Yelena Belova Novels & Stories

I asked angrily. “She hasn’t done anything else,” Yelena said. “Not yet. At least, nothing that could be considered dangerous for others.” Her hesitation was unlike her. She had spent a lifetime in this house and rarely struggled to say what she meant. “She is not in a good state, Viktor.” I exhaled through my nose. “I know.” “No. I don’t think you understand.” Her eyes sharpened. “She is watching everything Alpha Romanov and Valeria do as though every moment between them is something being taken from her. She is going to end up getting someone hurt, and even worse, it could be herself.”

Irina prodded, savoring every word. Svetlana crossed her arms, serious. “The bond between you has always been one of appearance. Dmitry never truly gave himself. You were raised to be the perfect wife, but he never allowed you to be more than that. Now, with this human, everything has changed.” “I am not just anyone,” Natalia hissed. “I am a Kovalenko. I was molded to be an Alpha’s female.” “And that’s exactly why…” Svetlana said, her voice firm as steel. “It’s time to act like one. Dmitry is about to mark another. And if that happens… you lose everything.”

Lena's POV. “You are nothing but a clown I raised. You will die worthless and nobody will think you ever existed, not me, not even Dominic,” Elaine fumed at me with a knife in her hand. I pulled back breathing rapidly. She launched at me, screaming furiously, and I ran in any direction, my heart throbbed and my hands trembled. She was a few inches from thrusting the weapon at me when I tripped on my feet and fell to the ground.

“I got everything.” “Talk,” Heros ordered. “Liora Elena Voss. Eighteen years old. Enrolled in a public school in Moscow. Average student, stands out in the arts. No history of involvement with any organization. Her mother, Mackenzie, works long shifts as a nurse. The girl spent most of her time home alone. Superficial friends, no major influence. Nothing indicates any connection to the Bratva.”

, I said. "Yes. The only singer I love who isn't a rapper is Sia", she replied. After awhile, she stood up. "I need to find the female's bathroom now," she said, "I'll be back soon." "Sure."

Rolkosov was stunned, mouth agape "please Mr. Rodriquez I would speak to my partner let's not end this good deal" "Leave here immediately" That old man was very lucky yesterday, he would have been with the devil by now. There was a knock on my door "come in," I said, I thought it was Eulalia, I watched as the person entered and I saw her Larissa "What the hell are you doing here Larissa?" "Baby," she said walking to where I was seated, she was wearing a tight gown with her cleavage almost popping out and a lot of makeup on her face she resembled a plastic doll.

A female voice told Ellaine. She was beaten and tired, more dead than alive. Her breath was just a thin thread. But she was determined to win this, once and for all. She wouldn’t dare give up. Because her hands were tied, she struggled to reach the Hristoax with her mouth. To distract Ánië, she said “You will not be able to beat me now.” “Really? Why?” She turned to Ellaine just in time to see her eat the pearl in her necklace—the Hristoax.

“Yes? Not anymore but I was born in the Taro family. Why?” Yelena and Bolt looked at him strangely, and Zen felt self-conscious. Did he say something wrong? The panic in him only grew when Yelena dragged Bolt away to talk in Russian. Zen didn’t understand a word and only wished that Sasha was here to translate. The discussion ended briefly, and Yelena announced that they would tell him at dinner only if he accepted one of their requests. “R-request?” Bolt grinned. “Don’t reject Yelena’s kindness. She might be the youngest invigilator at only fourteen, but her skills are unrivalled. Not even the Death Princess can surpass her in an actual battle.”

However, I noticed the light bugs beneath her eyes and the blotch on her neck that the makeup couldn’t hide properly. “ Is there something on my face? “ She asked, almost spitefully. The men looked at us as if we had distracted them from their conversation. She must have seen me staring at her and she didn’t take it kindly. I hated how she was reacting to the situation. Not wanting to cause a scene, I shook my head. “ Your wife must be a lesbica, Nikolai, “ she stated and laughed. “ Careful there, Julia. Don’t think that just because your husband is here I won’t cut off your phone. Show my wife some respect. “ Nikolai defended.

"I am Veronica Vane. I am your one and only true Queen and Herald. No impostor can bring me down to the ground." I flew in front of Elspeth and whispered to her ear, "Even you, Elspeth… don’t have the capability to overpower me."