Elena Reed Novels & Stories

All the pieces are in place, and soon, everything will end, whether for good or bad. - My Goddess! – says Elena distressed. - My daughter, I already told you. I can't do anything against free will. However, have faith. There are many people on the path to good. What brings me here is one and only one thing. - What is my goddess? - In the coven where Reed's mate lives, a girl was born from her and Reed. This girl will be Richard's mate. - Who is Richard, ma'am? - Your grandson. Elena smiles. She now knows her grandson's name: Richard, a strong name for a strong king. That is her wish.

she moaned when his lips found its way to her neck. Elizabeth's eyes closed when Aleksander slowly stripped her gown, revealing the fairness of her femininity . She had never done this before but based on her mentors' stories about love and romance, she already had a few ideas on how to arouse a man. Brave as she could ever be, Elizabeth pushed Aleksander away from her. And let her gown slip on her legs, leaving her bare womanhood to the General's eyes.

She reached for her hand mirror and called for Margarette. “How are you? Did you get the dusts?” “Margarette, we need to talk. I want the truth. I want the whole story of Lenriad. Also, I have to tell you another thing.” Ellaine opened the leaf and stared at the beautiful face of a sleeping angel with golden hair.

Elena or the dragon? A/N

“Say it while I stretch you open.” “You own it—oh fuck, you own my pussy!” she moaned, nails digging into his shoulders. “I’m your whore, not his. Use me however you want.” Their rhythm grew frantic, skin slapping loudly. Elena was on the edge again when the door handle suddenly rattled. “Professor Voss? Are you still here?” The voice was young, confident, and familiar—Lucas Reed, one of her top students. Tall, handsome, with sharp cheekbones and an intense gaze that had always lingered a little too long during lectures.

"Legal work, document handling, that kind of thing. He was in regular contact with Elena Rossi in the months before she died." "Regular contact about what exactly?" "That's where it gets unclear," Reed said. "Their meetings were private. No records of what they discussed, but based on the pattern of communications, it looks like Elena was gathering information about something. Documents, maybe. Financial records. Something important enough that she was working with a lawyer to protect it." I leaned back in my chair. "And then she died in a car accident." "Yes," Reed said. "Three months after the last documented meeting with Graham."

“You think this little media circus will distract anyone from what you’ve done?” “I think it’ll remind them who runs this city,” Adrian said coolly. “Arrogant as ever.” “Consistent,” Adrian corrected. “That’s called leadership….a trait you sorely lack.” I was lowkey choking on the testosterone levels in the air. Two overpowered men measuring dicks with words…. Very Iconic. Hale turned to me suddenly. “And who are you, Miss…?” “Elena,” I blurted. “Elena Reed.” He squinted at me like I was familiar.

I was halfway to my desk already to sit my ass down when her voice sliced through the air. "You lying bastard!! " Elena screamed, loud enough that the whole floor could hear. "Alexander Reed...or should I say, billionaire Alexander Reed who owns half of the fucking finance world!." Oh shit! Eyes widened behind laptop screens, everywhere grew eerily quiet. The staffs tried and failed to pretend to mind their business. I kept my face calm, as I turned around walking towards her. "Elena...uhm, Miss Voss. Let's take this somewhere private."