Yelena Belova Novels & Stories

“ You need to stop working so many hours for your attractive supervisor. You should enjoy yourself tonight.” Elena laughed, but her stomach flipped. Six months. Six long months of sitting across from him and taking his sharp orders from his deep commanding voice. Her body reacted against her will because he ordered her to perform tasks. She hated it. She hated him. Or at least she tried to. “I’m not thinking about him!” she lied while spinning faster. “I’m free tonight!” The music volume increased. Elena closed her eyes and let her body move. Her body moved in three different ways as her skin shone with sweat. She felt sexy. She felt alive. The beats from the music made her remember Damon.

Vanessa’s offer of a full day alone with Michael had left everyone on edge , especially Mirabel and Mitchelle, whose touches had grown more possessive overnight. A sharp knock at the door shattered the quiet. Mirabel’s eyebrows rose. “That must be the ‘company’ you mentioned.” Vanessa smiled like a cat who had already eaten the canary. She sauntered to the door and opened it, revealing a tall, strikingly beautiful woman in her early thirties with sharp features, platinum blonde hair pulled into a tight ponytail, and an aura of effortless dominance. This was Elena , Vanessa’s longtime play partner and occasional mentor, known in their private circles as someone who specialized in breaking str

She smiles, I return it just as softly before an exhausted sigh escapes my lips, picturing the various scenarios that may take place when I begin the next stage of my plan to gain vengeance. “I’m sorry we haven’t exchanged names. I’m Valerie,” I give her my hand, she takes it in her small ones and giggles. Green eyes, glimmering with obvious amusement. “Nice to meet you, Valerie. I-I don’t have a name though,” she smiles, mine falls quickly. I’ve been drowning in my problems and hidden from any creature who breathes to remember humans on Eldora don’t have the right to possess a name. How fucking ridiculous! “What do you think of Theia? A name derives from Dorothea, meaning gift,” I wonder, s

’ I asked. ‘She loves going to the gym, she has a huge heart and she is looking for a good guy. She can’t get a better guy than Dmitry.’ She said. I frowned at this and she gave me a serious look. ‘You’re mine, you don’t count, forget it!’ she said, crossing her arms again and pushing up her breast. I couldn’t help but look down at them. ‘Are you jealous, Malyshka?’ ‘Yes, I am’ ‘Why?’

Offering a military salute by crossing their hands over their chest they stood facing her. Jelena Savage was not as old as one would expect from the leader of an entire race. She was only 17, even younger than Axel by a whole two years! Her hair was braided just above both her ears, her eyes watched coldly like a hawk and inside them, one could sense ruthlessness emanating from her whole being. Her voice was a bat match for her personality, she sounded nothing like who she was. This was a strong woman, who ruled with fear and an iron fist.

"Ah, young love. How poetic. But I have leverage, my dear. You see, I've got something that means more to him than his precious Bratva." I furrowed my brows, a sinking feeling settling in my stomach. "What are you talking about?" Mikhail signaled to one of his henchmen, who brought forward a restrained and disheveled woman. It took me a moment to recognize her – Yelena. The shock of seeing her in this predicament rattled me to the core. "Alexei has a choice to make," Mikhail declared with a wicked grin. "His beloved Bratva or his dear sister. It's quite the conundrum, don't you think?"

“Now that I slapped her, you tried to oppress me with your identity? Is this so-called righteous and respectable?” Kaze fired a barrage of questions at Yuri. Yelena was furious when Kaze mocked her. She shouted, “You piece of shit! Yeah, I hit your wife. So what? Chairwoman of two companies…” “Yelena!” Yuri bellowed. He then looked at Kaze and said, “Young man, she’s just an energetic young woman and she was agitated because of your actions at the flood scene. I couldn’t stop her in time. “Besides, Yelena is a girl. How hard could she have slapped your wife? You, as a man, slapped a girl. One slap and she was sent flying. And you still think you did nothing wrong?”

I half expect to see horse-drawn carriages outside, and women are parading in hats. Elena isn't wearing a hat. Instead, her short blonde hair is off in her face with a headband and clad in black spandex shorts, a white sports bra, and a light blue T-shirt with a looping neckline. A gym membership card dangles from a bulky set of keys that must help burn calories simply by being lugged around. "Excuse me, Miss Koshka. Do you have a moment?" "Whatever you're selling, I'm not buying." "It's about your ex-husband Igor Akinfeev."

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.

The world suddenly went still. Alfonso and Siena stood stiffly on their spots, staring wide-eyed at Madam Belova with their jaws dropping, unable to get her point. Madam Belova heaved a long sigh. “I’m sorry. I should have explained from the beginning. I’m not Elena Belova. My name is Irina Belova. Elena is my elder sister.” Oh, for goodness sake! Siena complained in her thoughts. Why didn’t anyone tell them right from the start? There should be no incident like this because of misunderstanding!