Yelena Belova Pfp Novels & Stories

“Oh, poor thing.” “Poor thing?!” Lila threw her hands up. “She’s the trending topic worldwide! ‘#Kelvanessa’ has over a million tweets! And do you know what’s worse? People ship them now.” Elena’s laughter grew louder. “They do?” “Yes! Someone edited fan videos already—music, slow motion, the works!” “Okay, that’s actually hilarious.” “Not to Vanessa!” Lila exclaimed. “She’s ready to fly to Bali and disappear for a month.”

As they heard Zen running to meet his guild, Yelena turned to Bolt. “Weak child but Yelena likes. He makes good pancakes.” Bolt had to agree. “Let’s try to keep him alive for as long as possible. It’s up to that child how much he can grow, but I’m hoping to see him make it to the final rounds.” The young Russian commando agreed and liked the plate, cleaning the honey off with her tongue. The pancakes were delicious.

“You’re Valeria.” I closed the door behind me. “And you are?” “Elena.” The name landed like a stone. I felt something sour in my chest before I could place it. Elena. Viktor’s daughter. The way she said it made me dislike her immediately. I stayed near the door. “Does Elena have a last name?” “Viktor’s daughter,” she said, as if that explained everything. “Our beta,” Elena stood, and I found myself feeling somewhat intimidated by her presence as she raised an eyebrow. She was beautiful, tall, elegant and confident in a way that suggested she had always known exactly where she belonged inside the Romanov household.

Messages from her pawns began to arrive. Mateo: > “I’ll post tonight if the pictures are ready.” Luc: > “Got your shot. It’ll be perfect.” Rina: > “Campaign paused. Hope she’s okay.” Tasha, a social influencer who owed Elena a favor, also texted. > “You’re right, I’ll make a post. Something about mental health in the industry. Won’t mention names.” Elena smiled. People loved pretending to care. --- And then there was Leo.

She`s really just like him. Yelena is only four years old but the way she think and speak is matured. My mama told me that maybe because she have a parents who`s intelligent. Well, I don`t know if that`s true I just hope for my daughter`s a happy and normal life. A peaceful one.

"Under what name?" I understood what he was asking. Was I still Lina Vale, the woman with no past, or Elena Valenti, the daughter who had walked away? I tightened my fingers around the mug. "Elena Valenti."

"Don't worry my friend, he signed a non-disclosure agreement, so don't worry about him, you and Hestia don't have to worry about anything." Katya said, wrapping her arms around the woman. "Ohh... And I almost forgot, Hestia this is Elizabeth Karina Oda Belov my wife, and wifey this is Hestia Katana Astaril the crown Princess of Greece and also Hecate's beloved." Katya said introducing us. I smiled and gently presented my hand to her, She gladly accepted my hand and speaks. "It's nice to meet you, Princess..." Elizabeth said. "Please, call me Hestia. No need to call me that. And it's nice to meet you, Mrs. Belov"

Elia is quite famous after tying up contracts with several big brands and wearing their products during campaigns or magazine shoots. The Russian woman had been on the rooftop fifteen minutes earlier, and she was satisfied to see that the design and interior of the outdoor space rented for dinner were luxurious and elegant, just as Elia had expected. The woman was wearing a red dress with an open back, Elia's collarbone looked very beautiful, and her makeup was quite bold and sexy, like the persona she always showed in every photo shoot. The elevator door on the rooftop opened. Elia immediately moved when she saw Oriaga appear, and this was like a reverse moment of a princess picking up the

Elaine was surprised. "What did you just say?" "Everyone's so eager to see those bed pictures, huh? Well, no need for you to bother. I'll share them myself." I whipped out my phone, fired up a live stream, and started peeling off layers for the camera. "Hey, folks, I'm Yara. Lately, I've been hassled by this woman, Elaine, who's been blackmailing me with some intimate shots of her best friend and me."

“You’ll take care of them yourself, Lenochka! You’re not dying!” “Liars go to hell, Evelina,” she smiled, her eyes growing hazy. “And one more thing. Ya. Yamelyan. He’s a fool. He has flaws the size of the Kremlin. But he loves you in a way that makes me sick with envy. Reunite with him. Make me the happiest person in the grave by letting that man be happy for once. He’s earned it.” Her hand went limp in mine. Her chest gave one final, stuttering heave, and then… silence.