Elena Of Avalor Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The embarrassment he felt was terrible, he was so close to smacking his head for being so foolish, so stupid enough to have trusted her - Eliana. The woman in front of him didn't in any way look like the sorcerer's daughter, he could still remember Eliana. She had been tall and very slim with gangly limbs, she had sharp green eyes that had only been filled with hate, then how in hell was that same person his Alena? His sweet, sharp-mouthed Alena. It made no sense and he couldn't look at Alena without reminiscing on all the things they'd shared, all the love that had existed between them. He was sure she didn't love him, despite what he chose to say. She was incapable of love, someone like he

Gabriella asked as she helped Elena up to the seat before pouring her a glass of water. Elena drank the water and smiled, " it's nothing darling. I just fell and hurt my knee. That's why I was crying" she lied. " Come, I'll help you get up" Gabriella said as she helped Elena up. CENTENARY ANNIVERSARY....... Nikita stared at Elena with hatred in her eyes as she watched as Elena arranged everything with ease and elegance. " So this is the woman who thinks she can take everything away from me? I'll never let it happen because today is going to be your last day on this earth " she said before snapping her fingers and a man who was clad in a suit appeared.

Until now, she'd refused payment for her culinary services, insisting that the protection and care she and Sky had received were more than she could repay. If she’d read Ary correctly in the kitchen, then his carefully walled heart had finally shown a crack. Yet Elena's emotional unavailability made her a risk to him because for all her light, she might not be willing to love again. Julia knew, with a mix of thrill and apprehension, that this delicate spark was about to ignite a fire neither of them could fully control. ~~~~~ Later that day, Ary leaned back in his seat and shut his eyes. But even in the darkness behind his eyelids, Elena’s smiling face appeared, sharp and impossibly vivid.

I said, trying to wrap my head around things. The main issue behind this was not only Killian right now. IF Ianos was back for revenge with the Lycan, then we were in more trouble than we could handle. It was something that neither one of us could risk. “Is there anything that I need to know about, Alvize?” Elena asked, crossing her arms over her chest. I hated to admit it, but the woman did look attractive when she did so. The interrogations, and how she spoke. The way she looked confident. She had the features that I wanted to see with my mate, but in the wrong position considering that the two of us were theoretically supposed to be against one another.

She’d kept it locked away, just as I’d tried to do with mine. “You were?” Elena’s eyes grew distant, lost in memories she’d probably tried to forget. “Long ago, before you were even born. I was young then, foolish enough to believe that love could conquer the barriers between social classes.” She moved to sit down, suddenly looking every one of her years. “I fell in love with someone I shouldn’t have. Someone far above my station.” An Alpha? A Beta at least. “Who?” I asked. “Alpha Benjamin.” The name came out like a prayer, full of old pain and older love. “Ulysses’s father.”

She took a step forward, ignoring Kaelan’s protective gesture. “You have your vengeance, Elara,” Althea said, her voice quiet. “You have painted my ruin. Is it enough?” Elara’s gaze faltered, shifting to the sketches. She had drawn love, tenderness, and escape. She had captured not just a scandal, but a truth. Her vengeance had ensnared an innocent, or at least, another victim of a different kind of drowning.

Elena cocked her head to the side as she regarded me, “So you really don’t know everything, do you?” “I know who she is! Who she truly is. And she’s strong enough to kill you!” “Oh, lover boy, you really don’t know, do you? I want the hybrid child. An Alpha’s scalp isn’t enough anymore.” “You’ll have two scalps with mine. What more could you possibly want? I accept defeat, okay?” Elena roared with laughter. “You’re not as valuable as you think, Alpha. I already have two.”

​I lifted my head, my eyes blurry from the dust and the fever from the tower. ​Through the thinning gray cloud, I saw Elena. She was standing three feet away against a broken stone pillar. Her left arm was held tightly against her chest, and her face was completely pale. Her eyes weren't burning with the cold, angry look of a High Queen anymore. Instead, they were wide, watery, and staring completely at the black altar in the center of the vault. ​Elena... I sent the thought through our permanent mental link. The connection felt heavy, vibrating with a deep, aching sadness that made my own chest feel tight.

Her grip on the glass tightened, her knuckles white. “I am Luna,” she added, her voice firmer now. “But I feel like a stranger in my own position. I donn't feel loved. I dont feel wanted. Infact, I don't feel like a Luna.” Taron watched her carefully. “Thid can't keep happening. We need you to get pregnant for the Alphas. We must find a way to fix this,” he said calmly. Elena’s eyes slowly lifted to meet his. “How? What's your proposal??”

She said it curtly, making a cyclical walk around me. "Talk, bitch! No one would save you this time. It is just you and me. I will tear you into shreds, and you do nothing about it. You may be the fake Luna, and I am very sure Avalor must have been blinded and under your spell to think of presenting you to his council as his Luna. Now tell me who goes to bed with him. Who does he sleep with all night? Who fucks him real bad at night? Me! Me! Me! Bitch!" she screamed into my face. "Avalor is the sweetest guy I have ever fucked. Awwwsh! His sexy chest and broad shoulders are second to none. I just love the way he handles me in bed. I love the way he touches me!"