Pronounce Elena Novels & Stories

I have to rein in my foolish tongue. "You don't look like an aunty, so it's inappropriate to refer to you as one. We can call her Amber, kids." I looked at Elan instead of her delicious lips because I wanted to shift my focus. He indicated his understanding by nodding his head in agreement. "Aun.. aunt..aunty..."Elena spoke this word and laughed aloud. The second word she learned to pronounce was this one. "Elena, say it again. Wow!" When I hear a new word come out of her mouth, I find it difficult to put into words how happy I am.

She is a polite and friendly person. "I'm not done yet, Ms. Prakash," Elena said in a sharp tone. Everyone fell silent. Actually a lot of people don't really like Elena, because of her rude and arrogant nature. However, she is an asset that brings many benefits to Eternal and of course she is Eternal's flagship model.

“We meet again, Ermmmm…what was your name again?? Ahh Eliana…” Sophie took Drake’s hand as she looked at Elaine with a friendly smile. “What brings you here?” Elaine’s eye quickly moved to the their locked hands. Looking at that seriously hurt even if she acted as if she was alright. The attitude of the woman also seriously pissed her off. “Ohh no no, you got me wrong miss. It’s Elaine not Eliana…..I suggest you start taking alphabets lesson miss.” Elaine was not the one to hold back what came to her mind.

It felt cold. Elena took a deep breath, her eyes hazy, chest rising and down in an uneven rhythm. "Listen... to me, Enzo," she said, in a gravelly voice, like the rustling of dead autumn leaves. "I need you to... marry Lilliana Russo... I want to know that we... made peace with the Russos... Only then will my soul... rest in peace." With tear-filled eyes, she looked at him. "Promise me... you will fulfill... this last wish... of mine."

And Lucian Moretti did not tolerate failure. Elena’s phone buzzed. She didn’t need to look at the screen to know. She picked it up anyway. A single message. “He’s getting close.” Elena closed her eyes briefly. Then opened them again. Calm. Steady. Prepared. “Of course he is,” she murmured. Eli looked up from the floor. “Who?” Elena smiled faintly. “No one you need to worry about.” Eli studied her. “You’re lying.”

I smiled demurely at him. "Enchanted to meet you." He purred. I inclined my head with a smile. I glanced at the woman, but she seemed fine with his action. I retracted my hand and leaned back into my seat. She turned to me and smiled a genuine smile and I was immediately relieved. She was a pretty woman, a bit plump, but otherwise, pretty. She introduced herself as Elza, with an s, because the z is pronounced as s. I smiled politely as she talked my head off. She chatted non-stop, about the children she'd left back in Canada, and how different things were there.

I grinned, "I'll have to catch up with her energy later." Elena is a perfect combination of both Zyra and Nicolas. She has green eyes like her mother but sharp pointed nose like her father. It makes me feel like a proud aunt to even look at her. Elena Faith Russo is one absolute miracle in the life of my older brother and my best friend.

But unlike all the other Elenas they had encountered, this one did not say I am the original. Did not say I am the true one. Did not say you stole my life. She simply said: “My name is Elena.” Mara muttered: “Of course.” The voice gave a dry laugh. “I know.” That was different. Elena stepped forward. “Which Elena?” The woman paused. “Mine.” Elias smiled faintly. Good answer. Elena continued. “Why are you here?” “Because she stopped.” “The seventh subject?” “Yes.” “How do you know her?”

I was kind of looking forward to it. “Yayyy, it's uncle Luca's wife,” the eight year old who opened the door to usher me in, screamed out to the rest of the people in the house. “Hello, I'm little Elena but they call me Lena so the other Elena doesn't get mad,” she whispered the last part in a not-so-subtle way. “I'm eight!” She boasted, holding out eight fingers for me to see. A laugh escaped my throat involuntarily and I smiled shyly at her. “Well! It's nice to meet you, little Elena. I'm Nazlynn, big Nazlynn,” I said in an attempt to humor her.

I know that they are my parents, but I just can't deal with them right now. "Elena," she yelled, grabbing our attention. She was dressed in a black long dress that had a slit that stopped right above her thigh, which really looked complimented her fair skin and her curvy body. Her brown hair was in a neat bun, her brown eyes scanned the place, and once they landed on Alexander, a wide smile made its way onto her face. Am I missing something here or...? "Hey aunt Laila, how are you?" she said in a bubbly Spanish accent.