Elena Gold Novels & Stories

She reached for her hand mirror and called for Margarette. “How are you? Did you get the dusts?” “Margarette, we need to talk. I want the truth. I want the whole story of Lenriad. Also, I have to tell you another thing.” Ellaine opened the leaf and stared at the beautiful face of a sleeping angel with golden hair.

Elena was engrossed in listening when she felt the matching golden rectangle purse in her lap vibrate with a message. Distracted she took a moment to look at her lap and unzip her purse to pull out her cell phone. Adam-‘you look stunning in golden.’ Elena’s eyes popped out of her socket reading his message and she whip her head up searching all around for his presence because it wasn’t some co-incidence for him to correctly guess the exact colour of her dress without being present here.

, carpeted hallway, however, my path was blocked. Elena lenivori leaned against the wall, swirling a glass of champagne. She was dressed in a gown that cost more than most wolves made in a year, her blonde hair perfectly coiffed. She looked me up and down with a sneer that didn't reach her cold, calculating eyes. "You look lost, little wolf," she drawled. "The servant's entrance is around the back." I moved to step around her, but she shifted, blocking me again. She reached into her clutch and pulled out a sleek, black credit card, holding it out between two manicured fingers. "Let's cut the charade," Elena said, her voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper. "We both know you're just a gol

And then, Elena saw her. A figure stood at the edge of the courtyard, watching the carnage with cold satisfaction. She was tall and slender, her face hidden behind a silver mask, her robes flowing like shadows. Dark energy pulsed around her, ancient and powerful. The figure removed her mask, revealing a face that echoed Ravena's features—sharp cheekbones, cold silver eyes, a cruel smile that promised suffering. "Elara," Elena breathed, her blood turning to ice. Elara's voice was smooth as silk, dripping with contempt. "Hello, cousin. I've been waiting for this moment. I've been waiting for you to lower your guard."

"This is bullshit. Miss Elena is going to the West Suburbs Slaughterhouse tonight to count that stash of Corleone gold. That's her private nest egg from when she first rose to power. I can't believe Don Vito is letting her handle it personally while we're stuck here babysitting this piece of trash, missing out on the action." "Shut your trap!" Old K quickly covered his mouth, looking around warily. "Miss Elena said almost no one knows about this. She's only taking one made man tonight because she doesn't want to alert The Commission. If word gets out, we'll both be sleeping with the fishes!" After venting their grievances, the two staggered into the next room, bottles in hand, to keep drinki

Offering a military salute by crossing their hands over their chest they stood facing her. Jelena Savage was not as old as one would expect from the leader of an entire race. She was only 17, even younger than Axel by a whole two years! Her hair was braided just above both her ears, her eyes watched coldly like a hawk and inside them, one could sense ruthlessness emanating from her whole being. Her voice was a bat match for her personality, she sounded nothing like who she was. This was a strong woman, who ruled with fear and an iron fist.

Chapter 4: The Masquerade The black diamonds felt like a cold, heavy collar. Elena stood before the floor-to-ceiling mirror in the east wing, her fingers trembling as she wrestled with the platinum clasp. The stones were a deep, obsidian hue—darker than the shadows pooling in the corners of the room. They didn’t sparkle with the cheerful light of white diamonds; instead, they seemed to absorb the room’s glow, much like the man who had gifted them to her.

Chapter Four “This is Elaine, Alpha Jacob’s daughter.” He said with a warm smile. I stayed silent but deep down my heart was erupting the flames of sadness. “I am Freya, Alexander’s wife.” She said with a warm smile stretching out her hand for a handshake. I didn’t need the goddess help to know that she was sounding the alarm that he belongs to her. I forced a smile but I had no time to accept the handshake, her hands were suspended in the air. This may seem so rude, but at this point I didn’t care.

RAVEN The woman — Elena — stood in our foyer like she already owned it, her red dress hugging every curve, a diamond ring flashing on her finger. Kai’s arranged fiancée. The one who had been watching us fuck like animals for weeks. I felt Kai’s cum still slowly leaking down my thighs under my robe as Elena’s sharp eyes raked over me. “Such a pretty little stepsister,” she purred, holding up the flash drive. “I have hours of footage. You two are quite… athletic.”

“Her name is Cara Wylder.” “Wylder? You mean the family that has the golden luna?” Luke asked sharply, his eyes suddenly scrutinizing me. “Yes.” Lucien answered and continued moving. The guards arranged themselves around him and started to follow him. Sean went after him as well while Luke and Emily continued to stare at me. “The golden… she doesn’t even have a wolf!” Emily shrilled. After a moment of studying me intently, Luke turned around and went after his brother. Not wanting this Emily woman to rip me apart like she clearly wanted to, I went after them all. I heard her vicious curse behind me.