Yelena Belova Gif Novels & Stories

No one asks me what I want for my birthday. Elena gasps, eyes shining. “I want a doll !” She talks so fast she might as well need subtitles. “ The one I saw on the shelf at Target, the one you said you’d get me! It has long blonde hair, really long legs, and it’s dressed like a superhero ! It’s the coolest doll ever! ” I open my mouth, ready to suggest my own birthday gift. I want a small sports car, the kind that makes sounds and has blinking lights. But before I can get the words out, Elena is already taking a breath.

Lena's POV. “You are nothing but a clown I raised. You will die worthless and nobody will think you ever existed, not me, not even Dominic,” Elaine fumed at me with a knife in her hand. I pulled back breathing rapidly. She launched at me, screaming furiously, and I ran in any direction, my heart throbbed and my hands trembled. She was a few inches from thrusting the weapon at me when I tripped on my feet and fell to the ground.

She said raising her shoulders as Laura and Peter pressed her down. "Will you stop using the F word please?" Peter who was stucking a chocolate bar in his mouth said as he opened the fridge to get more. Elena huffed out of frustration as she removed the iceberg from her forehead and placed it on the stool. "Then what did you see?" Laura asked. "I saw it, Sarah Bellos drew that shit that happened out there. She drew a kid shot on his forehead, lying on a rock even before it happened, she drew it on her fvckin drawing book!" Elena said half yelling.

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.

She jogged over to him, keeping her eyes low. “I'm very sure I made myself clear… no frolicking with the others.” He moved her towards another punching bag, dangling from a chain in the center of the room. “Give it your best shot.” Elena eyed the thick punching bag. She squared her shoulders, lifted her fists and struck the bag. It was hard, stuffed with sand? She bit back a wince. “Harder, come on,” Viktor said. Elena struck the punching bag again and again until Viktor stepped in.

Don’t be late. Elena stared at the message, heart thudding. ELENA: Yes, sir. A second later, three dots appeared. RYAN: Don’t tease me, butterfly. Her grin stretched across her face. She was falling. And she wasn’t sure she wanted to stop.

A simple swipe, and the security feed flickered to life, the screen illuminating the dim room. The footage played before me—Elena slipping out of the house, glancing around in the darkness, her movements careful but not careful enough. Evelyn was waiting for her, hands gripping the steering wheel, her expression tense with determination. Predictable. Naïve. I pressed a button, sending a silent alert to the men stationed nearby. Let them run. Let them think they were free. For now. Because freedom, for Elena, had never been real. She might have felt it once. Might have believed it existed in some distant, unreachable reality.

Offering a military salute by crossing their hands over their chest they stood facing her. Jelena Savage was not as old as one would expect from the leader of an entire race. She was only 17, even younger than Axel by a whole two years! Her hair was braided just above both her ears, her eyes watched coldly like a hawk and inside them, one could sense ruthlessness emanating from her whole being. Her voice was a bat match for her personality, she sounded nothing like who she was. This was a strong woman, who ruled with fear and an iron fist.