Yelena Romanoff Novels & Stories

She was nothing more than a threat, not only to them, but also to her arrivals position Sienna De Luca, the woman that she should have eliminated. And now she was going to learn what it is to cross me. “Get me Nikolai,” I said coldly, not bothering to raise my voice. I didn’t have to. The guard outside the door heard me. They always did. Moments later, Nikolai stepped in. My beta. My oldest weapon. He raised an eyebrow at me for a moment before looking down at his feet, waiting to see what I was going to say. He bowed his head, his silver eyes gleaming with the kind of loyalty that Delilah had clearly forgotten. “You called, Alpha?”

A female voice told Ellaine. She was beaten and tired, more dead than alive. Her breath was just a thin thread. But she was determined to win this, once and for all. She wouldn’t dare give up. Because her hands were tied, she struggled to reach the Hristoax with her mouth. To distract Ánië, she said “You will not be able to beat me now.” “Really? Why?” She turned to Ellaine just in time to see her eat the pearl in her necklace—the Hristoax.

There was shuffling, muffled sounds—then a weak, trembling whisper. “Anya?” Celine. My grip tightened on the phone. “Don’t you dare hurt her!” I snarled, my fists clenching. The man laughed again, cruel and amused. “Oh, I won’t… as long as you cooperate.” I forced my voice to stay steady. “What do you want?” His tone turned to ice. “I need information.” A heavy pause. “Spy on Viktor Romanov. I want to know what’s going on inside his fortress—his plans, his movements. Every single detail.” His voice sharpened. “That is the only way your little friend stays safe.”

"Don't hate him too much, Evelyn. He was a child when they took him. He was raised to be a lie. I know he may have been cruel because he was thought by those stupid Americans to be so. Give him a chance to find out who Yamelyan and maybe you can find out who the woman behind the Chairperson is, too." I wrapped the towel around me, feeling the coarse fabric against my skin. "I’m not sure I want to know her. She’s currently hiding in a slum in Murmansk." "She’s currently the only woman who can make a Vor’s son look like a kicked dog," Lenochka winked. "That’s a power worth keeping." We walked back to the apartment, our shoulders brushing, the tension between us replaced by a fragile, humid bon

She twists her fingers in her lap, "The blue prints are not the only weaponry I have against Romanov. I have a mole in his mansion. Someone that gives me valid information on most of his plans." I brace my elbows on the table and Ricardo shifts to the edge of his seat. "Who is this mole?" I ask "Yulia, the girl I told you about. Yulia Austin." I sit back in my chair. Ricardo just stares at her, the surprise on his face slowly morphing into anger. What was up with him and this Yulia girl anyways? "Isn't that Skylar Romanov's personal maid?" My question is not directed at anyone in particular but Yulia answers anyways.

Badges gleaming. Elena's face went white. "Who are you?" "Special Agent Sarah Chen. And I've been waiting for you for a very long time." ---

“They were after her specifically.” “You don’t know that,” I said, though the photograph in Romanov’s hand said otherwise. “I know exactly what a target photo looks like,” Elena said. “I’ve seen one before. Mine.” The room went silent except for the low hum of the ventilation system, and Romanov’s grip on my hand tightened, almost imperceptibly, before he seemed to catch himself and release it.

“Justice for what they did to Mom. To us. The Morettis sold her out—tipped the Bratva. You locked it away. I’ll set it free.” She pressed a vial trigger—blue mist spraying toward the crates below. Moretti men coughed—collapsing. Rocco burst from shadows—tackling her guards. Dante fired—suppressed shots dropping hackers. I grabbed the vial—smashing it, purging code activating on my burner. Elena lunged—knife flashing. “You’re just like them!” I disarmed her—pinning her. “No. I’m like Sofia. Mercy.” She went still—tears breaking. “She’d hate me.”

Probably staring at the sky,a place he would never go. Even in death he was still mad at me, I spent half of my life trying to please him till I turned fourteen. That's when I met Gwen, She inspired me. I saw her yelling at the apples on the orchard cause they won't fall off. I was thrilled and amused . Dycan had set standard for girls, yelling at the apples was not so ladylike, but Gwen didn't care. She never cared about what anyone thought, she never lived her life for anyone. Non regardless of the fact that she was an omega wol

"My name is Yelena. That’s all I can say for now. Years ago, I met someone with the surname Hayes, and you truly resemble him in terms of having sharp intuition and always being precautious." "Did Jason come here before?" "Non! I'm not referring to Black Circle's infamous Owner; rather, I'm referring to someone who has nothing to do with Black Circle. His name was Gary if I remember correctly." Selina’s chest is getting tighter and her breathing is becoming harder as if she is stepping into a nightmare. These are the triggers for Selina to aim a gun at Yelena’s forehead. Using a coarse voice, Selina once again asks about Yelena’s identity. "WHO… ARE…YOU?"