Elena Story Novels & Stories

"If this is not a game, what is it?" "Justice." The word was ice. "For what Declan did to me. To all of us." "What did he do? The real story, not the version everyone keeps telling me." Elena was quiet for a long moment, stirring her coffee with deliberate care. "I met Declan when I was nineteen. Fresh out of college, ambitious, convinced I could change the world. He was twenty-two, building his empire, fascinating and cold and completely magnetic." "Vivian told me you fell in love."

“I found an old audio file last month. Luca reading a bedtime story to Elena when she was small. His voice was younger than I ever heard it. He did all the voices—dragon, knight, even the princess. Terrible French accent.” Livia laughs softly. “He never told us he could do accents.” “He couldn’t,” Elias says. “But he tried anyway.” One of the veterans—a woman who ran logistics in the Pacific for twenty years—shares next. “Elena once rerouted an entire medevac flight to pick up a single trafficked girl in a storm. Plane almost didn’t make it. She never mentioned it in reports. Just said ‘cargo delivered’ and went to bed.” I go last.

No. I was really angry because the kid was an orphan. Elena was an orphan. And... He was also a good pretender. Elena... Was a con artist. A professional pretender.

"Oh, and Veronica? You might want to start documenting your own contributions to Mark's life. You know, just in case history repeats itself." Elena walked back into the gala, her head high, her spine straight. Behind her, she could hear Mark and Veronica whispering frantically. Let them worry. Let them wonder what she was planning. Elena found Catherine Morrison at the bar and smiled. "Catherine? If you have a few minutes, I'd love to tell you the real story of how Sterling Tech was founded. I think your readers would find it very interesting." Catherine's eyes lit up. "I'm all ears."

As a loyal servant of Royals, he vowed to find them from heaven or earth no matter what it cost. Back To the relams of werewolves relam, laughter engulfed the air inside Isabella's room. Elena had come to give her company since Lucien was out of palace including Vincent. Elena spotted them leaving in hurry and wondered what had gotten in their minds. Isabella was laughing at her jokes as Elena was sharing their childhood memories. She laughed so hard that tears welled up in her eyes. Middle of their conversation, Elena asked suddenly, " Tell me your stories too. What did you do in your childhood?"

Asks, noticing my luggage is out from the closet I do not want him to find out where I am heading to "Well, I want to meet up with Ma'am Lecia to get my favourite meal and drinks from the grocery stores" I lied though it is written all over my face but I have to He smiled at me, walk closer to me "you are aware that you can tell Lil Tilly to meet up with her in the stores than going by yourself" He suggests "Or is there something you are not telling me, Elena?" He put his hands on my shoulders I gently remove his hands and walk past to the mirror seat

Secondly, With a mischievous glint in her eyes, Elena, she continued, deliberately making up a story about a shared past between her and Liam. She claimed that Liam and her used to be very good friends, and with her words,she also hinted at a possibility that her and Liam used to be more than just friends, trying to give Karen a sense of intrigue and possibly sow seeds of doubt. And the fact that all of it seemed to make Liam uneasy made her feel motivated to go on. Elena's gaze was filled with wicked delight as she told her tales, each word making Karen even more intrigued and suspicious as she listened.

Elena pov She is silent for a moment and looks at me all over. "Why am I fucked?" I say and keep my eyes on her when she takes a few quick steps and grabs my arm before she starts to drag me over to the cabin. "it could very well mean you are his mate when he said so! But either way, he has claimed you as his, and I'm sure he won't let you go. He will follow every trace to find you!" she says when we come to the cabin and she pushes the door open. I see her walk over to the closet and pull her bag out of it.

Some days turned into weeks, especially after the Nicholas incident. “So you would drive a car into my wife out of jealousy?” I ask her slowly, but then she looks at me with a confused frown. “What? I dunno what you’re talking about.” She says with a puzzled tone, “I only gave her the peanut cupcake this morning.” I looked at Elijah and wondered if I should trust her word. “No, Elena is currently fighting for her life at London Bridge Private because someone drove into her with deadly intent. We believe that person was you or hired by you.” I explain but she continues to shake her head.

If he had a job to do he preferred to see it through for himself, no matter how unwanted or potentially problematic that task might be. Potentially problematic! A bitter half-smile curled his mouth. There was nothing potential about the problems that Elena was likely to cause him... Nothing potential at all. He had heard scraps of news about her over the years, of course, mainly from lucas and Lia. Elena had completed her degree course and majored summacum laude... She was living in New York and looking for a job... She had got a job... Elena was working in Venice... In Rome... In Prague... Elena... Elena... Elena...