Elena Gold Novels & Stories

She dropped the note and stood up trying to pull herself together. Elena is the oldest daughter of Mr. Alcantara, a petite slim girl with thick curly wave hair that framed her delicate oval face, her Hazel Green eyes were a mixture of Doe and siren but they were not as innocent as her, she had a nice pointed nose, slim heart shape lips, and a nice thick slim shape, her body was the dream of every lady including her best friend and men were not an exception.

Dressed in a body clinging red dress that barely covered her breast and highlighted her curves, Elena set out to bring her plans to life. She would do whatever it takes to bring Gemma to her knees even if it meant selling her soul. Pulling the already short dress up, Elena walked into the golden Den club. It was a club notable among young ladies seeking to find sexual and financial favours among wealthy men. The club was mainly dominated by old men who were ready to spend money on willing females, provided they were ready to do their bidding.

"My Beta Assistant used considerable effort to bring her back from the Sunstone Territories." Luna Silvertail's eyebrows rose with interest. "She's a genius healing specialist," Yvette continued, her voice carrying just enough to attract the attention of nearby wolves. "Master Elara's chosen disciple, known internationally as Elena, but in Northern Territory as Audrey Winter." I fought to keep my expression neutral, though inwardly I was stunned by Yvette's grand introduction. She was painting me as far more significant than I actually was, creating opportunities for me to shine among Central Territory's elite.

Elena grinned, vicious and beautiful. “Make sure Roman doesn’t find out.” .Jace stared. “…He’s absolutely going to find out.” “Not today,” Elena said. And then she spotted something ahead ,something expensive and unnecessary. Her mood brightened instantly. “Oh look,” she said. “Bulgari.” Jace groaned into both hands. “Elena, I swear to God, every time you get threatened you get more chaotic...” “Exactly,” she said. Swipe. Approved. Lysandra Vauxhaul was unraveling.

The coins were enough to last him a lifetime in that city, they were pure gold. The following morning was rather too flooded at the palace. All the nobles had honered the Queen's invitation even at such short notice and Elena felt like the most blessed woman in Luyota. She sat by the mirror her appointed maids tending to all her needs. She smiled at the reflection of her at the back of her mind knowing fully well that she was in and there was absolutely no going back.

the other individual in the room speaks, Elena Martin. Elena is a young beautiful lady in her 20s, she has long and wavy black hair, dark blue eyes like the deep blue sea and a silver necklace around her neck. Her lips are pink and full and her eyes carry the curiosity of a child. “Like the real Dracula,” she says, “Yes” Philip answers, “Looks like aunt Mary was a badass,” Elena says.

He honored the tragic boundary I had set, but his knuckles turned white against the wood. “Ah, the Director has finally graced us with her presence,” a smooth, cloying voice purred from the far side of the room. Elara sat in an armchair near the tall windows, sipping from a delicate porcelain cup. She was immaculate. Her golden hair was pinned into an intricate crown, and she wore a deep crimson dress that practically screamed her status as Luna. She looked radiant, entirely untouched by the betrayal of the previous night. Her face was a mask of calculated, terrifying triumph.

“Boys, this is your brother’s mate. Her name is Elena. She’s a gamma female from Silvercrest.” I scoffed quietly and leaned back in my chair. Suddenly I wasn’t hungry anymore. And through the twin bond, I could feel Elias’ emotions too. Jealousy, bitterness, and anger. We were both pissed as hell.

“You usually do.” Elara finally glanced at him. “I used to do a lot of things.” Simple. But it landed. ⸻ Elsewhere— Elena sat in her apartment, scrolling slowly. Photos from Santorini were everywhere. The wedding. The beach. The parties. And then— Elara. Smiling. Confident. Glowing. Elena’s jaw tightened. “She’s getting too comfortable,” she murmured. Across from her, Leon leaned back, relaxed. “That’s when people are easiest to break,” he said.

I press a kiss to her forehead, then head downstairs to my study. Marcus is already waiting, along with Sofia. Neither looks happy. "Tell me," I say, pouring coffee. Sofia pulls up surveillance footage. "Elena Colombo entered Club Gold at 11 PM. She went straight to the VIP section, used a membership card we didn't know she had, and spent three hours in the main lounge." On screen, I see her—mid-twenties, dark hair, wearing a dress that probably costs more than most people's cars. She's talking to various members, laughing, playing the social butterfly. But her eyes are calculating, cataloging everything.