Elena Norwood Novels & Stories

She looked through the windows from where she stood. Somewhere inside Kingsley Holdings, Nora was probably smiling. Her fingernails dug into her palms. "No..." she whispered to herself and walked away. **** Less than an hour later, Elara walked into Hart Manor. Elizabeth sat gracefully in the sunroom with a cup of tea beside her. Elara stormed inside the sunroom, her face was flushed with anger. She threw her handbag onto the sofa, pacing across the room. Elizabeth watched her quietly. She had seen this look before, this inability to think beyond anger.

By midday, the story was everywhere. BLACKWOOD BILLIONAIRE’S SECRET SON. EX-WIFE HID CHILD FOR THREE YEARS. WHO IS ELENA HART? The headlines spread like fire. Elena stood in Adrian’s private study, staring at the tablet in her hands while Leo played upstairs under Mrs Hale’s watch. Her face appeared on every gossip site. Old wedding photos. Blurred images of her leaving the clinic. Speculation about betrayal, gold-digging, revenge.

Somebody puts the kettle on, somebody finds a clean towel, and the day takes you by the elbow and walks you through it whether you're ready or not. Elena had gone into town for food and come back with eleven carrier bags and the look of a woman who'd been recognised twice and lied about it both times. The reporter was at the kitchen table with a laptop, working on something he wouldn't let anyone read over his shoulder. Theo had spent two hours in the barn, then came out and mended a fence post nobody had asked him to touch. Nobody mentioned the list. It sat folded in Nadia's coat pocket, and she touched it every few minutes without seeming to notice.

She was here, here in school. “Elenora!" I said automatically "You are here, in Enna.” Elenora, the 'IT girl' from my school & neighborhood in New York, was here in Enna, in all her glamorous glory, standing at the entrance of the cafeteria. What was she doing here? There was no way they would move here. Her father had elaborate businesses in New York and was a high-ranking official in the New York mafioso, well respected and feared. There was no way they would move here.

Karis, says meanwhile Alexandra who knew it was true nods her head. "So, what's the colour of the day?" Alexandra heard Karis asks, before drifting back to her thoughts. Involuntarily biting her lower lips, she nearly lets out a small moan, but gets hold of herself in time. Slowly wondering if it was the effect of the series she had just watched. She had just finished watching an episode in Elite, it was a steamy scene. Maybe that would have fueled her desires, because she was damn horny right now, and couldn't think straight, she wasn't even listening to Ruby and Karis conversation again.

My heart skipped at every minute as I watched the ceremony. Elena had a wide smile on her face, she looked very beautiful truth to be told, she was the moon goddess of our time. She had gotten what she wanted to take my mate from me. Her smile was breath taking, spreading from ear to ear, as she looked at Dixon with a sexy ear. I could not stand to witness the moment, quickly ran out of the hall so I could breathe well Jolly's pov I was expecting this day ever in my life to witness a memorable moment of my brother with Elena. Smiling from chin to chin, while the elder continued the rites

Elena, legs shaking and arms trembling, answered, "do I have to run?" Norris seemed to hesitate for a few seconds before giving a short laugh and shouting back, "yeah?" Elena groaned loudly and was about to say something back at Norris when he suddenly turned and began running again. Elena, having seen that she had no other choice, inhaled and exhaled loudly before starting her slow and steady jog behind Norris. She prayed so much within her that the distance wasn't that far. Oh, how wrong she was. ***

He asks and I just nod my head. “It’s just I don’t know how can I possibly help you out with this?” I say but I shake my head, hoping to just get over with this. “Umm okay, I just need a friend to talk to and I don’t have one, at least one I can trust.” My face softens when I hear that and nod to make him continue, “So Eleanor, so close to the wedding doesn’t seem into me, doesn’t have time for me. She has to ‘work’ all the time.”

Her world narrowed. Her vision dimmed. Nora Vale Her heart slammed violently against her ribs. Her pulse roared in her ears. Holden inhaled sharply behind her—a quiet, broken sound. He stepped closer but didn’t touch her. “Silas,” he said, voice brittle. “Not like this.” Silas didn’t look at him. “She needs to remember.” Elena couldn’t tear her gaze away from the name. “Nora Vale,” she whispered, tracing it with trembling fingers. The stone felt alive under her touch. Or maybe it was her.

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,”