Elena Gold Novels & Stories

Which is the only thing that counts. "Ok. I won't feel bad as long as you show me the rock." I say, smiling. Elena's cheeks blush, as she looks down at her hand. She brings it up towards me. I see a stunning rose gold ring on her finger. It's shaped like a firefly, that looks as though it flew around her finger. The body of the ring has small diamonds trailing from the head of the firefly to the tail. It's absolutely stunning. "How come a firefly?" I ask.

The sheer power radiating from her was so intense that Elena’s hysterical shouting suddenly faltered, her fake, theatrical confidence wavering under Elara's freezing gaze. "Well, Elena, or... or whatever you call your name," Elara spoke, her voice carrying a calm, steady, and utterly devastating authority that instantly silenced the whispering crowd. "You said Leo is your son. That’s fine." She paused, her fingers gently tracing the heavy, gold embossed Vance family signet ring on her right hand, letting the silence stretch until the entire ballroom was hanging on her next words.

It was bare, except for a flickering light and a single, stained medical cot. As the door hissed shut and the locks engaged, Elena collapsed onto the bed. Her skin was deathly pale, and the silver at the base of her neck was pulsing with a rhythmic, angry light. "She’s fighting me, Alex," Elena choked out. "She’s trying to... to access the gold uploader in your pocket. She knows the codes." Alexander moved to her side, his heart breaking at the sight of her struggle. He pulled her into his arms, his large frame shielding her from the cold, metal room. "I’m not letting her out, Elena. Fight it. Remember the river. Remember last night."

I muttered. “Alright, man. See you later,” then he hung up. *** The VP’s daughter’s wedding was nothing short of extravagant. Every corner glittered with carefully arranged flowers, and the waiters moved with such grace it was almost unnatural. This was the world of the rich—where perfection was mandatory. “Hello everyone,” a calm voice rang from the front. I turned—and for a brief moment, I was caught off guard. It was Elena. She stood radiant in a white off-shoulder gown, a delicate gold chain glimmering against her skin. Her hair was styled flawlessly, with a bright smile.

“I believe you know your sister is going to make you pay for what you did. And I believe you came here hoping I would solve your problem for you.” “I can pay you!” Elena pulled a bag from her shoulder and dumped it on the ground. Gold coins spilt out, glittering in the sun. “This is everything I have. Every piece of jewellery, every coin, everything I could steal from Damien without him noticing. Take it. Kill her. Please.” Kael looked at the gold with contempt. “Your money means nothing to me. Your fear means nothing. Your desperation means nothing. And your request is denied.” “Then you will die with her!” Elena shrieked. “When Damien finds out you are harbouring her, he will bring every p

Some raised their binoculars, locking onto Luna as she stood on the track, while others pulled out their phones, zooming in as much as possible. Benjamin looked up at the giant screen without much thought. Then, he froze. His phone slipped from his palm and crashed onto the ground with a loud smack! … Elara cradled her helmet in one arm and waved toward the stands. Each time she turned to face a new section of the crowd, thunderous cheers erupted. "Luna is so young!" "Wait… She looks really familiar! I swear I've seen her somewhere before!" "That's Elara Jones! The math genius homemaker who won gold at the ALI Math Competition! Oh my god! She's Luna?"

She was practiced hips like metronomes, a smile like lacquer, eyes trained to shine. She swayed in time with the darbuka, wrists cutting elegant patterns through the lantern light. People clapped for her. Men leaned forward. Gold Coins chimed and were thrown around , they deal more with golds than mere dollars. But all I saw was an angel I’d told myself to keep caged. Elena. In every motion. In every outline. In the catch of a breath. In the stray strand of hair that refused to obey pins. My mind was thick with drink and the grainy echo of an underground camera. I’d left her in a dark cell to make a point. I’d told myself I needed distance, leverage, control.

Topaz added with a small fake smile showing off her zirconia crystal white perfectly aligned teeth. “Okay, if you insist. Don’t get me wrong but Elena is using you” Ira said in a serious tone. “Elena is what?” asked Topaz with a chuckle. “Oh, God! Ira. Please! Pleeeaasssee! Stop making fool of yourself. Elena is using me? Really? How? Elena Joseph Swan, the girl born with golden spoon in her mouth. The girl who already is having everything. Still the perfect Luna is using me for what exactly?” asked Topaz with a mocking laugh.

I asked with raised brows, irritated with all the lies she was spewing. “I am Elora, the daughter of Alpha Tobi of Gold Moon Pack,” she announced and my eyes widened in shock. Gold pack is one of the best packs on earth, richly blessed with gold and trade involving oil merchants. I suddenly felt small, standing in front of such a powerful woman. “Just because I’m here as a secretary,” she continued. “Doesn't mean you get to talk to me anyhow. I’m only here because I’m humble enough to learn,” “I have a meeting now,” Waylen glanced at his watch. “You two sort things out quickly because the meeting is starting soon,”

Elena Valentine emerged slowly from the fog. Half of her face was horribly burnt, and one eye had turned white. ​"Did you think Lucas Smith could save you?" Elena gave a raspy laugh. "He was just a pawn. You were our real target. With the blood running through your veins, we will create thousands of super-soldiers. And what is inside that golden box is the new god of this world."