Yelena Avengers นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I continued, "The Sterling family? It has never been my goal, nor my ambition. Compared to what I truly seek, the Sterling surname is nothing. "Each time I was reborn, I mastered a new skill—medicine, martial arts, hacking, wealth, and so on. Your so-called 'plot knowledge'? It's utterly worthless to me." Yelena's gaze drifted to the ceiling, and she let out a bitter laugh. "So that's it… that's the truth… I really was just a joke…" Her chest spasmed violently for a moment, then stilled. Her eyes never closed. She died with them wide open.

she said coldly. James looked at Yelena and asked, “Do you have money right now?” Yelena took out a bank card and said, “No, I only have this. I only use this card when I’m out. I don’t know how much is in the card, though.” “Alright.” James nodded. Yelena was a member of Durandal’s Imperial family. Thus, she must have an astronomical amount of money in her bank account. James looked at the landlord and said, “As long you tell me the details of what happened, I’ll reward you accordingly. How about ten million Eyrothia Dollars?”

I breathed, forcing a breathless laugh out of my throat. “I thought you were in the asylum. Did they let you out, or do they let lunatics out for a midnight stroll?” “The only lunatic in this room is the little girl who thought she could bury my son and live his life,” Yelena returned, her voice didn't waver. Not a single tremor. “I've been waiting for you to come for this. I knew your greed wouldn't let you leave without the one thing that could destroy you.” “Give it to me, Yelena,” I snarled, my desperation bleeding out as my claws came out in a snap. “You’re sick, you're confused. That drive is the property of Collins industries.”

Elena Valentine emerged slowly from the fog. Half of her face was horribly burnt, and one eye had turned white. ​"Did you think Lucas Smith could save you?" Elena gave a raspy laugh. "He was just a pawn. You were our real target. With the blood running through your veins, we will create thousands of super-soldiers. And what is inside that golden box is the new god of this world."

The beats from the music made her remember Damon. She danced harder, screaming again, “Come on! Louder!” She turned too quickly and crashed face-first into a stranger's warm, solid chest. “Shit—sorry!” she gasped, using her hands to balance herself after she hit the stranger. Her waist got caught by strong hands that belonged to a man with big hands and familiar hands. Elena slowly raised her gaze to him. Her heart thudded heavily against her chest. It was him. Damon Voss stood there in the VIP section, looking down at her with dark, burning eyes. His black shirt had the top buttons open, showing smooth, tanned skin and a hint of hard muscle.

Tessa as Elena – POV It was a quiet Friday evening. I sat in front of Elena’s vanity, scrolling through red carpet videos on her tablet, trying to study her poses, her expressions and her aura. It was Elena’s first public outing since the accident. And I was still trapped in her body. There could be no mistakes. I had to walk beside her fiancé, wear her shoes and make the world believe Elena Scarlet was back. My phone buzzed, breaking my train of thought.

Standing in front of the main server, typing into a control panel, was a woman. Tall. Blonde. Dressed in all black. And when she turned, Ayesha’s breath caught. Elena Vasquez. One of Davos’ top operatives. She smiled. “You’re late.” Leena groaned. “Of course it’s her.” Ayesha’s jaw tightened. “Step away from the console, Elena.” Elena tilted her head. “You really think I’d make it that easy?” Then, the alarm sounded. And the trap snapped shut.

“Yeah, but if I’m going to learn how things work, I need to stick with you for a while, right?” I arch a brow. “And what exactly do you think learning ‘how things work’ entails?” Yelena plops down in the chair opposite me, her fingers tapping rhythmically on the polished mahogany. “I’ve decided I want to settle down. For good this time. Get a job, make some money—work for you.” I shake my head before she even finishes her sentence. “You’re not working for me, Yelena. What I do isn’t safe. You went to business school; you can find a job anywhere else that doesn’t come with the possibility of a bullet to the head.”

“Then why help me?” “Because I used to be like you. Smart. Curious. In love with someone powerful enough to lie to me without blinking.” Elena pulled a folded envelope from her coat pocket. “Inside are names. Not all enemies. But not all friends. You’ll need both.” Ava stared at it. “Be careful,” Elena said, standing up. “You’re not Lila. But if you keep digging, they’ll treat you like you are.” And just like that, she walked away.

Even with the Crow of Jae Hyun helping to protect the place, each fight between a black bird and a wolf reminded her of the situation they were in. After a few minutes, where Yelena took the opportunity to tease Yuji with kisses, the result was ready. And really, it was a blood of something she had never seen before, someone who really wasn’t like them. At that moment someone opened the door, it was her mother and father. Her progenitor had dark hair, as well as hers, and gray eyes. Yelena ran to hug them and show the news. Her father, Octaviano Petrova, put the glasses on to start the analysis and together they sketched out ideas of how to use that blood.