Elena Norwood Novels & Stories

Elena stared sorrowfully at Noah's photo. Months had passed, but their search had yielded no results. She tirelessly followed every lead, no matter how flimsy, recklessly going wherever a rumor pointed. Once, someone told Elena they had seen Baby Noah somewhere. Without a second thought, Elena rushed there alone, without telling Bram. It turned out to be a trap set by a scammer. Fortunately, Bram had ordered his men to follow her secretly, and they managed to save her just in time.

The palace suddenly felt less like a home and more like a stage where everyone was waiting for me to fail. “Elena,” I said quietly as we turned down another hallway. “Who is Lady Nichole exactly?” Elena’s expression shifted immediately. “She’s the daughter of Alpha Victor Blackwood.” she replied stiffly “The Alpha King’s closest ally,” Elena clarified carefully. Oh. Everything suddenly made more sense.

"Come in." The door opened and a woman entered carrying a tray. She was perhaps forty, with a neat efficient bearing and dark hair pulled back from her face. She set the tray on the low table between the chairs — tea and a small plate of food, arranged with care — and straightened and looked at Elara directly. "I am Nora," she said. "I manage the household staff. The alpha asked me to make sure you had everything you needed this afternoon." "Thank you," Elara said. "That was thoughtful."

She looked at Nora first, then at Vivian. "You're Nora Bishop." "Who are you?" "Elena." Nora went still. "You're dead. Rachel told me you were dead." "I'm not dead. I've been waiting. Watching. Waiting for someone to finish what Rachel started." Nora didn't say anything. She was still working out how a dead woman was standing in front of her, calm, talking without hurry, nothing shaken in her voice at all. Vivian hadn't moved either, one hand still resting on the stair railing behind them.

Romantic! I admired them before reading the little white card that was tucked between two roses."For my Maid of Honour."I smiled, but that quickly turned to a sigh. At least I can always rely on Carmen to get me flowers. It's sweet of her. Mason walked out of the master suite holding Penelope."Who are they from?" "From a secret admirer. Are you jealous?"I joked. "No, I'm not jealous. I've no reason to be."He put Penelope down and picked up a suitcase. "Whoever they're from they clearly don't know you."

Her chin crinkled and Norah fought for her composure a moment, then bravely firmed her mouth and controlled her expression, meeting his gaze with loathing shadowing the depths of her big amber eyes. She was absolutely gorgeous in her defiance… The more Leone looked at her, the more he wanted her… Badly… Still, he chose to ignore the need desperately yelling inside him. “No, Miss Wilde. I was wondering if you are having an affair with Weldon?” he replied. “I’m not!” There was a catch in her voice before her tone strengthened. “And I wasn’t trying to start one, either. I barely know him,” Norah added, crossing her arms. “Sir, I actually… Well, I think he’s been skimming funds from his foundati

My mother clapped her hands together, "Oh, how wonderful! And now you're engaged. I'm glad he met such a wonderful young woman like you." Eliana blushed again, seeing my mother was smitten by her. My father, on the other hand said nothing as he listened to the conversation. My father cleared his throat, "Elaina Brookes. What do you do for a living?" "I work in marketing for a tech company," Eliana replied, her voice clear and confident. My father nodded, saying nothing on that as he continued with his dinner. Instead, he turned to me. "And what about you, Noah? How is work going? I heard you lost the contract with Al and Co"

After two years she will be free to get married to whoever she pleases. We sit in silence for some minutes before light footsteps are heard from the front door. A young lady in a maid’s attire with a luggage in her hand comes into view. She is soon followed by a lady clad in all black. She is also on a face cap but anyone could tell that she wasn’t a normal person because she carried a powerful aura. Emilia Peyton.

"I'll leave him a message." *** Elora sat in her hotel room with a satisfied smile. In her hand, a tablet displayed the latest news, which she had just read with satisfaction. The article discussed how Anastasia Noire was back in the spotlight, but not in a positive way. Gossip and scandal surrounded her, while Elora was praised as an innocent victim, a graceful woman who had won the public's sympathy. "Mom, you're amazing," Elora exclaimed enthusiastically, turning to Aria, her mother, who was sitting relaxed on the sofa with a glass of red wine. "Now I'm Elora in the spotlight again, and that damn woman is the villain!"

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.