Elena Mom Novels & Stories

“Calm down, Mom. Elena never took a dime from me in the last three years. It was only when she left that I found out she never touched the allowance I gave her. She never touched the card. Elena may be many things, but she was never a gold digger.“ Mom had a bitter expression which proved that my words bruised her badly. It wasn’t my intention, but then, it suddenly hit me. Why on earth did I just defend Elena? There. Dad still had that smirk on his face that clearly showed that he wanted nothing to do with the current discussion we were having. He wanted no part of it, just as much as I wanted no part of whatever argument was brewing at this table. Anytime Elena‘s name came up in my house,

"What about your parents? Are they here in New York or back in your hometown?" "Mom, I don't think Lena wants—" "I'm okay talking about this," Elena interrupted quickly. "I lost my mom when I was 10 and my dad when I was just 5, so I'm an orphan," Elena said. "Oh my goodness! I wasn't informed; I'm sorry, dear. Don't worry; you have us now, and you can count on us," Mrs. Jones said, touching Elena's hand affectionately. Elena returned a polite smile, feeling a warmth flood her heart—something she hadn't felt in a long time.

“Nah, not crying. Elena’s your mess now. Just… look, I overheard Mom on the phone a couple days ago. She was talking to someone, saying she needed to meet up with Elena, hash things out face-to-face. You know how she gets—all sugar at first, then venom. Elena hasn’t responded to anything yet, but keep her close, man. Don’t let her go anywhere near Mom. She’ll act like it’s just coffee or girl talk, but it’s a setup to stir shit. Elena’s sharp, but Mom plays dirty. Watch your back—and hers.”

“Congratulations, Rhea. You’ve endured much to find this happiness. It is well-deserved.” “That means more than you know,” I whispered. “Everyone, I’d like you to meet Elena,” I said, gesturing toward her. She had been standing at the side ever since they arrived, not even making a sound. “She's Alaric's mom, and she's been a pillar of strength in the whole preparations.” I turned to Elena, “Mom, these are the people I told you about.” Although Neveah and Laziel had seen her once or twice, not in person, but they've heard of her.

Then I head up the stairs. “Mom?” I call halfway up. Her voice cuts sharply. “Oh, perfect.” I find her in the master bedroom, packing her things. She notices me and scowls. “What, Elena? What do you want now?” “Serena told me she told you about—” “Oh, yes. She told me,” Mom snaps, her tone biting. “She told me all about her second mate and why she refuses to go to Walter. And do you think I can even comprehend who she’s bonded to?”

Lucian looked toward Eli. “How are you feeling today?” “Like I’m under witness protection.” The answer startled a quiet laugh out of Elena before she could stop herself. Lucian’s mouth curved faintly too. “At least your sense of humor survived.” “For now.” Eli stirred his cereal absently before glancing toward Lucian again. “How long have you known my mom?” The question arrived casually. Too casually. Elena immediately looked up. Lucian remained calm. “A long time.” “How long?” “Before you were born.”

She watched him limp all the way towards the backyard and Elena once again was happy that she was back here with her family, the only other people that mattered to her. ''One slice of apple pie coming right up.'' her mother smiled. As Elena scrolled through her phone, looking at the latest trends, a thought came to her mind. She needed to get a job and she put it at the back of her mind to tell Syria when next they saw. ''You know-'' Her mother's words were cut short by gunshots. Elena froze, looking at her mother, her brain finding it hard to comprehend what had just happened. ''Dad!'' Elena froze.

"That's emotional blackmail." "That's being a mother," Elena said softly. "And you've been the best mom that little girl could ask for. So, you'll know to make the right choice, even if it breaks us." She walked to me, taking my hands. "I built Romano Enterprises from nothing. I survived Thomas's plans. I've fought fights that would break others." Elena's voice was soft but strong. "But the best thing I've ever done is see you be the mom Emma needs."

“Then I saw Luca’s post and realized tonight was an important day for Mrs. Valenti, so I booked the first flight I could.” She looked at Vivian, even more puzzled now. “Luca knows me. Mrs. Valenti knows me too.” “So why would you think I’m not Elena’s mother?” My mother had spent most of her life in a small town in Maine. Over the years, aside from my wedding to Luca, she rarely came to New York. Even when she brought Luca homemade food, she always left the same day without staying for dinner. Very few people in the Valenti family actually knew her.

Elena said in a trembling voice, but a sweet smile was still on her beautiful face. She tried not to cry. In the end, she also had to leave the orphanage that had been her home since she was a baby. Apart from Elena having to work to support herself, she also wanted to help her family here even a little. This is a small orphanage where the founder was a single mother that care about abandoned babies and children. She took them in and build this place with her own money. She wanted to help. There are babies, kids who needed milk and food every day. She was them years ago, she didn’t want them to go hungry and cold.