Yelena Romanoff Novels & Stories

I paced around her front door, nearly losing my mind, finding no way to contact Rachel. Shit... I punched the wall closest to me, thinking of finding some comfort from my anxiety but nothing helps, it only hurts me this time physically too. I scanned my knuckle that was now bruised, throbbing badly, but at least it helped distract me even for a bit. 'Rachel,' I sighed her name, playing with the bracelet on my wrist. It was a gift from Rachel, and in many ways, it was just a replica of her personality, sweet and quirky and yet mysterious in some way. And for now, this is the only thing close to me that reminds me of her other than the memories I created with her. I touched the bracelet once m

Looks: 5’7, White, brown round eyes, wrinkles, brown short hair always on a ponytail, slim. Family: Raphael Lockwood (boss, like a son) / Robert Smith (husband) / Isbella (Tammy) Smith (daughter) Friends: N/A Romeo Karkov (62) Job: Leader of the Russian mafia Raphael’s biggest enemy Personality: despicable, unfaithful, rude, dangerous, womaniser, disrespectful Looks: 5’7, White greasy hair, Fat, wrinkles, with uneven teeth. Scar on the right side of his face, green eyes.

“Yes? Not anymore but I was born in the Taro family. Why?” Yelena and Bolt looked at him strangely, and Zen felt self-conscious. Did he say something wrong? The panic in him only grew when Yelena dragged Bolt away to talk in Russian. Zen didn’t understand a word and only wished that Sasha was here to translate. The discussion ended briefly, and Yelena announced that they would tell him at dinner only if he accepted one of their requests. “R-request?” Bolt grinned. “Don’t reject Yelena’s kindness. She might be the youngest invigilator at only fourteen, but her skills are unrivalled. Not even the Death Princess can surpass her in an actual battle.”

Roza was still too young and too nervous for the task. I stopped and stared at the girl again. She might not seem much for now, but I knew deep down that this innocent human could be my secret weapon to get back at Alex. If I could convince her to bring out her clan, it would be easy to use the hunters as my puppet too. I never thought I would have to rely on my backup plan, but Alex was the only stumbling block I had to toss aside. There was no way I was going to spend the rest of my eternity being the underdog. Not anymore, not to Alexandra Romanov.

She said, looking me in the eye. I could not, because she didn’t understand the truth. I couldn’t even speak without telling her everything: that my wolf had betrayed me the moment Alexander touched me, that he knew, that he had called me his mate. The thought tightened my chest until I could not breathe. “I’m tired,” I said instead. Helena watched me for a long moment and then nodded. “Very well. Your training will continue tomorrow.” “You cannot be serious,” I protested. “You thought being moved into a nicer room meant you were excused?” she asked.

“She was Marius’s prisoner, and now she’s with me. I wanted to speak with James, but as he’s not here, we’ll be taking our leave.” He grabs my hand. “No,” says Robert, softly. Ethan stills, and a thick tension spreads across the room, mingling with the heady scent of woodsmoke. He releases me. “No?” he says, his voice equally quiet. Robert nods at me. “Who is she?” I raise my chin. My eyes flit momentarily to the narrow window and the mountains beyond—the freedom that I desire. “I’m—” “Her name is Rory,” says Ethan. “A kitchen maid. Not that it’s any of your concern.”

I felt the bile was impossible to be retained any longer. In the room Daniel was totally naked, leaning on the head of the bed with the blanket covering the lower half of his body and smoking. But that was not what totally dislodged me, what did it, was to see an also naked Olivia leaning on his chest with her face totally relaxed. My Olivia! “What the fuck is all this?!” I roared entering the room and slamming the door behind me and causing Olivia to wake up with a start "Oh, sorry, did I wake you up?"

"Yes, ma'am." "Please wait," she said before wearing her glasses. I had only one word for Annabelle Siromani. Unpredictable. When she wore her glasses, her facial expression changed. She looked like an evil Egyptian queen. She literally looked that way. I began to wonder how someone could change in a matter of milliseconds.

I tilted my head slightly and raised an eyebrow. ‘Who?’ I asked, trying to piece the puzzle together. Sasha rolled his eyes and gestured widely with his hands. ‘Lyosha!’ he yelled out. Realisation and nausea hit me. What was going on in my life all of a sudden? ‘I know what it must be like for you with Aleksey Ivanovich, he has a silver tongue, he is a snake charmer. Don’t fall for that, Malyshka’ he said frustrated.

She was just another new girl in red. A tall, tattooed woman with emerald eyes handed her a slip of paper. “You’re up in ten. That’s your mark.” She pointed toward a lounge booth visible through the curtain. Elena unfolded the note. A name: Leonid. And a photo. A man in his late 40s. Russian. Heavyset. Gold rings. Cruel eyes. She nodded, tucking the paper into her boot. Her heart pounded. She stripped the coat off slowly, hanging it on the rack. Her reflection in the mirror caught her off guard.