Yelena Belova Icons Novels & Stories

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 doesn’t find me, her shoulders loosen just a fraction before she turns away. Enzo notices. Of course he does. He leans in, “She searched.” “I know,” I say, swirling my glass of vodka. Iron Fist rolls her neck across the ring. She’s thick, well built, and confident. She’s won more fights than she’s lost. She likes breaking smaller opponents. Vitale squints. “That’s Belva?” “Yes,” Baranov says. “The masked one.” “I’ve heard of her,” Fournier adds. “Never actually seen her fight.”

Instead, she whispered, “I just need you. Not as my shield. Not as my fixer. Just you.” For the briefest flicker of a second, Elena’s eyes softened. And then she turned away, her voice tight. “You’ll always have me.” But Valeria wasn’t sure she believed it anymore. ******** The next day, Elena proved her loyalty in public. She stood by Valeria’s side as cameras flashed, her hand firm on Valeria’s arm. She spoke to the press with calculated words, tearing down rumors with a sharpness that left journalists scrambling. She looked every bit the loyal confidante, the friend-turned-guardian.

She was days from delivery, propped up on pillows, scrolling her phone while he fed her orange slices, her cravings in full swing. “Mmm, these are perfect,” she said, chewing lavishly, her free hand on her belly. He smiled faintly, focused on peeling a pear next, his mind elsewhere—Elena’s trip, his promises on the plane. Sophia glanced at him, then back to her screen. A post popped up: photos of Elena and Damien at the launch, dancing close, another of him helping with her heels, and them entering the hotel. The caption screamed: “CEO of Vanguard Gallery Auction House and Lady Boss of Rossi Designs Seen Acting All Lovey-Dovey. Is This a Sign of a Possible Heaven-Made Match?”

"Don't worry my friend, he signed a non-disclosure agreement, so don't worry about him, you and Hestia don't have to worry about anything." Katya said, wrapping her arms around the woman. "Ohh... And I almost forgot, Hestia this is Elizabeth Karina Oda Belov my wife, and wifey this is Hestia Katana Astaril the crown Princess of Greece and also Hecate's beloved." Katya said introducing us. I smiled and gently presented my hand to her, She gladly accepted my hand and speaks. "It's nice to meet you, Princess..." Elizabeth said. "Please, call me Hestia. No need to call me that. And it's nice to meet you, Mrs. Belov"

The bedroom was dark. Only the bright light from a large tablet screen lit up Elena’s face. On the screen was a picture of Mike Hermes Vance, the world's biggest movie star. He had sharp eyes, a hard jawline, and a body that looked like it was carved out of marble. Elena stared at the picture. Her breath was already shallow. She lay flat on her back, her legs spread wide on her silk sheets. She was completely naked. The cool air from the fan blew over her skin, making her shiver.

Elena said, showering something stronger than a business smile. “Oh, thank you.” “Can I take a selfie with you?” “Sure.” Elena then lowered her mask and took a selfie with her. “Y-You are…” Bella recognized her. Elena put the mask back on. “Shh! I don’t want to get attention. Right now, you're a celebrity.” “What are you doing here?” Bella’s tone and demeanor changed. She looked like she was talking to someone her equal. “I just came here to buy some gold because the prices are shooting up these days,” Elena said. “My boyfriend says that the price will come down soon, but I don’t think the gold rate will go down permanently. It will rise back up sooner or later, right?”

Namiko minions swim as fast as possible, gaining towards Serina but got stopped by Elevina who creates an impenetrable ice wall blocking them off completely. “W…what?!” What happened? Namiko asked confusedly. “Oh it's nothing, just one of my tricks!” Elena said, swimming out to Serina. “Who the hell are you supposed to be?” Namiko asked viciously. “That doesn't matter. Now let's play.” Elena said as she brought down the wall of ice and created bubbles that collided with her. The minions try to attack but Elena traps them In a ice cube. “Now isn't this fun? You're going to regret messing with me!.” Elena said, squeezing the bubbles tightly around Namiko.

He looked like the apex predator he had spent a decade trying to suppress. Elena stood beside him, her posture sharp, unyielding, and sovereign. She wore a high-collared black silk blouse that concealed the silver vulture collar, though the metal rested heavy and cold against her throat—a constant, grounding weight. Her emerald eyes were cold, analytical, and entirely sovereign as she looked down at the man who had built a kingdom on the bones of her family.