Yelena Belova Comic Novels & Stories

The couple suspiciously locked their gaze on Yelena. "And what made you worthy of our trust?" Lady Laenyra asked. Yelena's gaze shifted in her direction and gave her a cold smile. "I drowned thousands of men in seas. And feed children to lions. I'm a woman of words and I never break promises." Yelena responded coldly and Laenyra felt fear from her place when the woman's head creepily tilted to the side and smiled at her. Laenyra quickly holds her husband's hand.

“How did I get so lucky? How was everything so easy? Even if you shoot me and kill the princesses, I still won, and you'll find out soon when it's all over.” “Are you trying to scare me or what? You're at my mercy!” Yelena was definitely not used to being this important. She was spiraling out of control and probably about to go ballistic. It was insane, how different she was, how monstrous she had become. “Am I really?” Varce was clearly still pushing her buttons and I really wished he would stop talking. Can't he see that all odds were against us. Unless…no way.. “Varce Bosta you-”

“You’ll take care of them yourself, Lenochka! You’re not dying!” “Liars go to hell, Evelina,” she smiled, her eyes growing hazy. “And one more thing. Ya. Yamelyan. He’s a fool. He has flaws the size of the Kremlin. But he loves you in a way that makes me sick with envy. Reunite with him. Make me the happiest person in the grave by letting that man be happy for once. He’s earned it.” Her hand went limp in mine. Her chest gave one final, stuttering heave, and then… silence.

DMITRI “Have I ever told you that I like this new you?” Yelena’s voice drips with amusement as she lounges on the sofa in the corner of my office. Her legs are crossed, a playful pout on her lips. “Everyone says it’s impossible to change a man set in his ways, but Ana’s a magician.” I stare at the bouquet sitting on my desk, my eyes narrowing. “How?” Yelena uncrosses her legs, strolling over to my desk with her usual air of confidence. She pulls out the chair across from me and sits down, her gaze fixed on the flowers. “Did you pick these out yourself?” she asks, her tone teasing.

After Kimi’s ordeal, and some time at the clinic, I’d learned to see signs of trauma. Yelena shrugged my hand off of her. “Why should I tell you anything? I know you’re trying to get rid of Chelsea and me!” I stared at her in shock. “I’m not going to apologize for trying to protect my sorority sisters from Chelsea’s tyranny.” “Protect your sisters from her tyranny,” she snorted and hugged herself. A tear rolled down her cheek. “She has no fucking clue what’s going on in her life.” “And you do?” I asked. Yelena wouldn’t look at me. “Yelena, what is going on?”

“Now that I slapped her, you tried to oppress me with your identity? Is this so-called righteous and respectable?” Kaze fired a barrage of questions at Yuri. Yelena was furious when Kaze mocked her. She shouted, “You piece of shit! Yeah, I hit your wife. So what? Chairwoman of two companies…” “Yelena!” Yuri bellowed. He then looked at Kaze and said, “Young man, she’s just an energetic young woman and she was agitated because of your actions at the flood scene. I couldn’t stop her in time. “Besides, Yelena is a girl. How hard could she have slapped your wife? You, as a man, slapped a girl. One slap and she was sent flying. And you still think you did nothing wrong?”

“The moment he thought you lost that baby, you lost your worth. Vanessa gives him leverage. You? You’re just a broken toy he doesn’t want to throw away yet.” My palm cracked across her face before I even realized I’d moved. The sound split the night, sharp and ugly. Elena’s head snapped to the side, hair whipping with it. She stilled, one hand lifting slowly to touch the red blooming across her cheek. Then she laughed. Low, throaty, delighted. “There she is,” she breathed. “The wolf inside the glass doll.” I stood trembling, my breath ragged, heart hammering like it wanted out of my chest. Tears blurred everything, but I refused to let her see me collapse.

Eliana said. She was sitting on the beige sofa, a makeup artist hovering over her, dusting powder onto her nose. She looked impeccable. She was wearing a midnight blue dress—a nod to the engagement party—that was modest but sharp. Armor. “I’m not pacing,” I lied. “I’m strategizing.” “You’re thinking about how many ways you can legally strangle Elena Costa on live television,” she corrected. “Elena Costa is a vulture,” I muttered. “She made a career out of tearing women down under the guise of ‘journalism.’ If she comes for you, Eliana…”

Elia leans back, running his hand on her legs, receiving another smirk from her, but he stops as soon as he gets a grip of her gun; which she has hidden near her boots. Then, he places the gun underneath her chin, ''I know who you are. You're Maya Volkov, a Russian spy who works for diamonds and does not accept money for any reason at all. You also don't work for anyone unless that someone offers yo—'' He presses the gun on her skin, ''—something better.''

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."