Eleonora Not Invading Novels & Stories

She would have been swooning over, if he had not taken her captive from her own home. She reluctantly extended her hand to him but just before he took it. Luca approached them. “I need to speak with you Elena.” She had almost forgotten all about Luca Moretti. Her mind had been preoccupied. She opened her mouth to speak but Orlando beat her to it. “The Don wants to have a word with her.” “I could speak with her after.” Orlando shook his head, “I highly doubt that, more so now that she is mine”

* Elena responded through their mind link. *Something you will come to understand is that power responds to need.* Elena was more confused than before. She only hoped she'd figure it all out in time. *** Despite Roland's warning to stop gossiping, word had spread through the entire pack, reaching Mona's already unraveling mind. She didn't believe the stories. They couldn't be real. There's no way that Elena dominated a trained warrior, and Roland didn't do anything about it.

Letting go of Lauren, I walked over to Stefano allowing him to whisper in my ear. My sister, Eleonora had caused trouble once again. Being the only girl in the Santoro family and the mafia princess, Eleonora thrived on pushing my limits. This time, she had caused trouble at one of my clubs and brought the police to my doorstep. She knew the rules but Eleonora didn’t give a f**k about them. Not with the elders protecting her. With her around, I knew I had to move the money out soon. “What’s going on? Is something wrong with Sylas or Taylor?” Lauren’s voice suddenly made me turn to her.

He didn't care about anything his wife decided to come up with because he had never made a mistake in the way he trained Eleonora but of course, Eleonora will beg to differ on that one. "Mother, can you answer me or do I have to finish my food first before you do?" Eleonora smiled a bit as if she didn't just indirectly insult her mother. Not blatantly insulting but her father wouldn't agree with that. "I do not know why you even thought for a second that I will try to poison you but-" Rosaline was interrupted just when she was getting to the interesting part of her explanation.

" I just felt a tingling pain in the back of my neck and then I passed out. For days, my hands were chained and I was locked in a tent. Elena, who had tried to seduce Leon, brought me food regularly every day, and I even suspected that she had put a drug in the water which caused my stupor, otherwise I should not have been so lethargic every day. All this to prevent me from spoiling the plan of rebellion at Lyons! Elena told me that Leon was at the front against King Nick's army, and her tone was always so cheerful and excited when she spoke of Leon. I even saw the affection in Elena's eyes. If Leon had won the war, would he have made Elena his mistress? When he became king, countless women

they would succeed someday. Despite my best attempts, the tears flowed freely down my cheeks now. "Oh, really?" He released a bitter, humorless chuckle, his voice as cold as ever, "So, what were you doing then? I truly believe there's nothing more to you than your body, Elena, and do I look like a fool to you that I'd blindly believe whatever shit you'd say?" his grip tightened, "You're trying to escape the pack, aren't you? Sleeping with a soldier to gain their favor and slip past the border, isn't that your plan? I can't blame you, really. Anyone in your shoes would want to escape. It's not easy being the daughter of that bastard, but it was never supposed to be easy, because you're just l

Leonora took his hands into hers. “We don’t even know for sure that the prophecy is about Enora.”, Leonora exclaimed in frustration. “It said ‘old enemies must unite’. I mean, Enora was brought up so far outside of these communities, what enemies could she possibly encounter? “ Elio sighed heavily, his shoulders slumping with the weight of their conversations. “I don’t know, Leonora. But the Oracle’s warnings cannot be ignored. We must tread carefully.”, he said, his voice tinged with resignation.

“For the future.” Elena’s pulse kicked harder, a drum in her chest. She’d braced for a lot—raids, wars, blood—but not this. Not Jeremy storming the system, not him painting a target this big. He wasn’t just running—he was declaring war on every power in Italy, inviting a fight that could bury them all. Too late now—the words were out, live to millions, no rewind. ***** *** **** ****** *** **** **** ***** ******

"Don Elio, please don't be angry. That child Eleonora is sensitive by nature. She's probably just feeling a little hurt and hiding somewhere to cool off." "She comes from a fallen family and has nowhere else to go in New York. She'll have to come back to you in the end. After all, you made a blood oath, a little fight between husband and wife..." "That's right," the old Don quickly agreed. "Don, you can rest assured. The moment she shows up, we'll hold her and personally deliver her back to your manor." These fawning reassurances sounded like nails on a chalkboard to Elio. Eleonora hadn't returned to her family's estate? Then where could she have gone? And who was the person driving that arm

She would successfully get Frederico off her back and get Leo all to herself. She had gotten to Eleonora's room while thinking of ways to get Leo to resent her when she heard her speaking to someone over the phone. She couldn't make out the conversation, but she was sure that Eleonora had brought in contraband so she left and came back with guards that evening. “Eleonora, is it true that you brought a contraband into the clan?” Nicholas questioned and Eleonora couldn't even lift her head. Tears continued to trail down her face.