Elena Norwood Novels & Stories

Mr Whitemere asked softly, disturbed by the noise. Scarlett sighed and answered. “What is it?” she snapped the moment she picked up. “Did you see the video?” Stella asked urgently. “Which video?” Scarlett replied, trying hard not to explode. She was furious at Stella, but she held back. Stella was Adrian’s sister. Her future sister-in-law. “That crippled Elowen is trending online,” Stella said quickly, panic in her voice. “She’s acting in a movie.” “What?!” Scarlett shouted as she sat up straight on the couch, shock flooding her face.

I pull up along the curb and spot her immediately. Elena sits on the low concrete ledge near the side entrance, legs crossed at the ankle, phone still in her hand. The dark corset top and short flare skirt leave very little to the imagination. The heels make her legs look longer. Even from here I can see she’s a little unsteady. Nora and Nolan stand a few feet away, talking close. They hug briefly. I step out of the car.

Both Conrad and Nadia spun around as a stunning Alpha female in a shimmering gold gown approached. "Elena?" Conrad’s anger vanished instantly, replaced by a look of genuine shock and warmth. "Elena? What are you doing here?" "I'm representing the Ohio Industrial Block, of course," she laughed, stepping right into Conrad’s space. She threw her arms around his neck in a familiar, intimate hug. "It’s been ages! Not since your post-graduate days. You haven't changed a bit." Nadia watched as Elena’s hands lingered on Conrad’s shoulders, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw in a way that was far too comfortable. Elena leaned in, whispering something in his ear that made him chuckle, her body sa

“Name. First.” He pivoted—one hand on his hip, a pose that somehow looked natural on him. “Julian Northwood. Five years as Dante’s assistant. Architect of his schedule. His savior in crisis.” His smile turned genuine. “And tonight, your fairy godmother. A pleasure, Elena. Now—can we please move before the deadline kills me?” She shook his hand. The grip was firm. Controlled. Surprising. “Lorenzo warned me about a ‘little god’ in this mansion.”

Margot POV Nora’s eyes suddenly brightened. “Take Elena Brooks, for example. I asked around. Her parents had already bought her a house. She’s got everything going for her. She’s young, smart, and has a grand future ahead of her.” “Elena and I will not happen.” I said it seriously. “Really.” Nora sighed, then leaned closer and lowered her voice mysteriously. “Okay, then. What about the Prince?” My heart gave a sharp little jolt.

“Why are you transferring people here?” “Because you built a world where copies get bodies while originals remain archived.” “That wasn't my choice.” “No.” Nora’s voice softened. “But now I am making mine.” Elena stepped forward. “You cannot overwrite people already here.” Nora laughed. “Who are you?” “Elena Blackwood.” “Oh.” Silence. Then: “The fifth Moran.” “Yes.” “The integration artifact.” Elena's jaw tightened. “I prefer Elena.” A pause. “Fair.” Nora continued:

Miss Clarkson began, “Because the last three days without you two have been bliss. Cato, get to the front now. You’ve already wasted enough of my time this year. And Elias, get your feet off the table.” I begrudgingly grabbed my textbook and pen. “Football at lunch?” I asked Elias as he dragged his feet off the desk. He gave me another awkward smile, “Whatever you want to do.” The lesson was tedious. I sat next to a girl named Eleonora. She was a Stella wolf, but fortunately, she had no interest in sucking up to me. That was the only redeeming factor. Apart from that, she was a sour, stiff teacher’s pet with a severe lack of humour.

The elevator doors open, “Have a good day, Miss Blackwood.” “You too, Henry,” I call out as the doors close. “You bake for your doorman?” Luke asks incredulously. “Henry isn’t just a doorman. He’s the sweetest.” Luke narrows his eyes at me, “The sweetest? You and your doorman?” I almost choke, “God no. Henry is married.” I smack his arm, “Minnie is his daughter. She came in one day because Leah, his wife, was sick. It was the school holidays, so he didn’t have much of a choice but to bring her to work.”

Biting my lip in concentration. "I think I'm done," I say, his face is outstanding better already. Patching itself together as though nothing happened. He doesn't move, "you're beautiful." I flush. Looking down and picking at my cracked nails. "Stop." Chris merely smiles, "You are Andrea. And I'm going to remind you every chance I get." I fumble to words, to any response. I've never considered myself beautiful. My almost platinum blonde hair was weirdly natural and my blue eyes where so light they sometimes seemed to reflect clouds. But beautiful? No.

She had challenged Luca, and she was determined to win. * * Elena made her way down the grand staircase of the Romano Mansion and out into the enchanting garden. The house was silent, the staff having already retired for the night. As she walked, the chilly breeze brushed past her, causing her to rub her arms for warmth. The beauty of the garden at night was unparalleled, and she found solace in the quiet atmosphere. Suddenly, a voice interrupted her thoughts. "Elena?" Andrea Romano, her father-in-law, sat on a wooden stool, holding a glass of champagne and wearing a smile.