Yelena Belova Icons Novelas e Histórias

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.

Elena or the dragon? A/N

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.

Belva kept eating her ice cream, unaware that in just a few seconds, she’d delivered a brutal blow to Pascha Romanov’s ego. :::

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.

Her makeup was delicate as well, obvious that it came from effort. “This is the stylist, Andy,” Yelena flaunted, pleased, “He’s also IV and Cici’s chief designer!” Cordelia looked at her with a straight face. “Sigh.” Yelena brandished the big sapphire stone on her finger. “I think you mustn’t have heard these big international names. Hah, it’s like I’m talking to a brick wall!” “I’m here to collect something.” Cordelia was not interested in what Yelena had to say. “Wendy says there’s a letter for me…”

Viola threw herself to the floor immediately and started sobbing loudly. It was Vernon. His expression was cold and mixed with worry. He hurried to Viola who was on the floor. “Don’t believe her Vernon. It’s an act,” I defended myself. Vernon’s emerald eyes shot a cold stare at me as he picked crying Viola from the floor. “When did you become this wicked and jealous, Elena?” Vernon asked, carrying her bridal style. “She’s pretending. She attacked me. Why won’t you believe me?” I broke down, massaging my throat.

She arched an eyebrow at me, walking over to the piano with her arms crossed, a look of pure defiance on her face. "Once we go public, every corner of this place will need to be cleaned up. All the old, useless garbage will be thrown right out! Especially that outdated plant and this crappy piano!" I stopped what I was doing, lifted my head, and looked at her coldly. "Try me." Elena seemed startled, freezing for a few seconds before remembering to turn and leave. As she stormed off, she even pulled out her phone and filmed a vlog. "First day on the promotion, and I already cleaned out a bunch of trash! So exhausting! Here's to hoping hard work pays off with good results! #FemaleVP #GirlPower