Elena Klaus Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Not even once. After graduation, everyone had separated to pursue their careers, and slowly she'd forgotten about Elijah. Until now. Her heart fluttered a little bit as she thought about seeing him again. How much had he changed? Would he notice her?…See her differently.. after all this time? Elena was an over thinker, and by the time they were finally heading for the bar that evening, she was a little nervous. The club doors after they passed security were opened wide, and lots of men and women filtered in and out, mingling in groups and chatting and laughing loudly. Some sat at the bar, drinking. Some were on the dance floor… Couples in each other's arms, dancing, talking and smiling at ea

After a brief pause, he typed in his own birthday. The phone unlocked. He was instantly met with a barrage of text messages from Elena. “Sheilah, you’re a pathetic loser! You care so much about Killian that you’re making medicine for him even when you're sick. But all I have to do is snap my fingers, and he leaves you behind like a dog to cook for me!” “You will never have Killian’s love!” “If you know what’s good for you, give up the Luna position. Otherwise, I’ll make sure you experience a living hell!”

Drakonios stepped closer, his voice low, deliberate. “If you truly want to save your father and your crumbling kingdom… then I want you to pleasure me. With your hands.” The room froze. Elianna’s eyes snapped up to meet him, wide with fury. “What do you take me for? A common slut you can buy with threats and pity?” Her voice rang out, sharp and bitter. “You think I’ll trade my dignity for crumbs of mercy?” ---

"And I like watching you tear apart the men who try to hurt us." His pupils dilated. The darkness in him responded to the darkness in me. "You are a wicked thing," Kael growled. "You are going to be the death of me Elara." "I am your life," I said. He crushed his mouth to mine. It was a kiss of possession. It was a kiss that tasted of gunpowder and desperation. He bit my lip. He ground his hips against mine. He was hard. The threat of death had turned his libido into a weapon.

“You will be ple‌asant. You will be engagin‍g. But you will not d‍eviate fro‍m the scr‌ipt. We a‌re a couple, madly in love. Do you understand?” Th‍e ai⁠r crac‌kled between them.‌ It w‌as a mi⁠xture‍ of animosity and someth⁠ing⁠ else⁠, something f⁠ar more dangerous. Elara tilte‍d her head up, a small, challenging smile pla⁠ying on her li⁠ps. “Don’t worry, Kaelan. I’m an artist. I’m excellent at creating a⁠ co‌nvin‌cing illusion.”

Clara stepped back, her eyes roaming over Elena's body with an appreciation that made heat pool low in her belly. "Lie down," Clara whispered, taking Elena's hand and leading her to the bed. The sheets were cool against Elena's bare back as she settled onto the mattress, watching Clara untie her robe and let it fall away. Her body was beautiful—full breasts that swayed slightly as she moved, hips that curved generously, skin that seemed to glow in the afternoon light. Clara climbed onto the bed, positioning herself above Elena, her thighs straddling Elena's waist. She leaned down, her hair creating a curtain around their faces as she captured Elena's lips in a kiss that was both tender and h

She breathed in deeply and took a sip of the wine before placing it back on the table. When she closed her eyes, all she saw was Elena's face. She hated that girl. She hated her with so much passion that she wished she could just make her disappear forever and as soon as possible. She hadn't been as angry as she was, on that day when Angelo told her that Elena was safe and Okay. Well, it was a good thing that she was not giving up any time soon. Angelo was hers and she wasn't letting anyone take him away from her. "I can hear the wheels in your head moving," Klaus spoke, his chest humming slightly.

Klaus’s aura is extremely aggressive and for the first time ever, I'm having trouble controlling him. Her scent is making Klaus push closer, pressing against my ribs like he’s trying to claw his way out. “Control yourself!” “She's our mate!” “Well, she's gonna fucking die if you don't control yourself!” That works instantly. Judging by his reaction, I throw away the idea of leaving her here and taking only El. “El, let go of the… lady.” She looks up at me, still clinging to the girl. “No.” She burrows deeper into the girl's chest.

Elara was sorting folders a few seats away, but she kept finding excuses to move closer. She “accidentally” dropped a pen and bent over slowly to pick it up, her short skirt riding up just enough to show the lace edge of her panties. Klaus’s eyes darkened. “You’re not subtle tonight, Miss Elara,” he said, voice low. She straightened, walked over, and placed a folder in front of him, leaning in so her breasts brushed his arm. “Maybe I don’t want to be subtle anymore, Mr. Reinhardt.” The tension broke.

He pointed toward the heavy wooden door that led to an attached washroom, where the sound of steaming, hot water was already trickling from a stone pipe into a copper tub—clearly prepared by his efficient pack members. Elena looked from the clothing to the silent giant. "Why are you doing this?" her voice cracked, raw from screaming and crying back at the ritual grounds. "You don't even know me. I was... I was supposed to be his Luna. They call me a traitor." Klaus paused. He didn't turn around to face her, but his broad shoulders tensed. He slowly raised his left hand, pressing his palm flat against his own chest, right over his heart where the silver thread emerged. Then, he extended his i