Yelena Belova Novels & Stories

It was when he saw her, head bowed, eyes stared at the floor and on the verge of prostration in front of her colleagues that he realized the reason behind this uneasiness. Hila She felt a sharp pain in her neck. No, it wasn't, calling it sharp was just the tip of how it actually felt, it was excruciating. She would rather be stabbed a hundred times than feel this pain again She tried punching his abdomen and pushing him away but he wouldn't budge. She felt weak and helpless. How did it end up like this? She could clearly remember whatever happened before they entered the elevator. Her and Levi. Then what was he doing right now? She could feel his gasps and him gulp down her blood unceasingly

She went quiet for a long moment, looking at Evania with new curiosity. "Don't get your hopes too high," Sophia said, standing up to leave._ "I'll text you if I change my mind." Back in the city center, the atmosphere was far from peaceful. Mr. Starkov had summoned his daughter, Yelena, to the small balcony of her suite. Vlad and Andre stood like statues in the background, their presence adding to the suffocating weight of the room. Starkov had discovered Yelena’s secret pursuit of his enemy’s son. He turned to her, his voice a low, terrifying growl.

He knew I was alive. “But you see,” Viktor continued, circling Damian slowly, “you disappeared. Again. That was rude.” Damian coughed, his head lolling forward. I leaned closer to the phone, heart hammering. “Where is Elena?” I whispered to the screen. Why Damian? Why not her? Then Viktor chuckled. “This one?” He shoved Damian’s chin up. “He’s bait. Temporary.” My breath hitched. “Elena Blake,” Viktor said softly, almost lovingly. “Now she… she is the prize.”

Patterson said over a loudspeaker. Elena returned to humanity, naked before military forces and news cameras, because survival was more important. "My name is Elena Volkov," she said. We don't threaten anyone. We're trying to stop Dmitri Volkov's war designed to force this confrontation." “You have two minutes left,” Patterson said. Elena answered a strange number on instinct despite the timing. Dmitri spoke clearly and happily. Hello, daughter. I'm watching your performance, but I've detonated bombs in Boston, Miami, and Portland while you negotiate. They'll detonate in five minutes unless Patterson withdraws his forces."

After being tortured for a long while and at the brink of death is saved by the male lead, Reynold. I walked up to Irina's figure with a wooden plank as she layed on the cold floor, struggling in the dirt as she tried to crawl away from me. "So you think that just because Reynold dotes on you and treats you like his little canary...... you can defy me and get away with it." - I toned down my voice a notch, sounding cold and menacing. Embodying the true essence of the villainess in the movie. Irina embodying the role of the favored woman, whimpered struggling to make a sentence.

Viktor “Viktor,” I turn upon hearing my name and I keep a neutral look on my face when Yelena approaches me. There is a soft smile on her face as she walks towards me. She’s wearing a blue dress that stops just above her knee and her straightened brunette hair stops right above her shoulders. There's heavy makeup on her face and I must say, Yelena exudes an aura wherever she goes. She is Vladimir’s daughter.

"It's registered to a shell company that traces back through seventeen different corporate entities. But I finally found the real owner." He pulled up a photograph of a middle-aged woman with silver hair and cold blue eyes. "Dr. Elena Kozlov, former geneticist for the Soviet bioweapons program. She disappeared after the USSR collapsed, but intelligence agencies have been tracking her work ever since." "What's her connection to my father?" Velia asked as she leaned closer to get a better view of the woman. "They were colleagues at one point, before she went underground. According to the files I could access, she was working on similar research which is genetic modification of human subjects f

But she couldn't. "I know," Elara said. "Let's just get this over with." She turned back to the room. And then she saw her. Valentina Russo. She was standing in the center of the room, surrounded by admirers, laughing at something someone had said. She wore a black dress that caught the light, her dark hair swept over one shoulder. She was beautiful. She was terrifying. And she was the woman who had destroyed Elara's family. Elara's grip tightened on the glass. She could feel the anger rising in her chest, hot and sharp, and she forced herself to breathe. Not yet. Not here.

“That’s right. I already took revenge on you once because of it. How was the poisonous tea, Doctor Alex?” Albert stared at her helplessly. “But you still never left me alone. Even after all these years, you came back to me, didn’t you? You decided to take revenge. You took my girl away from me…” Magdalena’s voice trembled. She could not continue her monologue. The memory of Sara suddenly overwhelmed her. She truly believed that she had lost Sara because of Alex’s spirit seeking revenge. And one of the attackers was even named Alex. "I’ll deal with him later," she thought.

I cupped her bare breast in one hand, squeezing firmly as my other hand reached down between us, stroking my dick back to full attention. “Sergei…” she whimpered, her manicured nails digging into my shoulders. I smirked against her skin. Viktor thought he was an untouchable god among men. He thought his throne was ironclad, his borders impenetrable, and his wife devoted. He was an idiot. “Did Rosella make the call?” Elena panted, her hands sliding up my chest as I shifted my weight over her. "Is the Valkyr girl dead yet?” I paused for a fraction of a second, a cold, dark smile touching my lips before I pushed deep inside her again.