Yelena Belova Comic Novels & Stories

Elaine rewarded him with an eye roll and a gentle push towards the door, “Okay, sir flirts-a lot- off you go. Get that cleaned up, I’ll be checking it tomorrow. It seems someone used up at of my supplies last week when they tried to jump from one balcony to another like a fool.” “I was testing your abilities by having you nearby,” His good arm pulled her into a hug she reluctantly returned, “And it distracted the others from looking at you closely. That picture is still out there. You may be older, but they want you. I’d break limbs, let alone earn gashes, if it means keeping you-” “Stop,” She pushed him away in a huff and a surprisingly raw, “Thank you, but we both know I don’t need you to

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.

they would succeed someday. Despite my best attempts, the tears flowed freely down my cheeks now. "Oh, really?" He released a bitter, humorless chuckle, his voice as cold as ever, "So, what were you doing then? I truly believe there's nothing more to you than your body, Elena, and do I look like a fool to you that I'd blindly believe whatever shit you'd say?" his grip tightened, "You're trying to escape the pack, aren't you? Sleeping with a soldier to gain their favor and slip past the border, isn't that your plan? I can't blame you, really. Anyone in your shoes would want to escape. It's not easy being the daughter of that bastard, but it was never supposed to be easy, because you're just l

"Sorry, there was an emergency—Black Widow ambushed us." "Okay. Be careful." After sending that reply, I couldn't help but smile bitterly. I was also a high-ranking member of Devil's Advocate, so if there really had been an ambush, I would have definitely received the news. I thought over it for a moment, then checked the mysterious message I had received this morning on Instagram. When I tapped on the profile photo, I couldn't stop my body from trembling. It was Yelena. Her newest post came with the caption, "Specifically came back to celebrate my third wedding anniversary with my husband. He set aside so many matters just to come pick me up. I love him!"

“Unbelievable. You don’t expect me to, do you?” Yelena gazed sternly at her frowning face. She leaned toward the wooden table so far that her breasts almost burst through her cleavage. Elizabeth watched as Yelena’s eyes widened. “You’re really that bitch, huh!” she said. “Everyone is a bitch, Yelena. That’s the only way to survive capitalism.” Yelena got up at once and scanned the entire cafeteria. She turned back to Elizabeth, and the two locked eyes for a second before Yelena chuckled, her mouth stretching into her signature scornful smile.

“What do you want now?” She leaned closer. “To know what he sees in you.” I swallowed. “I don’t know.” Yelena’s eyes narrowed. “Liar.” She reached for the laptop, but I slammed the lid shut. “You’re not getting this,” I said. She chuckled darkly. “You think I came alone?” Just then, two men stepped into the doorway. Tall. Suited. Armed. I was cornered. Yelena looked me up and down. “Too soft. You’ll break, little girl.”

The impact rattled through my bones, and I tasted blood. “Donika!” Elena’s voice broke, high and furious. She didn’t hesitate. With a snarl, she pounced on Verya. The two women crashed to the ground, claws and fists flying. “You dare touch her!” Elena roared, raining blows down on Verya’s face and chest. She was strong! Verya screeched, twisting, pulling Elena’s hair, and shoving her knee into her stomach. They rolled across the floor, a blur of fists, nails, snarls, and shouted curses.

"You'd just die if you didn't see the looks of envy on everyone's face when they see me with you. You may have money, but it's me that makes you credible as a man." "Tolstoy wrote about you in War and Peace," Yuri said, his face reddening as he watched Zach's cock plunge in and out of Olga's pussy. "Her name was Princess Yelena Vasilyevna Kuragina. She, too, would fuck anyone with enough money."

Yelena warned the man standing before her, her arms crossed over her chest. “No problem, ma’am.” Yelena turned toward her desk, grabbed her cigarette box, lit one, and placed it between her lips. “I did everything to earn his love, but he dared to fall for someone far younger and outside his world,” she said, blinking rapidly as if holding back tears. “I’m sorry about that, ma’am,” the man murmured, his head bowed. “How dare you tell me sorry? Do you want to die?” Yelena snapped, her eyes glinting dangerously under the dim light.

he opened his eyes widened. Elena giggled as she saw her projection on the tray. She took the tray from Edward and handed it back to the waiter. “Thank you.” She beamed at the young woman. The wine was poured into three glasses. Elena stared at Belinda Jay. That evening she appeared fantastic. With a red blossomed night gown, strapless and a white diamond necklace, Belinda looked so shining. Her red strawberry lipsticks, smokey glamored eye makeup, she kept swaying her hips on the seat she sat on while she talked and joked.