Does Elena Die の小説・ストーリー

Elena must go! “How do you know she’s not dead?”

Put it to her own ear. "Change of plans, Damien," she said. "You want Celeste alive? Bring Elise to me. By yourself. No help. No games. Two hours." She hung up. Turned to Celeste. "Now we wait." "For what?" "For the real threat to show up." Elena smiled. "Because Lucian's not who you should be scared of. And neither am I." "Then who?" Elena walked to the stairs. Stopped. I looked back. "Your dad never actually died, did he?"

Elena pulled out a little buttle from her bra, one looking exactly the same as the one before, "be a good boy, take your mark off him and you can have the cure." Knight laughed, his eyes fixed on the cure, but he didn't move this time. "Really? Still have some fight in you?" Elena laughed, "You can't last too long, your body is dying. But, you just might be the first to ever die of the drug instead of suicide under this drug." Knight closed his eyes: "Then let me die, and let your plan die with me." "Stop pretending to be the hero! You just chose yourself over your mate!" Elena shouted in a shrill voice before she grabbed Knight's hair and poured the buttle into his mouth, "But you are not g

As a servant or something else? "Then you're prepared for the consequence that every one of Elijah's Lunas has met a tragic end?" Elena continued. Wait, what? What did she mean? Suddenly, I remembered Eugenia's story about Elijah's Luna dying in an accident. Did that have something to do with what Elena said? A wave of fear washed over me. "Stop with the ominous talk. I have my own way of protecting my Luna," Elijah said coldly. "Fine, if you say so." Elena nodded gracefully.

"Thank you for coming." "How are you feeling?" Elara asks, surprising me with her concern. "Like I've been hit by a truck." Vanessa attempts a weak smile. "The doctors say Elena gave me enough benzodiazepines to kill me if I'd been smaller. She didn't care if I died delivering her message." "What exactly did she tell you?" I ask, pulling up a chair. "Everything. From the beginning."

“There are too many, even with Catherine's help.” Elena accepted the diagnosis but refused to die. Her fractured tactical consciousness chose a costly option that her emotions would have rejected. “The Void can possess me again and get us out,” Elena said. My consciousness would be lost for the last time. You and the girls will survive my death." "No," Dante declared. I won't let you leave to save us. Find another way or die together." "There is no other way," Elena said, fearing the Void would take control through their connection. I love you and our daughters and will protect you if I die."

But no, she had to let her obsession for one man ages ago control her and so many people died cause of it. "Remember Alexis, if you pull that trigger and kill me you're going down with me too. But yours would be worse cause hundreds of bullets would pierce you. There would be no more Antonio, no more friends, no wedding cause I see you got engaged...." Elena said as her eyes caught the diamond ring on her finger. "And no happy ever after. You can still shoot me if you want though. I'd be more than happy if my favourite niece accompanies me to the world of the dead." Elena said, smiling sadistically again.

She had a bad feeling ever since Noah asked about Hazel. Elena let out a long sigh and gazed out the window. "Hazel is dead," she said. Alice's eyes widened in shock. "What?!" she exclaimed. "What happened? Was she sick? Or killed in the line of duty?" she asked, her expression full of disbelief. Elena looked down. "She committed suicide," she answered quietly, fighting back tears. Alice covered her open mouth, her eyes staring at Elena, a thousand more questions piling up. Elena continued, her voice trembling as she held back sobs.

“One word, and you’re done.” Viktor smiled. “You won’t kill me yet. Not until you hear what I have to say.” “Spare me the speech,” I snapped. “Then let me give you something special.” He snapped his fingers. And a screen came down from the ceiling. The image lit up. Elena. Not a ghost. Not a memory. A video. Recorded two weeks before she died. She sat there. Pale. Thin. Eyes dark with pain. But she was talking. Right into the camera.

"I'm not going anywhere. I'm already caught in this web. And if I don't destroy it from the inside out, it will kill me anyway." A harsh, cold laugh escaped him. "That's a recipe for suicide." "Maybe." I swallowed hard. "But that's the only way that I can live with myself." We sat there in stunned silence for a few seconds. Then Conner leaned back, flinging the ice pack across the room. It landed with a dull thud. "You'd better watch your back, Elena. Because I can't save you from this. Not anymore." The words cut deep and were absolute.