Yelena Avengers Novels & Stories

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.

She turned back to Elizabeth, and the two locked eyes for a second before Yelena chuckled, her mouth stretching into her signature scornful smile. “We’ll see who’s the better bitch,” she warned, walking away. Yelena was exploring every opportunity—any slight window that would grant her access to Jonathan before the dinner lists were revealed. This was her only chance to defend herself before the family since the breakup. As the day drew closer and time seemed to shrink, the two were drifting apart despite the support of Jonathan’s mother.

Michelle was stunned. Ms. Jenner? Was one Ms. Jenner in Imperial Media not enough? There was another one now? Yelena looked at her as well, her gaze turning from confusion into jealousy and rage. “Hah, Mr. Yale’s stopping me from entering because of this sl*t?” Michelle was angry, but before she could retort, Yelena slapped her! “You wh*re!” Yelena was no delicate award-winning actress. The actress’ slap was part of filming, but Nelly had trained Yelena to get into battle mode.

Madam Yelena being Madam Yelena had immediately nodded her head with a smile on her face and responded with a; "Of course, Alpha Ares. Whatever you say will be." While I stood there with my mouth gaped open because firstly; I was blatantly ignored, but what had I expected? I was freaking kidnapped, I didn't expect to ask for my opinion or anything. And secondly, Madam Yelena smiled. The grumpy old lady never smiled at anyone. It was almost like she was in love with Ares, but I knew it was nothing short of motherly love. I knew she cared greatly for Ares and would do anything for him.

Yes Enzo has made my womanhood feel things that I’m curious about exploring but he had no rights. “He’s wrong, I am hungry,” I told her, I’m not even going to bother with explaining myself to anyone let them think what they want. Today I put myself in a box and conceal it, today I’m no longer myself. I'm Dwayne Isla Martagos daughter, a classy lady that doesn’t misbehave or speak her mind. She just smiles and agrees and does what she’s told, including meeting my fiancé. “What can I get for you?” Selma asked.

Yelena shouted. Yelena really wanted to take Bethany with her in her final moment. Then, she thought better of it. If she took Bethany, they would still fight over Shane even in death. “Bethany, why would they be willing to die for you? What’s so special about you that I don’t have?” Yelena closed her eyes and raised her hand to strike Bethany. At that moment, the sniper fired. A bullet hit Yelena in the forehead. The knife fell from her hand.