Fifty Shades Elena Novels & Stories

Kenneth suddenly stepped in. “ Miss Kayla, you see that van parked right there, with just one word from me, you could disappear from this Earth without any trace, so am going to ask just once more, where is Elena?” “ Do not threaten me Mr. Kenneth, am the only daughter and the heir to RAVEN MAGAZINE, I can’t vanish just like that. Elena is inside having fun, you know nothing about her, she is a slut” “ Tell the men to let us in” Kenneth spoke coldly.

The threshold between the hallway and the penthouse felt like a no-man’s-land—one that neither Sebastian nor Scarlett wanted to step into, but neither was willing to retreat from. Elena stood there, untouched by time in a way that was almost unnatural. Her hair, the same glossy chestnut waves, framed a face that had once been beautiful in a way that was dangerous still was. Her smile didn’t reach her eyes, and her eyes didn’t hide the satisfaction in seeing them both.

She tries to lean her head on my shoulder, but I shift my weight, subtly pushing her off. "I’m here to do a job, Annabel. Stay close, look pretty, and don't ask for a second date," I mutter. My eyes are already scanning the ballroom, ignoring the flashes of the paparazzi and the forced smiles of the city’s power players. I lift my eyes off my phone, scanning the crowd near the center stage, and that’s when I see her. Elena is standing near a marble pillar, clad in a floor-length black dress that hugs every curve of her figure like a second skin. It’s elegant, understated, and absolutely lethal. I feel a familiar, violent thud in my chest. Across the distance, our eyes lock.

" Elena Thompson, 24 years old, a nurse at Greenhill Hospital, Carmen read out loud; she couldn't help but snort as she threw the paper on the ground. Are you sure she's the one? Is she even fit to be Sean's maid? I feel like something isn't right. How can Sean possibly be into a low-class woman? She let out a mirthless laugh. Hand me her photo; let's see that slutty face of hers that Sean loves looking at. She stretched her hand out, and Mrs. Wallner passed a brown envelope to her. She tore it open and brought out photos of Elena. The lady had waist-length black hair with a touch of caramel color. She also noticed the lady is tall, has fair skin, and is stunning.

She dropped the note and stood up trying to pull herself together. Elena is the oldest daughter of Mr. Alcantara, a petite slim girl with thick curly wave hair that framed her delicate oval face, her Hazel Green eyes were a mixture of Doe and siren but they were not as innocent as her, she had a nice pointed nose, slim heart shape lips, and a nice thick slim shape, her body was the dream of every lady including her best friend and men were not an exception.

Instead, she rocked her hips, the slick heat of her core brushing against his hardness, drawing a deep groan from him. Elena’s lips curved into a mischievous smile, her confidence radiating as she took control. She leaned forward, her hands resting on his chest, her breasts swaying tantalizingly close to his face. Helios’s hands moved to her waist, guiding her as she sank down onto him, inch by agonizing inch. She gasped, her head tipping back as she took him fully, her body stretching to accommodate his size.

She was startled by the presence of a lady in her room, almost losing her balance. “Who are you?” She questioned, staring at the beautiful lady in a maid's uniform. She was a ginger, with freckles all over her face, Eleonora thought they made her even prettier. “My name is Elizabeth.” She beamed, but the glint in her eyes quickly dispersed when she saw the terrible state Eleonora was in.

--- Back to Nick Three days later, another ghost walks in. This one hides it better. Elena Moretti — money launderer, syndicate accountant, survivor. She smiles when she sees Rafe, but there’s calculation behind it. She sits. Orders tea. Studies him like she’s solving a puzzle. I don’t leave my seat. She doesn’t look at me directly — which tells me she knows exactly who I am. When Rafe steps away, she finally speaks. “He looks good,” she says lightly. “He’s alive,” I answer.

One brunette, curves like a Ferrari, in a scrap of red lace that barely covered her tits. The other, blonde, slimmer, with legs that went on forever, draped in black fishnets and a thong that left nothing to imagination. They straightened when I entered, eyes lighting up with that mix of fear and greed I loved. "Alejandro," the brunette purred, sliding off the couch. "We’ve been waiting." I didn’t smile. Didn’t need to. "Names?" "Valeria," the brunette said, stepping closer, her hand trailing down my chest.

he opened his eyes widened. Elena giggled as she saw her projection on the tray. She took the tray from Edward and handed it back to the waiter. “Thank you.” She beamed at the young woman. The wine was poured into three glasses. Elena stared at Belinda Jay. That evening she appeared fantastic. With a red blossomed night gown, strapless and a white diamond necklace, Belinda looked so shining. Her red strawberry lipsticks, smokey glamored eye makeup, she kept swaying her hips on the seat she sat on while she talked and joked.