Elena Reed Novels & Stories

His private whisper was the cold shackle that reminded me I was trapped. "Beautiful," Mrs. Sinclair murmured, clearly moved by what she believed was a moment of intimate affection between husband and wife. That's when I heard her voice cutting through the boutique's hushed atmosphere. "Oh my goodness! Elara, what a wonderful surprise!" Isabella Reed stood at the entrance to our private fitting area, looking radiant in a flowing cream-colored dress that somehow managed to suggest bridal elegance without actually being a wedding gown. But instead of approaching me, she walked directly to Damien with complete confidence, as if she belonged at his side more than I did.

“I know, babe. I get it. Don’t worry, okay?” She nodded against his chest, but her thoughts were somewhere else — at the club, with the woman whose voice still echoed in her mind. Later that night, when Raphael was asleep, Elena sat on the edge of the bed scrolling through her phone. She typed Scarlett’s name into the search bar. Scarlett Voss — The Queen of Club Vixen. Articles filled the screen: rumors, whispers, and headlines about her empire — her power, her wealth, her danger. There were stories about the people who crossed her and disappeared, stories about her charm that could destroy anyone foolish enough to fall for her.

The city woke while they rested in the silence of survival, skin against skin, breath against breath. And for the first time in a long time, the silence wasn’t haunted. Later that day, Elena stood on the rooftop of Killian’s building, dressed in black jeans and a sweater, her hair tied back, wind brushing her cheeks. Below her, New York buzzed on—indifferent to the wars waged in its shadows. Reid stepped out from the stairwell behind her. “I figured you’d be up here,” he said. She smiled faintly. “Old habits.” He stepped beside her, arms crossed. “It’s strange, isn’t it? When the thing you’ve been fighting for finally ends.”

"I'm Rebecca from Juilliard. We've been following Elena's career with great interest. When she's ready to think about college, we'd love to discuss our program." Elena smiled—genuine, but guarded. "Thank you. I'll definitely consider it." After the woman left, Elena turned to me. "Did you see her credentials?" "Elena, she's from Juilliard. One of the most prestigious—" "I know. But I looked her up on my phone while she was talking. She's legitimate. Worked there for eight years. No connections to Darren or his foundation. No red flags." This was who Elena had become. Brilliant. Talented. Suspicious of everyone.

"They said they would never let anyone lay a finger on me. Is this how everyone fulfills their promises? Is this what people do in return for the promises they made? Let others destory the one they promised to protect? Would you do it if you were the one making that promise to me?" I saw tears glistening in Jake's eyes before he held me close once more, embracing me tightly. "You don't need anyone else to protect you, Elena. I'm sorry, I was late. I would never have let this happen if I had been there. I'm so sorry. So fucking sorry."

It’s about two blocks from here. Elena put the gadget back into her bag and decided to cancel her shopping schedule for having errands. She walked to the place where she had parked her sporty motor. Pulling in the helmet and zipped up the jacket, she started to ignite the motor. She rode it slowly to get out from the place. Her mind was filled with some curious questions. ‘What should I say if she will say Edward Philippe is her lover? Can I handle my emotion? To find about it…’ she pulled in the helmet shield.

Nothing happened between us in those past eight months physically but I felt like he liked me too. So I fell hard. I was in love with this man. But no, here I am, going through his I*******m looking at that gorgeous redhead in a green bikini, hugging him as he looked at her with so much love in his eyes. I hated being so salty, I felt like reporting all of his pictures. I am sick and tired of being that friend who is a constant cheerleader and always happy. Because I am not happy. Elizabeth hated Hank. She keeps insisting that Hank led me on and then, just ghosted me and how I was too blind to see something like that. I honestly think I misunderstood his actions, maybe he is just a person wh

She says as she sits next to me and holds my hand. “Okay I guess you are right.” I say. “Wow, you listen to her in a go but not to me even after I begged and pleaded. This is unbelievable.” “Well, she is listening to the boss.” Eleanor says as she snaps her fingers. “You. Are. Not. My. Boss.” Lucas enunciates each and every word.

The draw of books was too great, and despite knowing their time was limited, they continued to walk through, gazing lovingly at the bound tomes. "Amanda! It's a first edition!" Ellie had pulled a book from the shelf and was showing it to Amanda. It was a first edition Wuthering Heights manuscript. Amanda gasped as she walked up to Ellie and stared lovingly at the leather-bound pages. Ellie was practically drooling when Jake came up next to her. "Find something you like?" he asked cheerfully. "Shhhh!" Ellie hushed him. "Is there a reason we're whispering?" Jake said quietly as he looked at the book in Ellie's hands.

Reeda said. " And what are you going to tell him? That you were only toying with his feelings, and that the person you truly love is Adrian, his business rival. Do you want to rub it in his face that Adrian won and he lost. Don't you think that's too much Reeda, you might loose your job right now," Ellen said. Reeda took a step back. Ellen was right. She had only played with him. Eliot wasn't so generous to entertain her now that they were strangers. In fact he might decide to punish her should she overstep her boundaries.