Yelena Romanoff Novels & Stories

She made threatening noises with her mouth. Emily calmed Drake down by gently stroking her back, and then she looked to Beta Dillon and motioned for him to remove Bella from the room. "Let her suffer," Drake said. "Torture her because she attempted to take the life of my heir and my breeder... because she was a betrayal, and she should be put to death in a cruel and heartless manner." Dillon complied with his orders without question.

Eliana laughed, shaking her head at her husband. “I’ll take that as a yes, my beautiful malyshka” Vladimir teased his wife. “Let’s just go home, Vladimir Romanov” “Sure, my sweetest malyshka, sure” ************************* “I’m guessing that this is goodbye?” Nikolay said, looking at Eliana who smiled, wrapping her arms around the man who has been a big brother to her since they’ve met. “For now, you never know when our paths might cross over again. A new case, a new adventure, a new enemy to fight” Eliana said, pulling away from the hug. She hugged Anastasia, the cop who has helped her through a lot.

She had known the truth and she had chosen to protect the arrangement. I straightened and cursed under my breath. “For fucking out loud, what game are you trying to play?” I muttered to the empty room, trying to understand the situation as it was going. The door was knocked, breaking my train of thoughts. “Come in.” I called, staring at it, knowing that it was Yelena. Yelena stepped inside without waiting for a second summons. She had managed the Romanov household for years and rarely needed to be told twice. She inclined her head. “Alpha Romanov…”

Nikolay teased, entering the house “come on, Yaroslav, Lycan or not, the girl is a beauty” “Nikolay” Aunt Sienna teased, smiling at me. She winked and looked at my blushing malyshka who didn’t know what to respond “ignore my husband, he has been trying to calm Yaroslav down throughout most of the way, I’m Sienna, by the way, but just like everyone else, you will be calling my Aunt Sienna” “Alright” Scarlett said, laughing. “What would she be calling me?” Nikolay teased, crossing his arms over his chest “I feel completely ignored”

It was like Bernard sedated him too but with something much heavier; it was something Bernard used to tame Colton. He stretched out his hands when his blurry vision caught what seemed to be a chestnut haired colored girl lying beside him, it was Harley. “Harley?” Roman called wearily as he tried to touch her but couldn’t, his visions weren’t quite clear so he couldn’t quite figure whether she was lying too far from him or she was just near. “Harley is going to be part of something great, something you have refused to be.” Bernard put on a nose mask and wore two surgical gloves.

She sighed leaning against the wall. “ as stupid and reckless it might sound sir, she has a point. The element of surprise is kind of all we have right now. He won’t be expecting us to hand her over just like that” he snapped his fingers. Ryan has a point but it’s just way too reckless, he’s an alpha he could see right through her in no time. But I can’t seem to even figure her out so i don’t know maybe it is our only shot.

Her eyes like that of a cat and lips plump and full. Although Agatha had only seen her once, without seeing her face at that, she already knows the girl in the pictures without anyone needing to tell her. Angela Raphael. Daughter of the Russian mafia. The edges of the paper begins to curl as Agatha's hands tighten into fists, her anger bubbling to the surface the more her eyes remained on the picture. And as if this can make her feel better, Agatha quickly turns to the next pages ready to take in all the information Romeo and the team had gathered.

The second was silenced with a chokehold as Elena slid into the facility’s auxiliary ventilation shaft, bypassing four levels of biometric locks. Her mind was clear. Sharp. Unrelenting. She had to be. There was no room for doubt anymore. No room for the girl who once believed justice wore a name. Damien’s name. She killed the thought before it could root. Down the hall, Rhys Vale sat in a concrete chamber surrounded by holograms – projections of the Eidolon schematics flickering across the walls like godlight. He was speaking to an AI unit in a clipped voice. “Elena Vasquez is a myth now,” he said. “We made sure of it. The only version of her that matters is the one we built – the AI constru

"Anastasia." "Who?" Frederick asked. "Romanoff. Anastasia Romanoff. When they were looking for her and many others in previous times, those who said they found her brought fake women. Women who looked and sounded like her, same eyes, same hair, similar looks. But they were not her because they didn't have the same memories. They didn't know the things she was supposed to know. Perhaps that's the kind of person Sergio claimed to see. I wouldn't be surprised if the masked king stooped that low and brought an imposter."

At the end of the day, any decision that gets made is hers and hers alone, and I’m grateful that I have an amazing Alpha in her and that I don’t have her job. I inhale deeply. It’s with that deep inhale that I smell my favorite scent in the whole world, warm cherry pie. I know my mate is near. It’s then that I heard the knock on the door. “Come in, Beautiful” I call to Zella, my mate as I lift my head up while still remaining hunched over the desk. Thought to be a Hebrew name meaning, “wolf” the name Zella only encapsulates one small part of who this wonderful woman is. Yes, she is a wolf. But, she’s also my mate, the female Beta of the Crimson Snow Pack, a strong warrior who balances that s