Elena Mom Novels & Stories

I searched his eyes for an answer, but whatever it was lay deep in his heart, a place I couldn’t reach with just my eyes. “She was brought back to life,” he revealed. “Elena?” My heart hammered as her name escaped my mouth. “No, Rhoda. She was returned from the dead by the moon goddess. And now my brother won’t rest until he finds her killer,” he answered. It was more relieving to hear Rhoda was back to life than Elena. Not that it did any good for both of us, but at least, it wouldn’t be on my side to struggle from the beginning again. I sighed, shaking my head as thoughts evaded it. “So what’s going happen. Everything’s in place, you need to do something,”

It was the closest thing Elena got to freedom until she entered college. Elena smiled bitterly at the memory. "My step-mother was actually from California originally, so she was a pretty good swimmer. Honestly, I'm probably the worst swimmer in my family." Massimo looked at Elena as if he was trying to memorize and place every stroke she made—every ripple she created in the pool. "I find that hard to believe," he said simply. "It's true, Matteo is easily the best swimmer," Elena replied. "But why is that so hard to believe? I easily am the brains of the family, so that only leaves Matteo to be the brawns."

“Do you remember when we used to sit on the balcony back home? Mom would bring us tea, and you’d tell me stories about Italy.” Capello smiled wistfully. “I do. Your mother loved those moments. She always wanted you to know where we came from.” Elena sighed. “I miss her. And I miss those days before everything fell apart.” Capello reached for her hand. “I failed you, Elena. I failed our family. If I could go back” “You can’t. But you can make sure we survive this.” Elena squeezed his hand. Capello’s eyes shone with determination. “I will. I promise you that.”

She gripped my sleeve tightly, looking me deeply in the eyes. “E-Elena.” She croaked out sobbing loudly. My heart broke into a thousand pieces watching her cry her heart out. I swallowed the lump in my throat and hugged her. She held unto my shoulder tightly, crying so hard. “My baby. I want my baby. I- I want my baby.” She choked out, crying the more. My throat tighten as I glanced at Darla who was also crying. She hasn’t even heard of what Mathew and Raquel did.

The line crackled slightly, but Selene's tone was firm, unyielding as always. 'That's what I said, and it's final,' her mother replied, cutting the call before Aurelia could protest further. Typical. Selene Nightbane had a way of deciding everything for her daughter, from the clothes she wore as a kid to the schools she attended. At nineteen, Aurelia craved independence, but here she was, flying back to New York after years in Brooklyn, only to have her mom's new man waiting like some unwanted chaperone.

"Why?" "Someone who never gave up on them. A group of someones. Look at us too. We'd probably be that way if we didn't have mom and dad. We had each other, and we had them." She groaned. "And I can't believe I'm going to say this, but Chandler has never had anyone refuse to give up on him." A faded picture on a wall of a cabin came into Elena's head. "He's had one person. But I get what you're saying."

“What the fuck do you do all day, Elena?” “I-I tried” her trembling voice, so gentle it hurt. Another crash. A slap. Elias remembered curling into himself, pressing his palms to his ears, but it never worked. He always heard everything. The worst part was the silence after—the stillness that meant she’d fallen again. That she wouldn't get up. He had asked her once, weeks later, when her cheek was still purple beneath the concealer, “Why don’t you leave him, Mom?” And she had smiled that heartbreakingly beautiful smile and said, “He’ll change, sweetheart. One day. Just love him enough.”

She met her mom sitting in the living room, she sat beside her and told her about her school competition which was coming up but Elena was not happy when her mom told her she was not going to make it. "But mom this is a big one and you promised to always attend all my functions, all my classmates' parents will be there. Why will you be an exceptional mom?" She said and asked but got no response from her mom, instead, she met the sad teary eyes of her Danielle. "Mom tells me what's happening," she asked, placing her hand softly on Danielle's back. Danielle got closer to Elena, brushing her hair with her palm. "I have.... can..cer" she managed to speak. Elena looked at her with shock. The room

mom said and went outside. “You’re really lucky to have her as your mom” Elena said with a smile, “yeah,she’s one of a kind” I replied. “How about your mom?” I asked and Elena froze, she didn’t say anything for minutes, and I saw what looked like tears in her eyes and she squeezed the bed sheet . “If it’s a sensitive topic, I’m sorry for asking about it” I said apologetically, “it’s fine,I have a mom but I miss her” she said, “do you want to see her after you’re discharged?” I asked and she immediately replied “No!” and i was surprised at her outburst, “sorry, no”she said and I responded saying okay.

When we pulled apart, she was breathing fast. “Wow,” she whispered. “That wasn’t for show.” “No,” I said. “It wasn’t. Come to my room. We’ll talk more. Plan for tomorrow.” She nodded slowly. “Okay. But boundaries. I’m not ready for more.” “Boundaries,” I agreed, leading her upstairs. In my bedroom, we sat on the edge of the bed. “Tell me about your mom,” I said. “Naomi. Is she safe?” “She’s paranoid,” Elena replied. “Hiding. She blames herself for Dad’s death. Says the Cross family knows too much.”