Elena Mom Novels & Stories

Elena stated then laugh mockingly while looking at her viciously. "Elena, your mouth!" Aunt Meryl scolded her daughter. The woman suddenly became alarmed and looked at her apologetically. Something in her eyes shows pity and sympathy and she knew what's behind it. "What did I said wrong? If she has a Mom then where is she? Tell me, where's your Mom Bea?" Elena asked intriguingly trying to intentionally annoy her.

It was time for Elvenia and Elena to speak as Elevina tries to hold back tears from her eyes. “Hi mom is me again…I..well I…” Elevina sniffles trying to catch her breath; “It hurts me so much not to have you around after such a long time now! I really miss you mom…I wish you were still with me but you're not…at least I have grown to learn and be strong just like you. I love you unimaginable! Thank you for everything you have done for me. I…I…” Elevina gets interrupted by Elena hugging her warmly. “Please don't cry, okay? Everything will be alright. You have me…am sure she wouldn't be more proud to hear you say that.” Elena said, wiping off her tears.

she repeated, her voice tinged with uncertainty. Liam’s little brow furrowed. “Why is she calling you Mommy?” I felt my chest tighten, the weight of the moment pressing down on me. How could I explain Elena without unraveling the tangled threads of my life? “Elena is a little girl I’ve been caring for,” I said carefully. “She’s been through a lot, and she’s started calling me Mommy.” Liam’s eyes filled with hurt. “But you’re my mommy,” he whispered, his grip on me tightening.

"Um..good evening." greeted Selene. Elena looked at her from head to foot. Lyon didn't like that and immediately sided with Selene. Edward immediately looked outside the apartment, was startled to see Selene and Lyon outside the apartment, appearing to be speaking to his mother. In order to stop his mother from telling anyone regarding the apartment, he quickly went outside. "You need to leave." Edward told his mother. Selene looked at Edward. "Did you know her?" Elena's appearance makes it clear that she is a strict and irritable woman. "Yes, we know each other. I'm his mother. And you are?"

Before he could ask what she meant, she added, "When you're a man for hire, why would you need a house? You go wherever someone calls." The smile on Uncle Donald's face froze. "El, what are you talking about? That's not the kind of joke you should make..." Before he could finish, Mom suddenly stepped forward and seized him by the throat. She squeezed so hard that his face quickly reddened as he struggled to breathe. "Stop pretending." Her voice was eerily calm. "And don't take me for a fool. I know everything you've done." Uncle Donald desperately clawed at her fingers. His nails tore bloody scratches across his own neck as he struggled to pry her hand away.

"She sees the world in ways I have never seen anyone else look at it. She brings... a lot of warmth into my life." Maya smiled, resting her head against Elena's shoulder. Her mother noticed the gesture, a gentle smile softening her face as she saw the sheer, undeniable devotion shining in Elena's eyes. To her parents, Elena was just an eccentric, incredibly beautiful, and intensely quiet girl from a wealthy background. They didn't see the monster; they only saw the absolute protective gravity Elena held over their daughter. [1]

Her lashes on its own accord drops down on the plate. “Where are you lost?” Adam smirked knowingly to which she lift her lashes and peered at him. “I did ask you something.” “What?” “That why don’t you call Mr. & Mrs. Brown as your mom and dad?” Elena paused for a moment, slowly chewing her food and then swallowed the content in her mouth. This is the first time they were doing normal conversation and he was trying to know about her personal life. So she contemplates whether she should tell him the truth or lie to him because lying seems easier then speaking the truth.

My mum's gaze at her with a hint of smile on her lips, I knew she saw right through us that I was hopelessly in love with Elena. "This is delicious," Momma remarked, while she chewed the food delightly, "I never have taste this recipe in my life," she said, took a glass of wine to push down the food. "Well, it was made by Elena, mom," Jolly uttered. "She made it all by herself without anyone's help," she touched her hands, Elena blushed over her cheeks. Momma's eyes widened in awe as she gazed at Elena, her expression was mixed with surprise and admiration, "How long have you been cooking, Elena?" she asked,

“Mama are you going on TV?” She knelt and hugged him. “Yes. So other children stay safe.” He smiled proudly. “You’re brave.” She kissed his forehead. “I learned from you.” --- The broadcast began. Elena stood before the cameras, calm but resolute. “My name is Elena Voss. I am a mother, and my child was genetically altered without my knowledge by people who valued legacy over life.” Shock rippled across global networks. She revealed the manipulation. The secrecy. The psychological intimidation.

I started applying again for other jobs but didn’t get any replies. It was Friday night and I was freaking out. How could I just move from my hometown without getting a job first? How could I really just on my savings when all I had left after Kevin was not enough to make a living for a month in a small town, let alone in a big city. I was almost pulling my hair from my head when my phone rings. It was an unknown number. As soon as I pick up, a familiar deep voice asked “Am I talking to Elena Moore?”