Elena Norwood Novels & Stories

“I don’t believe we’ve met.” Elara smiled, a small, enigmatic smile that gave nothing away. “I don’t believe we have,” she replied, her voice cool and even. Adrian extended his hand, his eyes fixed on hers. “Adrian Blackwood,” he introduced himself, as if she didn’t already know. “Elena Grey,” Elara replied, taking his hand in hers, the touch sending a jolt of electricity through her. It took everything in her not to recoil from the contact, not to show the disgust and anger that simmered beneath the surface.

"They're the same." Victoria leaned closer, studying the images. Then she laughed. "Jack, lots of people have similar eyes. That doesn't mean they're the same person." "It's not just the eyes," Jack insisted. "Elena Valdris disappeared to Lysandria eight years ago. Elena of Ravenwood Industries appeared in Lysandria eight years ago. Both named Elena. Both connected to the Ravenwood name." "Those are coincidences," Victoria said dismissively. "Jack, you're being paranoid. There's no way your nobody ex wife could have become a billionaire businesswoman."

As soon as he stepped into the penthouse, Ary opened the email fully and began reading: Elena Ava Nolan, born December 25, 1997 to Jon Patrick and Gina Marie Nolan, both of Essex, Massachusetts. Mother, deceased. Personal Details: - Age: 23 - Nationality: American - Marital Status: Married (Bradley “Brad” Hawkins) Residence and Employment: - Last confirmed residence: Shared condo with Bradley Hawkins in Lawrence, MA. - Last known employment: Junior Chef at Scavos Eatery, Essex, MA, from where she resigned, citing “personal reasons”

Or is she just over thinking? She thought bitterly. *** Across the city, Lucian was already steps aheadIsa. He met Elena outside an art gallery and she handed him a USB. “This was the original footage I found of Leo’s mystery meeting. He deleted the call logs from your shared server but i recovered them,” Elena said. Lucian clenched his jaw. “And?” “He contacted someone named Elias Norwood. Alias used by Claire’s financial handler in Denmark.” Lucian closed his eyes. “Leo’s been working both sides.”

We all clinked, laughing like villains in a N*****x drama. BONUS DISCOVERIES: Elias, the proud patriarch? Has a secret second phone. With photos of a certain younger woman… who works at the fake luxury warehouse. Guess who she is? Norma’s niece. Norma? Booked a weekend getaway to Turks and Caicos… under the name “Nora Moonlight.” Who did she book it with? A recently divorced plastic surgeon in his 30s who used to treat MJ. Let that sink in. *****

"Easy, Alpha. No need for that. I’ve seen enough. She’s... impressive. Truly. Let’s just enjoy the meal, shall we?" ​I sank back into my chair, my legs feeling like lead. Noah didn't sit back down immediately. He stood there for a long moment, his chest heaving, his gaze still fixed on Silas like a wolf waiting for the right moment to strike. ​Just as the tension began to settle, the double doors of the dining room creaked open. ​Elena stood there, her hair disheveled and her silk slip-dress wrinkled, looking like a ghost that had escaped its grave. She looked at the Grand Luna, then at the North Buyer, her eyes wide and wild.

When it finally ended, she rose immediately, gathering her papers like they were shields, and stumbled out without waiting for any confrontation. But I had to see her, so I came up with a reason to. Standing by the door, I took a deep breath and knocked. “Come in,” her voice called from outside. She looked dashing in that navy-blue dress that hugged her skin, and her ponytail sat gracefully on her head. Not for one minute did she look swayed by my presence. “Elara,” She turn She loved to push just to see how far she could go before I broke, and it infuriated and excited me. She knew what she wanted and knew how to get it, unlike Elara, who could almost pass for a remote-controlled robot.

Nora Sterling. Not Nora Vance, and not Nora Vance-Hale. My own name, bound to a legacy of art, restoration, and independent creation that no man could ever leverage against me again. "Congratulations, Director," Marcus said, a genuine, warm smile spreading across his weathered face as he extended his hand across the table. "Elena spent years fighting to keep this space from being turned into a commercial parking structure. Seeing her work saved, and seeing you lead this effort, means more to our family than I can easily put into words."

Lena's POV. “You are nothing but a clown I raised. You will die worthless and nobody will think you ever existed, not me, not even Dominic,” Elaine fumed at me with a knife in her hand. I pulled back breathing rapidly. She launched at me, screaming furiously, and I ran in any direction, my heart throbbed and my hands trembled. She was a few inches from thrusting the weapon at me when I tripped on my feet and fell to the ground.

“Speak.” Elias cleared his throat. “She arrived in Silverveil six years ago with her mother, Mira. They moved into an old cottage on the eastern edge of the territory. Elara works as a healer’s assistant at the local clinic. Quiet life. No romantic partners on record until recently—a doctor named Marcus Reed has been pursuing her. They had a date this past weekend.” Ronan growled audibly. The sound echoed my own rising fury. “And the boy?” I asked, voice dangerously calm.