Yelena Belova X Reader Novels & Stories

And then something unexpected happened. Yelena leaned in, and kissed her. Not soft. Not sweet. But like a challenge. Like a spark daring to become a wildfire. Nova pulled back, stunned. “What the hell was that?” Yelena smiled. “I wanted to taste the flame.” And then she jumped, off the roof. Nova screamed, but by the time she looked down, Yelena was gone. Vanished. Into the night. Back in the ballroom, Irena toasted her guests. But in her eyes, there was fury.

“Alpha Kael won’t hold that against you. Not really. He’s not heartless. Just… guarded.” I swallowed hard. “Who was that woman? The one who stormed into his office?” “That,” Elena said with a grimace, “was Verya.” Wasn’t that the same girl those gossipy omegas were talking about? Verya. “She’s been around for a while. She’s nothing to Kael but a mistress, or should I say a bedroom woman, but she made everyone think she was something special to him because she sold her body to him. She’s beautiful, knows how to use it, and uses her closeness to him to bully others. A lot of people don’t like her.”

“Just take me until I can’t breathe.” He should have turned away. He should have walked out. He should have told her again that his bed was not about sex. It was about control. It was about boundaries. But the truth? His control had been slipping ever since Elara vale walked into his mansion. The girl with quiet eyes and soft curves she didn’t even know she had. The girl who filled his kitchen with the smell of real food, who spoke with a voice that calmed the storm inside him, who walked through his house without knowing he was watching her every step.

“No, no, honey. I’m not killing you. I’m celebrating.” Elena peeked through her fingers. “…Clara.” “What?” Clara grinned, wiggling her brows. “That woman is hot. Like—deadly hot. And she clearly likes you.” Elena stared at the sky. “That’s the problem.” Clara’s smile slowly faded, replaced by something gentler. “Because of Raphael?” Elena didn’t answer at first. She just let her chest rise and fall, heavy and uneven. Finally, she whispered, “Yes.”

his life. What would she be like? Beautiful, of course; that went without saying... Her mother had told him as much when he had bumped into her—not that he needed telling; it had been blindingly obvious even when she was a child that ultimately she would be an extraordinarily beautiful woman. ‘You’ll know, of course, that elena is working in New York...for a billionaire...’ Belinda had cooed happily at him, smiling with satisfaction. ‘He’s totally besotted with her of course,’ she had added, and though it hadn’t been put into as many words Roth had gained the distinct impression from Elena's mother that the relationship between Elena and Michael was rather more than that of merely employer a

None of that was as terrifying as the sheer fact that even though she felt violated by the man she loved, Lena had physically enjoyed every horrifying moment of the degradation, so much that she'd climaxed. With a deep breath, Lena distanced herself further from Ilise. "I'm feeling much better now, Ilise. Thank you for the tea. You're right...it was quite healing. I wish you well," Lena said, weakly standing from the lounge. "Lena, please don't go so soon. I mean you neither harm nor offense. I wish only happiness for you both," Ilise called. Lena curled her fingers in her gown and took slow, careful steps towards the front doors.

The corner of my lips lifted remembering just how she said ‘I give you a day to wake up and get out of me bed, the sofa is so uncomfortable. “How? you were unconscious,” her tone took that of disbelief and her twinkling eyes went wide. The foreign movement of my lips as they spread even wider into a pleased smile and an urge to draw more reactions from her. I was drunk on even the smallest things I could get from her. “I’m a great listener, you said that yourself Mia eroina.” “You keep calling me that. My name is Yelena.” She stood straighter, announcing herself. “Because that’s what you are Yelena.” My heroin.

“Wife. Cute. How long is that going to last once the green card is stamped? Six months? A year? Then what? You toss her back to the hospital and find a proper Russian girl?” Elena sets her fork down with a soft clink. “Careful,” she says, voice sweet but edged. “Some women bite back harder than you expect.” Viktor laughs, genuinely surprised. “She bites. I like her, Dante. She has fire. Tell me, Doctor, does he fuck you hard enough to match that mouth, or does he still treat you like fragile American glass?” I feel Elena’s hand slide onto my thigh under the table, squeezing once in warning. Her voice stays cool. “He fucks me exactly the way I want. And unlike you, he doesn’t need to talk abo

Her voice was low and smooth. I tried to move but Valeria held on tightly. Not painful, but just enough to remind me I was trapped. Then her soft lips brushed my neck. I flinched. The kiss wasn’t rough. It was slow, like testing the waters. “Stop fighting it, Elena,” Valeria whispered against my skin. “You want this.” Her teeth grazed my earlobe. This time, I didn’t hold back the sound that escaped me. A soft broken moan slipped out before I could stop it.

“When you’re at the top, distractions are dangerous.” ‎Daniel shook his head with a faint smile. “One day someone will prove you wrong. RIVERA CORPORATION ‎- Evening - ‎Elena stood in front of the ceiling-to-floor windows in her office. Her phone screen reflected in the window. ‎One name stared back at her. ‎Adrian Vale. ‎Elena tightened her grip on the phone, her reflection staring back at her from the glass windows. ‎Five years ago, she had walked away from him without looking back. It had been necessary... or at least that was what she kept telling herself.