Yelena Belova Pfp Novels & Stories

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.

"I have told her about you Raziah, she has been dying to meet you." "Hello Raziah," the woman under the veil said and bowed her head a little at her. "My mate has told me so much about you and how strong you are. I didn't know I could see a girl with a fighting spirit the same as mine. It's a pleasure to know that a girl out there breaking the record." she added. "You can call me Elena." Raziah didn't know what else to say, she just nod her head. She felt everyone's eyes on her.

The beats from the music made her remember Damon. She danced harder, screaming again, “Come on! Louder!” She turned too quickly and crashed face-first into a stranger's warm, solid chest. “Shit—sorry!” she gasped, using her hands to balance herself after she hit the stranger. Her waist got caught by strong hands that belonged to a man with big hands and familiar hands. Elena slowly raised her gaze to him. Her heart thudded heavily against her chest. It was him. Damon Voss stood there in the VIP section, looking down at her with dark, burning eyes. His black shirt had the top buttons open, showing smooth, tanned skin and a hint of hard muscle.

She may have had a baby a year ago, but there's no sign of it. But it's her face that catches me off guard. Beautiful, yes, but... wrong, somehow. Too smooth, too symmetrical. The work is expensive— probably the best plastic surgeons money can buy— but I can see the subtle signs. The slight tightness around her eyes, the way her forehead doesn't move when she smiles. "Tamara! So wonderful to meet you in person. I'm Elena Vorobeva." She glides toward me with outstretched hands, her smile perfect and empty. "Please, sit. Can Mrs. Dubois bring you anything? Coffee? Sparkling water?"

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.

Lena never lost her composure, but right now, her hands were visibly shaking. "Bella," Lena said, her voice tight and strained. "You need to see this. Right now." I frowned, shifting Victor slightly in my arms. "What is it, Lena? Is it the Marchetti Group?" "No," Lena said, stepping forward. She tapped the screen of her tablet and set it down on the marble island. "It’s Nadina Volkova. She just went live on a major news outlet. It’s broadcasting everywhere." I leaned over the counter, my eyes scanning the screen.

Mira rushed over to the table, practically vibrating with excitement. She waved a tablet in the air. "That was the stylist for Elena Rostova. The Elena Rostova. She wants two custom pieces from the new collection for her upcoming press tour, and she is willing to pay double for a rush order." Solana finally paused, twirling the scissors in her hand. Elena Rostova was an A-list actress known for playing fierce, untouchable women on screen. It was exactly the demographic she had built her brand around. The right type of person she wanted wearing her designs.

Elena - POV "This is Elena Hayes, Letty. You know who she is, and I know you want her autograph," Silas added, grinning at Letty. I was surprised to see him smile at all. When I glanced at Yuri, she had a severe expression and wasn't smiling. "Elena, I am your biggest fan and would love to have your autograph," Letty replied, smiling and taking the paper and pen from her to give her my autograph.

he says, averting his eyes to inside the condo. I turn my attention to look at Camila, she was laughing with Eliza as they looked through what looked like a photo album. Camila was in one of her off her white shoulder dress shirts, exposing her slim shoulders, her skin looked soft and flawless as always. Blue ripped jeans and red stilletos, her hair was in a high ponytail, givng full view of her face.

Dressed in violet silk, her hair a crown of black curls, her eyes sharper than glass. She spotted Nova instantly. Her smile was cruel. “You’re early,” she said as Nova approached. “I’m always early for endings,” Nova replied. Irena’s gaze flicked to Liam. “You brought your pet.” “And you brought your snake,” Nova said, nodding to the girl beside Irena. Yelena. The secret daughter. She was breathtaking, sharp angles, cold beauty, eyes like icebergs. “Nova,” Irena said, voice honeyed. “Meet my daughter.”