Elena Story Novels & Stories

Zara had never once been prideful for her heritage even when I didn’t know she was a Princess so I was glad that her family were the same. Elena was telling me about the time she was in FBI and how she caught the biggest cartel drug ring leader because I wanted to know more about her but my knees buckled and a shiver of pleasure rolled over my entire body feeling the vibrations. I nodded along, clenching my knuckles on the glass of arak, the sweet white colored alcohol.

"A lot." Elena nodded. "And you've loved." Another affirmation. Elena hesitated, then nodded again. Giulia sighed. "Always so complicated, my dear. Come in. There's coffee and cookies." Two hours later Sitting on the terrace, with the sea as their witness, Elena told what she could tell. She didn't speak of secret missions or corpses. She spoke of Sofia, of the truth about her death, of the other women. She spoke of Dante, of the boy, of the broken family they had begun to put back together.

Maya whispered, “That was actually pretty good.” Sarah elbowed her. “Please don’t encourage him.” “I wasn’t.” “You absolutely were.” The woman ignored them. “My name is Elena.” I stared at her. “Elena.” She nodded. “I was the first successful experiment.” My mother suddenly gasped. “No.” Elena looked toward her. “You remember me.” My mother backed away. “You were supposed to be dead.” Elena’s smile disappeared. “That was the story.” I looked between them. “What story?” My mother looked at me with tears.

WRITER POINT OF VIEW Elena stood at the balcony of her room making a phone call while sipping from a bottle of Scotch, she wasn't looking so happy on the phone call, she was rather irritated over the things the person she was speaking to was saying. She gulp down a large quantity of the scotch. "Jane shouldn't have gone far, turn down everywhere, I need her alive as soon as possible." She said darkly liting a stick of cigarette "Okay boss, I have dispatched some of our men to go to Brazil in search of her." Snake said

“But I posted something. Something I shouldn’t have seen.” “What did you post?” “A video.” Holden froze. Elena continued, the words dragging themselves out of her chest like thorns. “Five years ago, I worked at a small events company. We often sent staff to service private parties, corporate events, VIP clubs. One night, I… I accidentally entered the wrong restricted room at one of Wang’s venues.” Her voice trembled, but she forced herself to go on. “There was a girl inside. Crying. Barely conscious. She wasn’t supposed to be there. And before I could help her, someone came in. Men. They dragged her away.”

Thirty minutes later, Elena knocked and entered her room. Elena took Bella’s hand as she began, “Let me tell you a story, a short one. There was a girl once, deeply in love with her best friend. They grew up together, inseparable. Then one day, her father arranged her marriage to an older man. She wept herself to sleep at night. But when the day came and they married, she slowly realized he wasn’t as terrible as she’d thought. He was kind to her. A woman’s heart is as deep as the ocean, and the secrets it holds are hers alone.”

"As soon as possible, Raul." * * Elena stood before the oversized mirror in her bedroom, draped in a pristine white towel after her recent bath. Her mind wandered to the events of the previous night with Luca, the son of her greatest adversary. Despite her loathing for him and the way he had treated her like a prized possession, she couldn't help but think that her plan was progressing well. With a spy embedded within the Romano group providing her with regular updates on Luca's whereabouts, she knew that he was her primary target. If she could successfully capture him, then the destruction of the Romano group would be a mere formality.

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...

“Fine, if Nicholas won't do this, then I'll do it myself. I'll find that motherfucker and get rid of him all by myself.” … “How is it at the east mansion?” Elizabeth questioned, her fingers stroking her locks as she stared at Eleonora who had a sad expression on her face. “Good, I guess.” “You should count yourself lucky. I'm sure it's peaceful over there, all you have to do is serve Pablo and his sons. I wish that was my life.” She sighed dramatically, but Eleonora was not convinced. She might be far away from Anne-Marie’s taunting and she wasn't a sex slave anymore but something still felt totally wrong. The way Leo asked her to leave last night was still playing over and over in her head

The dark didn’t argue. __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Far away, Elena cut flowers for strangers who didn’t know her name. She smiled when spoken to. She paid in cash. She stayed invisible. That was the deal she had made with the world. But as she locked the shop that night, a woman passed by and said casually “Did you hear? Adrian Volkov is getting married.” Elena’s chest tightened. She didn’t turn around. She didn’t ask questions. She just walked home holding Mateo’s hand, repeating the lie she needed to survive.