Ruby stepped forward. "Because this is ridiculous" she answered rather boldly. Vesha nodded. "Completely ridiculous." I folded my arms. "Explain." Elena laughed humorlessly. "You keep risking yourself" she said. My expression hardened.

“Most of us here have known Lilian and Adrian for years. Yet, we didn’t take the party for granted. We brought gifts for both of them.” Elena’s lips pressed together. What was she supposed to say to these people whose smiles never reached their eyes? “So, according to you, friendship here comes with a price tag,” Elena said. “Is that what you’re saying?” “How refreshingly unprepared,” the woman in the red dress sarcastically smiled. “Whose genes did you get to be this dumb? Your grandmother’s?” “You should watch your mouth,” Elena warned coldly. “You should go to Lilian and apologize to her for not bringing a gift,” she added. “Go and save yourself some face by doing the right thing.”

"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... "It's the only way to get inside. The Velvet Exchange isn't just rumors anymore. I have proof it's real. If I can record even one session, one confession... the story will write itself." She replied. "And if they record you? What if they make you say things? Things you can't take back?" Elena's stomach twisted at Maya's words. She pressed a hand to her abdomen, feeling the cool silk of the dress against her skin. The fabric was too thin, and exposing. She hadn't worn anything like it since ever.