Yelena Belova Icons Novels & Stories

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…”

Alfonso said. "She was overreacting," I said, but I wasn't too sure myself now. "Oh, she wasn't," Came Judd's gravelly voice from behind me, making me jump. "Yulian Koslov is an evil fucker. He gets his hands on her, he will make sure she lives as long as possible before he lets her die. They will keep her hanging on to the last thread of her life for as many days as he can. And she took his Princess. She took the baby girl who was supposed to be the next queen after his daughter in law. I can tell you now. You will never see Iliana again. There is no point even trying to find her. You need to find the girl. Yuliens favourite instruments is a scapel and a melon baller. He's very adept at rem

"Under what name?" I understood what he was asking. Was I still Lina Vale, the woman with no past, or Elena Valenti, the daughter who had walked away? I tightened my fingers around the mug. "Elena Valenti."

I found myself staring at it longer than I meant to, as if the sight of the keys could pull a memory from whatever part of me still remembered a life before collars and contracts. “Serena.” Helena’s voice pulled me back. She stood near the front of the room beside the instructor, whose name I had already forgotten. The other girls sat in rows, some pretending to pay attention while others watched me with the kind of curiosity that felt like a small, sharp blade. “What?” I asked. “I am sorry, I zoned out.” Helena raised an eyebrow. “You were staring, and I believe that you know that ‘zoning out’ is not allowed.”

Noah whispered, “That’s her.” Bella stared at the woman. “Who?” Noah answered quietly. “The woman who erased us.” The woman smiled. “Hello, sister.” Bella’s face went white. “That’s impossible.” The woman laughed softly. “You’ve always said that.” I looked at Bella. Then at the woman. “Who are you?” She smiled. “My name is Elena.” Bella stepped backward. “But Elena is already here.” The woman smiled wider. “That’s why you should never trust memories.” Then every machine in the room switched on. And seven children’s voices whispered together. “Mom.” :::

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.

Sasha replied to them curtly, his eyebrows drawn together. ‘I hear you are the food connoisseur’ Lyosha said in a much thicker accent than Sasha’s as he sat in front of me. He was nearly as tall as Sasha and just as muscular. His long dark blond hair was slicked back, his square jaw was covered in day old stubble and his sharp cheekbones made him look like a male model. His dark blue eyes held my attention and mesmerised me, I stared at him a little stunned. ‘My name is Lyosha’ he finished almost in a purr.

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.

It was Livia. “What…?” she whispered. I glanced at her. Her face had changed, and the confidence was gone. “What is it?” I asked. She didn’t answer quickly, she just pointed. “Look… look at them.”.Her voice shook. I turned back and saw her... Yelena. She was standing beside him like she was born for that place. Her hand was in his. Her presence was calm but powerful. Her dress flowed behind her, blue and shining under the lights, brushing softly against the floor with every step.

It would have been enough for anyone else. But not for me. I couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. "Have you noticed that she acts weird?" I pressed. Eddy snorted. "Of course. That’s why she’s the Ice Queen. She’s always been cold, distant. Even the other professors say so. Nothing new there." I frowned. That wasn’t what I meant. Elena’s coldness wasn’t just an attitude; it was a shield, one that she wielded so effortlessly it was almost impossible to see past.