Pronounce Elena Novels & Stories

Elena addressed Liam, deliberately raising her voice so Albert would catch every word, serving as a dual warning to both Chloe and Liam. ​"Y-yes, it's fully taken care of, don't worry about it," Liam stammered, his words tripping over themselves as he heard Elena call him "darling" right in front of Chloe. ​"Call me 'darling' as well, sweetheart. Exactly how I address you. It sounds remarkably beautiful and romantic, doesn't it?" Elena cooed, flashing a highly manufactured, playful pout timed precisely as Albert’s camera lens focused squarely on them.

“And I much prefer the element of surprise.” She stared at him. Elena kicked inside her belly. “She agrees with you,” Selene said, a note of amusement in her voice. “She has excellent judgment,” he remarked. “She’s a Castellano Pierce,” Selene stated with a grin.

Lena's POV. “You are nothing but a clown I raised. You will die worthless and nobody will think you ever existed, not me, not even Dominic,” Elaine fumed at me with a knife in her hand. I pulled back breathing rapidly. She launched at me, screaming furiously, and I ran in any direction, my heart throbbed and my hands trembled. She was a few inches from thrusting the weapon at me when I tripped on my feet and fell to the ground.

she spoke up, wearing a smile on her face. Elena was not only beautiful, her voice was also soft and welcoming, tinged with a hint of curiosity. Her eyes, a captivating shade of amber, held a spark of warmth that weirdly eased the tension within me. "I'm Kazia," I replied, returning her smile with cautious sincerity. "Oh, the new girl! I've heard of you, dear," Elena mentioned, her tone friendly. "I regret not being here earlier to meet you. But I'm glad we finally have the chance to meet," she said and I managed to force a small smile.

I snapped. My voice broke slightly. “I am Lucia Moretti.” Elena finally looked away from me. Just briefly. At my father. And something shifted in her expression. Not anger. Not fear. History. “You named her well,” she said quietly. My father’s jaw tightened. “You shouldn’t be here.” Elena smiled faintly. “I’ve been here longer than you think.” Silence. Heavy. Uncomfortable. Alessio’s grip on my hand tightened again. He was listening.

And only three, desperate, loud taps against the door would ruin her perfect little day. “Coming.” She rushed to the door and opened it, “How may I help you?” Ellaine could barely distinguish the gender of her visitor. That’s because of the black cloak he wore. It was not until she heard his voice that she realized he was a male. Ellaine found it hard to make out the words he said in that deep, rasping voice, “..is..N..mais..Nromais..” “Sorry, what are you talking about?” “Give me the Nromais.”

“Breathe.” Elena sent her Mate a hopeful smile, and the astonishment on his face melted back into ease. Elena wore a light gold dress, light enough to melt into her alabaster skin. Her long white hair was down, with two braids wrapping around her crown. A diadem wrapped around her forehead with a single Moonstone in the center. Instead of flowers, she carried her daughter in her arms.

“Still so polite,” Elena says, straightening with an easy, practiced grace. “I was beginning to think Sicily had tamed you.” Her perfume hangs in the air—expensive, floral, designed to linger. I force my fingers to unclench around my napkin. “And you must be…” she turns to me with a bright, curious smile, as if she hasn’t already cataloged every rumor attached to my name, “…Luna.” Her Italian is smooth, accented in that high‑society way that makes everything sound like a compliment and an insult at once.

At this, her look turned fierce as she glared at him while rubbing the little girl's Alan. The expression on Alan's face at that moment seemed to be a sheepish one. The little boy who was seconds away from crying immediately pursed his lips and blinked repeatedly at his mother. "Pretty girl, what's your name?" Ignoring her son intentionally, Joanna turned her focus on Elias' daughter. A smile immediately appeared on the girl's face. "I'm Elena!" She answered, laughing happily and Joanna could make out a few missing teeth she had. "Hm, I'm Joanna and my son there is Alan. Thank you and your....?" At this Joanna paused, not knowing the relationship between Elena and Elias.

I took it from her and put it on, then laid on the bed. I needed this. “Girl, you do.” Rhea agreed. “Mom.” Viola suddenly called, breaking the silence like it was already suffocating for her. “Hmm…” Elena's reply dragged dryly. “What do you think about Elaine?” Viola asked. My ears suddenly tinted up. My mind was attentive to what Elena’s reply would be. “What I think about Elaine?” Elena repeated. She sounded just as surprised as I was about the question. “Yeah,” Elena kept quiet for a moment, then her voice came up, “Well, she seems like a nice, smart lady.” She said, her choice of words carefully picked with certainty.