Yelena Romanoff の小説・ストーリー

He reached out, brushing a hand against her waist. “I’ll kill him before he ever touches you.” “No,” she said, eyes blazing. “I will.” Elsewhere — Drake’s Prague Compound Drake de Marco walked into his private lounge. A redheaded woman lounged on a velvet chaise, legs crossed, stilettos glinting like knives. Yelena Volkov. Former Interpol. Now his paid shadow. She stood, sharp as a switchblade. “You called in everyone,” she said. “Even the Germans are nervous.”

Lena whispered. Anastasia couldn't speak. The older woman stepped forward. "My name is Elena Volkova," she said. Her voice held the weight of secrets kept for thirty years. "I'm Dimitri's sister. I'm the one who built the original organization. And I'm the one who sent your mother into his world to destroy him from the inside." She looked directly at Anastasia. "I'm sorry it took so long for you to come home."

the assistant said as she opened a heavy glass door and stepped aside to let me pass into a massive office that overlooked the entire financial district. I stepped into the room and I felt my heart stop for a split second because the woman sitting behind the desk looked so much like Isabella that I almost reached for the knife hidden in my sleeve, but she didn't have the same wild look in her eyes and her hair was pulled back into a tight bun that made her look like a school teacher instead of a killer. Elena Romano stood up and smiled at me with a look that was way too friendly to be real, and she gestured toward a leather chair in front of her desk while she poured two glasses of sparkling

I hadn’t experienced anything even resembling peace in days. “You need to move back from the window. The voice belonged to Elena. She said it the way she said everything, without warmth, without apology, as if words were nothing more than tools she wielded to achieve an end. She was in her mid-forties, lean-jawed, with silver running through her dark hair and eyes that never stopped for long upon anything. She had been identified by Victoria as ex-Mossad. And it seemed entirely right to me when I looked at her now.

"Like Anna. That's why you're in danger." "I don't understand. Who are you? How do we look so much alike?" Elena reached into her purse and pulled out a small silver locket. She opened it to reveal a tiny photograph of Tony, much younger, smiling at the camera with his arm around a little girl with blonde curls. "My name is Elena Stark. Anna Stark was my twin sister." The world tilted sideways. I gripped the back of a chair to steady myself. "Twin sister? But Tony never mentioned..."

Standing in front of the main server, typing into a control panel, was a woman. Tall. Blonde. Dressed in all black. And when she turned, Ayesha’s breath caught. Elena Vasquez. One of Davos’ top operatives. She smiled. “You’re late.” Leena groaned. “Of course it’s her.” Ayesha’s jaw tightened. “Step away from the console, Elena.” Elena tilted her head. “You really think I’d make it that easy?” Then, the alarm sounded. And the trap snapped shut.

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 could also see that my 2 mates were also having a hard time controlling their anger and I had to go touch both of them so they could calm down. "What do you want here?" I viciously asked them but my anger was on the female who had been a cruel mother to my mate. "Riana that is no way to greet your long lost aunt Evelyn Rivera Wolfen and her husband Simon who was once your father`s bodyguard." I heard my mother scold me. Wait what...

I grinned, "I'll have to catch up with her energy later." Elena is a perfect combination of both Zyra and Nicolas. She has green eyes like her mother but sharp pointed nose like her father. It makes me feel like a proud aunt to even look at her. Elena Faith Russo is one absolute miracle in the life of my older brother and my best friend.

“Thank you for bringing Selene. I needed that.” “It’s my job to help you find your path,” she replied, her smile bright. “And remember, it’s okay to lean on others. You’re not alone.” As I prepared for another round, I felt a sense of unity between me, Janet, and Adrian. We were all working towards the same goal, and that bond gave me strength. With each strike, I pushed away the remnants of my guilt and pain. I was Annalise, a warrior, a protector. I wouldn’t let Marcus or anyone else take that from me again.