Yelena Belova Novels & Stories

I mentally facepalm. "Angela?" our moments suddenly cut off after someone called her name. I turned my gaze to where the voice came from and right there...I see a woman standing in our direction. She looks around twenty-three to twenty-seven, good physic, has honey tanned skin, short black hair, and indeed has a beautiful face. She was looking at us, curiosity was evident on her face. "Bel! Come here!" Angela spoke excitedly to the woman named Bel. Angela put three glasses and juice in the jar on the wooden table. Bel immediately approached our direction.

I had to prioritize my duty as the Luna and set aside my desire to spend time with Alexei for a while. Since he had been under house arrest, I had all the paperwork to tend to. Although I’m fortunate Yelena was there to assist me and did most of the appearance work. Not only had she been a very efficient private secretary, but she had also been an effective spoke person on my behalf. Once the news spread about Yelena defeating the now deceased Leonid in a wolf race, everybody seemed to have feared her out of their fascination with a mix of fear, which exactly benefits me somehow since everybody Yelena without a complaint.

Michelle was stunned. Ms. Jenner? Was one Ms. Jenner in Imperial Media not enough? There was another one now? Yelena looked at her as well, her gaze turning from confusion into jealousy and rage. “Hah, Mr. Yale’s stopping me from entering because of this sl*t?” Michelle was angry, but before she could retort, Yelena slapped her! “You wh*re!” Yelena was no delicate award-winning actress. The actress’ slap was part of filming, but Nelly had trained Yelena to get into battle mode.

I cannot deny that she was very beautiful. "Let's say hello to other people" Yelena pulls her husband away. "Does your mother still hate me?" she laughs and twirls a lock of her hair around her finger. "You are too ridiculous!" Yuri turns and leaves as well. "Aren't you going to introduce me, Boris?" she looks me up and down. Was the woman another one of his cases? As far as I can tell, yes, she was another one of his cases. "She is..." "I am Emma Mikhailovich, your wife."

Xavi’s voice interrupted her quiet time through mind link. “Can’t it wait?” She irritatedly asked. “I’m sorry, alpha but it’s urgent.” Xavi wouldn’t think of reaching her if he could handle the situation at the border, so she ought not to ignore him. Carefully untangling herself from Dylan, she managed to climb out of the chair without waking her mate. She put on her clothes and placed a kiss on Dylan’s hair after going upstairs to get a blanket to cover his naked body. “What’s the situation?” Isabel questioned her beta as soon as she reached the border.

—Irina, I'm not understanding you. —It happens that yesterday I tried to communicate with you all day, we had a visit to the vineyard —she reminded him annoyed—You are my best friend and the only one, but I need if you are going to be with me in the preparations for my wedding, otherwise I will accept the help From Saul's sister, my sister-in-law would be delighted to participate in her brother's wedding. — Luciana closed her eyes upon hearing the hurt tone of her friend, she did not want to disappoint her, she had said it well, she was her best friend and her only one.

I stammer, heaving. Please don't, I am nothing special, just Violet, a suicidal woman, a sad pathetic mess, a lying mess, a stupid mess, a mess that is riddles in panic attacks, Celia doesn't have to carry the burden of carrying my name, she is innocent and I will taint her. "I am sorry, Lia, I have to go." I say, getting up, ending the call, then run, I run as fast as I can. I run faster in hopes that I will be able to outrun the fact that I do not want Celia and Blu having my name because I might not be there to watch them grow, it will really suck having a dead woman's name.

Melissa what are you doing in there, I heard the princess Luciana calling out to me and I immediately swam out of the room. "Am sorry my princess I'm just arranging the room" I said to her and she rolled her eyes sitting down and ordering me to fix her hair. My name is Melissa and I'm a blued tail mermaid slave. I work in the palace as the princess Luciana's maid. I was taken in as a palace slave when my mother committed a crime. She fell in love with a human and got pregnant for the human an act which is a crime in Atlantica.

I try to take care of her at work and outside work, her husband does everything he can to keep her out of trouble. Norah pouts, and I pull her out of the kitchen until we're in a safe, quiet zone. She shows me a small vile wrapped in a silky napkin, watching with wide eyes to see my reaction. "What the hell is that?" I have to ask. She grins. "It's another poison to add to my collection. I finally got the belladonna extract," she explains. "Are you crazy?" I whisper-shout, looking around. "This is a restaurant! You have to stop bringing them here!"

Straight to the center. Straight to Volkov. My blood turned to ice. She stopped ten feet from him. Looked at Anya first. Eyes softened for a second. Then to Volkov. “I’m here,” she said. Voice steady. Loud enough to carry. Volkov smiled. Slow. Cruel. “Elena Kovaleva. The true heir. Come to save the spare.” “Let her go.” He laughed once. Sharp. “You think it works like that? You walk in. I let her walk out. Then what? You think I let either of you live?”