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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."

I finally said that I would and now we were on our way to Paris, to meet up with her at her condo. She was my grandfather's sister, Eliza Brinx, she was a fashion icon and the most adnired family member in the Brinx line of work, she was the prettiest woman I've ever seen in all my life, even at the age of fifty, Eliza was a remarkable being, she was a model and also an entrepreneur. She was my favorite person in the entire world. "Why do I allow you to take me out of the US?" Elijah asks, scanning the busy streets once we got out of the car, outside of Eliza's condo building.

When I awoke I was no longer Anastasia, I was Anastasia but I wasn't, I looked around to see a completely different place, as if I had teleported to a different body, and a different place, but as well as my own memories I had a different set of memories, I was no longer in control of my body or mouth "Annabell, come quick, Isabella is having the baby" Damon told me, I, as Anastasia, wanted to ask him what he was doing there, and who Isabella was, but Annabell already knew the answers, Damon was a good friend to Annabell, and Isabella is Annabells daughter, Annabell has three children, two boys, David, who is named after his late father, and Frederick, whom she loves dearly, and she has one

You guys are lunatics. To which fab5 bowed dramatically and said.. fab5:thanks for the compliment bella.. and Elena shook her head in disbelief saying "You guys are impossible"..And they left for home.. Elena entered their room ans saw each and everything in their room is broken..She shook her head in disbeliief and went towards him..Xavierik is sleeping with his head leaned against the bedrest..Elena went towards him and kept her hand on his shoulder..Xavierik opened his eyes..his eyes were blood red..

Although to call him shorty language will not turn. Beautiful face, big blue eyes the color of ice. Not transparent, but closer to turquoise. She observed such beauty only once - on Baikal. Dark lashes, straight nose and perfect lips. Absolutely perfect. With a clear, even contour - the lower one is a little fuller and more appetizing. "Vampires," the girl thought doomedly, "they are always perfect." Elya ran her eyes over the snow-white shirt straightened out of black trousers, and finished her inspection with black patent leather boots with slightly tapered toes.

She may have had a baby a year ago, but there's no sign of it. But it's her face that catches me off guard. Beautiful, yes, but... wrong, somehow. Too smooth, too symmetrical. The work is expensive— probably the best plastic surgeons money can buy— but I can see the subtle signs. The slight tightness around her eyes, the way her forehead doesn't move when she smiles. "Tamara! So wonderful to meet you in person. I'm Elena Vorobeva." She glides toward me with outstretched hands, her smile perfect and empty. "Please, sit. Can Mrs. Dubois bring you anything? Coffee? Sparkling water?"

Elena was fourteen now, and the shift from girl to young woman was happening at the speed of summer storms—sudden, intense, and impossible to fully prepare for. She had grown tall like Dmitri, with Anya’s sharp eyes and a mind that combined Nikolai’s precision with Alexei’s quiet depth. Her room had become a fortress of headphones, journals, and posters of bands whose lyrics she analyzed like sacred texts. The dragon phase had evolved into something more complex: stories of rebellion, chosen families, and girls who forged their own paths.

Elena (hugging her tight): “Don’t say a word until I’ve had caffeine.” (She drops her designer bag on the couch, kicks off her heels, and studies Bella’s face.) Elena: “Okay. That’s the ‘Jason-is-a-paranoid-control-freak’ look. I’d recognize it anywhere. The one that costs you three hours of sleep and at least ten years of your life.” Bella (trying to smile, failing): “You’re not wrong. It’s worse this time.” Elena (pouring espresso from the machine like she owns the place): “Define worse.”

"But if I may offer you some advice, as someone who has watched many women fight for their place... look after yourself first. Forget the other woman’s tricks for a moment. If she is really after your man, then acting this way; screaming, chasing her, losing your temper, it only brings her closer to getting what she wants. It makes you look like the problem and her like the victim. Don't give her that satisfaction." I looked at the floor, the truth of her words stinging. I was playing right into Sofiya’s hands. By appearing unstable and continuously playing the role of the bully openly, I was handing her Nikolai’s trust and sympathy on a silver platter. "I know," I murmured. "I just... I can