Katherine And 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.

A mural with countless photos of my parents, from different periods of their lives, is at the entrance to the room. "Elena, my God!" Katherine screams, literally. I do not have time to spot them before she runs up to us and wraps Elena in a tight hug. She is the wife of Elliot, another cousin of mine. “I missed you, girl” "Me too" Elena agrees, then follows Kate into the room. She even looks back at me, perhaps silently apologizing for her abrupt departure. I would like to spend a few more seconds looking at him, but Elliot calls me.

~Elena Katherine’s mouth was quivering, not quite a smile. She let the silence sit for a second, like a challenge, then reached into the clutch at her side and produced a thin envelope. The move was small, practiced, one of those gestures that means you’ve rehearsed surrender and leverage a dozen different ways. “You want something worth my life?” she said, folding her fingers around the paper as if it were delicate glass. “Fine. I’ll give you three things, Elena. Three reasons to keep me breathing.” She slid the envelope across the table.

He looked like he’d walked straight out of a movie. And then there was me. Frail, small, in a janitor’s uniform. As if he had picked up the wrong girl by mistake. Over a thousand comments scrolled beneath it. The one with the most likes made my breath catch. That's Katherine Dalton! Who murdered Elisa to steal the Luna’s place. Now she’s after Lucien. We don’t know who Lucien’s mate is, but she should be careful. Elisa was also fooled by Katherine’s lies, and it cost her everything.

Friday morning, I left for Seattle before dawn. Marcus drove in silence, sensing I needed space to process everything. My chest ached where the artificial bond was fraying, but underneath the pain was something else. Relief. Freedom. The beginnings of clarity. Katherine was waiting at her apartment with Adrian and someone new: a woman in her forties with warm brown skin and eyes that glowed faint gold. "Elena Vasquez," Katherine introduced her. "The third Daughter." "Second generation," Elena corrected, embracing me like we were old friends. "Your mother saved my life once. I've been waiting years to meet her daughter." She pulled back, studying me. "You look like her. Same fire in your eyes

"Don't try to flip the blame. You and this fake doctor planned this! You brought him here just to stop Drake from saving Grandpa!" Elena’s eyes burned with hot tears. Her own family was turning against her in her darkest hour. She felt a surge of pure rage, bending down to pull off her shoe to throw it at Harlan's lying face. But Harlan was a coward, he quickly ducked behind his mother. "You should have stayed there if you were a real man," Elena said, her body trembling. “And watch me spill your blood. "Enough! Keep quiet!" Margaret barked at her. "I don't want to hear another word from you. If you know what’s good for you, get ready to marry Drake today. And you better pray my husband stay

Even though she wasn't close to her mother, her support wasn't too much to ask for, was it? “Don’t slouch,” came her mother's voice. As if summoned by Elara’s thoughts, Katherine entered the room with a phone pressed to her ear, giving Elera a once-over and a dismissive nod. “You’re decent. At least you won’t embarrass us.” Elera said nothing but gave a slight roll of her eyes. ‘So much for motherly support’. She thought. “Come now Elara." Katherine's voice interrupted her thoughts.Today is your wedding day not a funeral . Certainly it would warrant a smile. Katherine told her in a dry tone.She had hung up her phone to find her daughter scowl as ferocious as that of a person going into battl

Lila. “Tell me you’ve looked at the designs,” her manager’s voice came through. “I’m halfway through. The blue velvet gown needs adjustment on the neckline,” Elena said, scrolling quickly. “Noted,” Lila said. “Oh, by the way — Kelvin’s agency reached out.” Elena blinked. “Kelvin?” “Yes. He wants to attend the Maison Élitaire winter showcase with Vanessa Hale. As a couple.” Elena almost fell out of her chair. “They’re going public?”

I should’ve written her off as a one-night distraction, a beautiful mistake, but something about her had burrowed under my skin, and the longer I stood there, the more it festered. An hour later, Matteo returned, a folder tucked under his arm. The look on his face told me I wasn’t going to like what he found. “She’s… nobody,” he said, flipping open the file and tossing it onto the counter. “Elena Russo, works as a waitress at that little Italian place on 5th, no criminal record, no known affiliations, just an ordinary girl.” Ordinary? Bullshit. There was nothing ordinary about the way she carried herself, the sharpness in her eyes, the way her smile never quite reached her mouth. Ordinary gi

I forced my chin up, meeting his dead gaze. "I, Alpha Kaelen of the Northern Court," he stated, each word cutting through me like a knife, "do not accept the trickery of the moon. I reject you, Elena of the Crescent Pack, as my mate and future Luna." The room collectively drew in a sharp breath.