Yelena Marvel Comics Novels & Stories

“You belong to me for the rest of your life. I can hit you whenever I want. Don’t even think about escaping.” “Ah!” Yelena gasped and jolted upright. The room was eerily silent. It was just a dream. Liam wasn’t here. The realization did little to calm her. Sleep was no longer an option. After lying awake for a while, she finally got up, washed her face, and changed into her work clothes. * That day, she worked two jobs. In the morning, she wore a heavy mascot costume and handed out flyers at the mall. In the afternoon, she worked as a server at a high-end club.

A white Chanel dress that hugged her like second skin, a designer bag perched on her arm, and a smile so sweet it made my teeth hurt. But it wasn’t for me. It was for Travis. She walked toward him, placed a hand on his arm, and whispered something I couldn’t hear. Travis smiled. I couldn't breathe. I sat down abruptly, hands trembling under the table. The wine tasted bitter now. The food had no flavor. Everything around me blurred as I focused on that one image—her hand on his chest. His soft smile. Their perfect pairing. Yelena Santiago. Out of the country. Mysterious. Chic. Beloved by the Forgers.

She choked out her last words. "And she didn't! My Yelena never returns!" She cries. "Her dead body was brought back! She died in a custody duel with Evan Black. She was not fit to fight but the bastard fought her anyway!... She never returns! " Her last sentence was uttered in a whisper as she cried.

It was only after a while that she spoke. “Where’s Zane’s grave? I want to see him.” Theo snorted. “Zane doesn’t want to see you! “If you really want to atone for your sins, just settle the culprit who framed Zane!” When he said it, he threw a big stack of documents at Yelena. Yelena picked up the documents and flipped through them. In an instant, she widened her eyes in anger. She was beyond furious. Without any hesitation, Yelena picked up the chair beside her and threw it at Declan, who was still making a fuss.

“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.

He did all of this to protect me! Yelena glared at him, her nose flared and it was clear that his words were getting to her. “After years of working for you like the idiot that I was, I've been able to look into your mind and know what you would be capable of doing. I knew you would come here.” Yelena’s hands ran to her mouth to stifle her gasps. She was more concerned about the fact that everything going on was happening live. She was trying to morph back into her fake humanitarian persona that she has gotten good at perfecting, but for what? It's over!

She dropped everything in her hand on the sit beside her before she ignited the engine and drove off. Yelena Mervick was a top class student at The No.1 University in Seattle. After graduating with Honors in the Business Management department, she moved down to Los Angeles with her Best friend Eleanor Smart. She then applied for a job at various Companies and eventually got employed by the Country's No.1 Corporate, ADOR as the Secretary of the President. ADOR is a Corporation that house other businesses as there's no Market they aren't involved in . She felt her phone ring so she picked it without checking, she figured it was her assistant and she knew she was right when she heard the voice.

“Actually, I’m planning to create a foundation to help the poor.” Bella’s eyes widened in surprise. “That’s beautiful, El,” she said with a beam. “Do you need my help?” I nodded, and she sat closer, peeking at my tab. “I’m planning customized shirts and caps…” I began, when Emris walked in. “Hey, Emris,” Bella called beaming. “Elena is starting a foundation!” “That’s great news, El. Congratulations,” he said warmly. “Thank you, Emris,” I smiled back.

Elena picks up her phone and makes a call she’s been warned never to make. “I want undercover,” she says when the line connects. A sigh. “You know what you’re asking.” “I want inside his world,” Elena says. “The slow way.” Silence. “You’ll disappear,” the voice says. “No backup. No badge.” “I already have,” Elena replies. ⸻ Three months later, Elena Vale no longer exists. In her place is Elena Riva. Twenty-six. Recently moved. Questionable references. Clean enough to pass, messy enough to feel real. She dyes her hair darker, softens her posture, learns how to hold a tray instead of a weapon.

Like a weapon. "Thank you," Raven said. "Do not thank me." Yelena sat back down. "I am giving you this because your father was a good man, and he did not deserve what happened to him. But I am not brave, Ms. Wolfe. I am old, and I am tired, and I want to live out my years in peace. Please do not tell anyone where you got this." "I will not." Yelena nodded. "Then go. And do not come back."