Elena Gold Novels & Stories

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 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,”

To the Eye, Elara was not a woman; she was a graph that had suddenly spiked off the charts. "**[ENTITY ELARA: RECOGNIZED,]**" the Golden Eye spoke, its voice a shimmering harmony of a thousand whispers. "**[YOU HAVE EXCEEDED YOUR NARRATIVE BUDGET. YOU HAVE BREACHED THE WALL. BUT THE UNDERWRITERS ARE GENEROUS. THEY DO NOT WANT AN ENDING. THEY WANT A SPIN-OFF.]**"

“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

Elena said, showering something stronger than a business smile. “Oh, thank you.” “Can I take a selfie with you?” “Sure.” Elena then lowered her mask and took a selfie with her. “Y-You are…” Bella recognized her. Elena put the mask back on. “Shh! I don’t want to get attention. Right now, you're a celebrity.” “What are you doing here?” Bella’s tone and demeanor changed. She looked like she was talking to someone her equal. “I just came here to buy some gold because the prices are shooting up these days,” Elena said. “My boyfriend says that the price will come down soon, but I don’t think the gold rate will go down permanently. It will rise back up sooner or later, right?”

Elena or the dragon? A/N

Again. Elena is finally mine!

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.

’ she whispered to herself. “I don’t care what you think, Mother!” Damian’s voice carried up the stairs. “This is my house, and my wife is resting upstairs. You can’t just barge in here!” The bedroom door burst open, revealing a striking older woman with silver-streaked black hair and piercing blue eyes – eyes that immediately locked onto Elara. “So,” the woman said coldly, “you’re the gold-digger who’s ensnared my son.” Damian appeared behind his mother, his face a mask of barely contained fury. “Mother, that’s enough!”