Yelena Romanoff Novels & Stories

The air grew colder with every level, the smell of mildew and dust thick in his nostrils. On the observation deck, surrounded by broken telescopes and shattered glass, stood a woman cloaked in shadow. She turned at the sound of his approach, the moonlight catching the edge of her profile. “Elena,” Alex greeted, his voice low. She smirked, flicking her cigarette away into the wind. “Didn’t expect you to come personally.” “I don’t delegate when the stakes are this high,” he replied. Elena Russo. Former intelligence operative turned freelance broker, feared in black markets from Prague to Palermo. Her loyalty shifted with the wind, but her intel was always clean, and more importantly, she didn’

There was an event about a woman that apparently I had contacted before I lost my memories, even though now, I barely remember her. We met again and it was like I was seeing her for the first time, but the things she told me I said were quite similar to things I would definitely say. Yelena Romana. Quite elderly but drop dead gorgeous. I'm sure she was so beautiful when she was younger although that beauty barely diminished. She is a humanitarian and she held lots of charity events, based on what I know so far. She ran a chain of businesses that were doing quite well so it was surprising when she contacted me for work.

I asked her, and she looked at the water and looked at me. "You won't gain the magic of the Valkin," she said, and I was in shock. "Your mate has no wolf. You can only gain the magic when her wolf comes. She is just as good as a chosen for now," she said, and I was shocked. I looked at Maxwell and Clay, and the shock registered on their faces too. "Will she ever gain her wolf?" I asked, and she looked at me. "What is her name?" Elsa asked. "Scarlett Vladislav," Clay responded, and she looked at us.

She stared out at it, but all she could see was the reflection of the truth she now carried. She thought of Valerian’s kindness, his silence, the strange protectiveness he showed her. Was it all built on the same blind hatred that kept this war alive? Was she safe… or just useful? And that girl, Serena. What kind of life had she been pulled into? What kind of man was Alexandro really, if he had survived so much and still sought peace? “Why does Valerian have to be so stubborn?” Nivera asked aloud. Martha came to stand beside her. “Because revenge is easier than grief.”

“Those pups are too strong. I hope rogues will not find them out any time soon Then… as if Scarlett’s words called the devil, I smelled danger before I saw the harbinger. Cassandra. She walked in without knocking, feeling proud as usual, her dress looking too fancy for the ‘dirty Omega quarters’ I was. Her sharp eyes were flipping around the room until they stopped on the cribs. “Well, well,” she asked, wearing a fake smile on her face. “I was hearing strange noises coming from the lowest rank’s room. What are you hiding in here, Annie?” I was short of words. I held Laman tighter, wishing he would not growl. “It is nothing that concerns you.” Cassandra stepped closer, sniffing the air. “Thes

Nova’s eyes widened. Liam leaned in. “A daughter?” Tatiana nodded. “Hidden in plain sight. Sent to private boarding schools, raised by caretakers. Never publicly claimed. But she exists.” The photo showed a girl no, a woman, twenty-two, sharp-eyed, and eerily beautiful. Dark hair, pale skin. And a tattoo on her wrist: A scorpion, curled in fire. “Irena named her after her mother,” Tatiana said. “Yelena Volkov.” Nova sat back.

Her eyes closed as she exhaled deeply. He drew her into his arms, watching her pale face as she passed out. Elena Romano is the Alpha princess who eventually became a slave, and he is Alpha Don Dante Russo, the Mafia Alpha King to whom all Alphas submit.

“Wrong answer I mumble dropping his wrist and flicking off an invisible piece of lint off my suit before casually walking away and heading back towards the stairs. Elena Roman Russo is here right now and he just broke a man's wrist in front of me and then casually walked away. What the hell is going on, …..

Viktor “Viktor,” I turn upon hearing my name and I keep a neutral look on my face when Yelena approaches me. There is a soft smile on her face as she walks towards me. She’s wearing a blue dress that stops just above her knee and her straightened brunette hair stops right above her shoulders. There's heavy makeup on her face and I must say, Yelena exudes an aura wherever she goes. She is Vladimir’s daughter.

Nico “So, what you are saying,” I say as I sit directly in front of Aurora in my office. She leans forward with her elbows resting on her knees. “Is that somehow this Yelena woman is the daughter of a Russian woman, was given up for adoption and taken in by a Russian family. That the Sokolova family are Mafia related? Is this for real? I thought there was no mafia connection?” She rubs one of her perfect arched brows with her forefinger. I can see the pulse going in her neck. “That would be correct, Boss.”