Yelena Belova Comic Novels & Stories

Eliana laughed, shaking her head at her husband. “I’ll take that as a yes, my beautiful malyshka” Vladimir teased his wife. “Let’s just go home, Vladimir Romanov” “Sure, my sweetest malyshka, sure” ************************* “I’m guessing that this is goodbye?” Nikolay said, looking at Eliana who smiled, wrapping her arms around the man who has been a big brother to her since they’ve met. “For now, you never know when our paths might cross over again. A new case, a new adventure, a new enemy to fight” Eliana said, pulling away from the hug. She hugged Anastasia, the cop who has helped her through a lot.

Bella blinked softly like she hadn’t expected that sound from me. Honestly? Neither had I. The tension between us shifted slightly after that, it became softer. Bella pulled her cloak tighter against the wind. “I found out the truth in Valoria,” she admitted quietly. My jaw locked tight in an instant. So she really knew. “Elena got drunk,” Bella continued. “Started bragging to her friends.” Her expression darkened faintly. “I’ve got Beta Kylian wrapped around my little finger.” I rolled my eyes instantly. “Insufferable woman.”

A female voice told Ellaine. She was beaten and tired, more dead than alive. Her breath was just a thin thread. But she was determined to win this, once and for all. She wouldn’t dare give up. Because her hands were tied, she struggled to reach the Hristoax with her mouth. To distract Ánië, she said “You will not be able to beat me now.” “Really? Why?” She turned to Ellaine just in time to see her eat the pearl in her necklace—the Hristoax.

She gave me a quick smile and quietly left the room. As the door shut, I turned back and opened the last drawer. This time, I found something—an envelope. I smiled as I recognized Bella’s handwriting. It was a birthday letter. Opening it slowly, I read: Happy Birthday, Elena. You shine without trying, and even though we don’t say it enough, we all orbit around your light. Never change. Then I froze. My breath caught. One line made my hands tremble: “Every 25th May is always about you.”

The night Cassian Arden met Seraphina Laurent. The night Elena Vale became the villainess. Her fingers curled tightly around the edge of the table. Because she remembered. Every chapter. Every humiliation. Every death flag. She wasn’t in her world anymore. She was inside a novel. A bestselling romance story she once read during chemotherapy nights before everything went dark. And she had become the character everyone hated. Elena Vale. The obsessive fiancée. The “villainess who burns at the end.” Her legs weakened. She almost laughed.

Elena fired back at him. Bonnie walked up to them as she took the potrate from them and stared at what was making them yell at each other. "Ok, why does this kid looks like me? And why the hell does it has my birth date on it?" She asked staring at the potrate. "Because she is you" Alex corrected. "Ok, this is weird. Who drew this?' She further interrogated. "It's Sarah Bellos" Elena told her. "And who the hell is Sarah Bellos?" She asked as they got tired of her interrogations.

Mikhail Volkov had already made it clear that he wanted one thing, and he would stop at nothing to get it, Revenge. Elena took a step back, and brushing her palm against the sensitive bites on her neck, she swallowed hard, "Oh yeah? Why don't you take my advice and get a test on your hands, because that will be the last time you put them on me again." Without waiting for another word, she turned around and matched upstairs, shame and rage making a merry company in her pounding heart. *** "Ma'am, Mr. Volkov instructed that I guide you through this yoga class."

Yara’s voice remained calm as she countered, “Have you never received a package from someone else? Just because my name is on it doesn’t mean I ordered it.” Elena hesitated, her expression faltering before twisting into disdain. “Are you saying someone sent it to you? Please, you just got out of prison. Who would bother sending you anything?” Yara let out a sarcastic laugh. “Maybe you can answer that. Without your little stunt, would someone have sent me a dead rat?” Elena’s face flushed crimson. “You’re saying someone else sent it? I say you bought it yourself! Prove it wasn’t you!”

“ You need to stop working so many hours for your attractive supervisor. You should enjoy yourself tonight.” Elena laughed, but her stomach flipped. Six months. Six long months of sitting across from him and taking his sharp orders from his deep commanding voice. Her body reacted against her will because he ordered her to perform tasks. She hated it. She hated him. Or at least she tried to. “I’m not thinking about him!” she lied while spinning faster. “I’m free tonight!” The music volume increased. Elena closed her eyes and let her body move. Her body moved in three different ways as her skin shone with sweat. She felt sexy. She felt alive. The beats from the music made her remember Damon.

"Because she's a whore. She takes what belongs to other people as hers. She's the reason I had to break up with my boyfriend." "Shut up!" Sophia screamed both began arguing, their voices rising, but I barely heard them. My men came running into the room, their faces urgent. "Boss, we're under attack," one of them reported breathlessly. Elena laughed, the sound echoing off the warehouse walls. "My security won't stop until they find me," she said smugly. "Just like they did in Russia." My blood turned to ice. "Come again?" Her smile widened. "I'm the one who killed Kamilla," she said casually. "The Romanovs refused to partner with us, so I made sure they understood the consequences."