Elena Gold Novels & Stories

I withdrew from him swiftly, yet shakily and stared at the door. "Zephyr!"Eliana squealed. She was so beautiful it hurt to look at her. She wore a silver sleeveless dress that emphasized her ample bosoms and her figure. Her hair was swept up from her face and decorated in silver jewelry. Her green eyes glossed over me as if I weren't there and she sifted across the room to Zephyros. I stepped away from them as they hugged.

Elena With piercing dark brown eyes and striking jet-black hair, it was as though the universe had conspired to grace the triplets with this shared, hypnotic feature. Beyond their matching gaze and hair, each of them possessed a unique magnetism of their own. Magnetism mixed with cruelty—a deadly combination, I knew in my heart, was capable of killing me a thousand times more than they already had. As I served the members along with them, I couldn't help but sneak a few glances at them.

Ciro kept taunting her as he approached her like a predator. “Ciro” He shush her this time around gulping yet again on another of his drink as he was few inch away from her. “I should have known that all this years, you were nothing but a gold digger! But no, I was so foolish to defend you in front of everyone, in front of my god mother, in front of my late leader and now that it is unbelievable the term I can use to describe you; THE Elite's WHORE” Elena slapped Ciro's hard on the face causing the latter to look at her with disdain.

They had come because it was an order, and because the deep, weary part of them longed for any sign of order at all. Elena stood in an antechamber, her reflection in a polished silver mirror a vision of calculated grace. The dove-gray cloak flowed from her shoulders like solidified mist. The new circlet of white gold and moonstones rested beside her, waiting. She looked every inch the Luna. She felt nothing but the cold, sharp focus of a gambler placing her final bet. A horn sounded, thin and clear in the cold air. The murmur outside died. It was time.

The weight of the weapon felt more natural in her hand than any diamond bracelet Julian had ever bought her. "They’re here for the Pact," she whispered, her eyes scanning the room. "Silas? Or someone bigger?" "Silas was a finger. This is the hand," Alexander replied. He looked at her, his grey eyes flashing with a dark, appreciative spark. "Can you hold the left flank, or do I need to call my security team?" Elena’s lips curled into a lethal smirk. "Alexander, I spent three years pretending to be a helpless housewife. Do you have any idea how much repressed rage I have to burn?"

She quickly applies makeup and puts on a silver heel. She gets into the dress and goes to stand at the mirror. She smiles back at her reflection in the mirror and walks out of the closet. Elena looks around and does not see Daniel. She quickly grabs a black coach bag from her shelf and runs out of the room. Elena walks down the stairs and runs into Owen. Elena frowns as she hisses and walks past Owen. Owen smirks as she walks past him. Outside the house,a 2025 Mercedes,GLE 63 AMG is on and running.

Chapter 16: The New Blueprint The morning air in the West Village was really crisp. It smelled like coffee and old paper from the corner bookstore. Elena sat at a table watching how the sunlight caught the wedding band on her left hand. The wedding band was a gold band now. The five-carat Vane diamond was tucked away in a safe. They only brought it out for parties where they still played the part.

They were glowing a pure incandescent terrifying gold. "Stand down " Elara commanded her brothers, her voice echoing with the unyielding authority of a true Luna Sovereign. Caspian frowned, his hand tightening on the hilt of his broadsword. "You want to protect him after what he did?" "No, " Elara said, a lethal smile touching her lips as she stepped onto the window ledge, the air around her fingers beginning to ignite with a blinding golden plasma. "I want to finish him myself."

Elena reached out with long, manicured nails. Jackson stepped smoothly in front of her, blocking her hand. "She’s sleeping, Elena," Jackson said with a tight smile. "Don't wake her." Elena pouted. "You are such a papa bear. Well, I brought a gift. A genuine antique." She opened a velvet box. Inside was a beautiful, handcrafted silver rattle. It was encrusted with small sapphires. "It belonged to the Habsburgs," Elena boasted. "Only the best for a Sterling princess."

“You can lie to the whole world about your shit, you can have him if you want and if it is going to satisfy your damn fucked up ego… but the last thing that you are going to want to do is mess with me, do you fucking understand me?” Elena gasped. “Let go of me! Nikolai!” Elena cried. “Valeria.” My voice carried a warning that made the corridor fall quieter for a heartbeat. Her eyes, which were normally brown flashed with something else: gold, bright and sharp and predatory. The light caught them and for a second I froze. It was gone so quickly I wondered if the angle had tricked me, making me frown.