Jentzen And Elliana Novels & Stories

She snorted, snatching the card from her hand with an irritated eye roll. “How can I agree to marrying a complete stranger I just had a one night stand with?! Are you thinking at all?!” “What do you mean complete stranger?! This is Harold Houston we’re talking about! America’s most eligible bachelor, every other lady would kill to be in your position right now!” Jane tried to persuade. “America’s Most Eligible bachelor?! Can you stop exaggerating sis,” she muttered as she unfolded her legs and stood up from the bed. “He ain’t even that popular, I don’t know him!” She added in a mutter.

Elena was in the kitchen with Brianna, they were making sure they'd gotten everything right because the centenary anniversary was in three days and they needed to make a name for the restaurant. She brought Gabriella along, not because she didn't trust Jessica but because firstly, she wanted to spend time with her and secondly, she was scared of what Josh would do to her sister. " And the tomatoes? Make sure they're delivered in two days. I don't want any mistakes" she said and washed her hands before bending to Gabriella. " And you my princess, what do you want to have for lunch?" She asked.

I know they are observing me like I'm their prey which makes my heart strikes faster. As if Eren understands my fright, his hand slides down my arm and takes my hand in his. I then feel how sweaty is his hand. He is scared too, but he is still trying to comfort and protect me. I need to be courageous too. I can't make him feel more down. "E-Ethan." Eren finally pronounces, meeting the eyes of the taller man with curly dirty dark hair. His eyes then move to the other bald one. "Evan." "And Elias." He says lastly to the man with a lizard haircut.

She tilted her head as a gesture to get reply from Mr. Faven, her father. But he was, too, shocked to say anything, his eyes slowly turned toward Cory, whose jaws were dropped in shock. “How can you do that, Elin?” she questioned her ignoring Mr. Faven questionable stare toward her. “Why? What’s wrong with this?” Elin shrugged her shoulder and raised her eyebrows. Impersonator? For a second Cory wondered whether someone else was in front if her and not Elin. The mean Elin, who only cared about getting what she wants was thinking about orphanage children, what was she up, too?

“Or I’ll put a bullet through your head right now.” Julian gasped for air, face turning red. He let out a series of uncontrollable coughs when Dex released him. “I… I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he choked out. Elian stepped closer, crouching down again so he was eye level with Julian. His voice was calm, but the madness in his eyes was unmistakable. “I know you and Elena fucked,” Elian said softly. “I know you two were working together. So it’s impossible for both of you to not know who you’re working for, right?”

"Fake! This is fake!" Kieran’s face filled with panic as he shouted as well, "That’s right! This must be AI-generated. We're not those people in the video! Elara, have you lost your mind? Just to help Rowan fight for property, you’d even fabricate evidence like this? Do you realize that’s a crime?" They lunged forward like headless flies, scrambling to snatch the phone from Elara’s hands. At that moment, court officers rushed forward and restrained them.

"She’s using Isabella as bait. She knows I’ll come for her. She wants me back on her turf, where the Five Families have absolute control." Elara looked at her husband—the man who had just lost his home, his company, and his sister in a single night. She took his hand, her eyes flashing with a cold, calculated fire. "Then we don't go as refugees, Lucian," she said. "We go as an invading force. Kaelen! I need the lab. We’re going to synthesize a 'Renaissance' that Zurich will never forget."

Their dysfunction was larger than anything I had ever witnessed. Back in the private dining room, the air felt colder and thinner. Sebastian and Luca sat across from each other, identical eyes locked in mutual irritation, two storms held together by the thinnest thread of family obligation. The silence dragged. Luca forced a smile—the kind that didn’t reach his eyes. “So… Eleanor studied computer science,” he announced stiffly, as if small talk could glue over the gaping fracture. Sebastian’s gaze slid to me. A flicker of genuine surprise crossed his features.

His face fills the screen, tie loosened, whiskey in hand. “. You owe me a yacht for killing Celeste’s video.” Ethan smirks. “You sank one in Paris. We’re even.” Dante laughs. “Fair. Lila, you look smug.” I hold up the tablet, its Eleanor’s portrait, her eyes are narrowed. “Working on her villain arc.” Dante whistles. “Frame it. Hang it in the nursery.” I throw a pillow at the screen. “Out.” **** Eleanor’s Townhouse.

Celine walked in with a faint smile, dressed in a pale pink gown that clashed sharply with the room’s cold atmosphere. Liam didn’t turn around. “You came without permission.” “This is your office, not a prison,” Celine replied lightly. “I’m just surprised. It’s been two months, and you’re still obsessed with a woman who left without looking back.” “She didn’t leave,” Liam said coldly. “She’s just lost.” Celine raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure?” Liam turned to her, his gaze sharp. “Elara is used to being protected. She’s never made a major decision on her own. Sooner or later, she’ll run out of money, run out of courage—and then she’ll come back.”