Elena Reed Novels & Stories

The guilt wasn’t fair, but it bloomed anyway. He didn’t shout. He never does. “Who is she?” The question cut clean. I hesitated—just a heartbeat—and that tiny pause widened into the chasm we’re still trying to cross. “This is Eden,” I whispered. “My friend.” Adrian’s gaze stayed locked on her. “She’s not.” Elena rose slowly, no fear, only that quiet, watchful intensity that had made me trust her when everything else felt off-balance in this relentless city. “Adrian Reyes. I’ve heard so much about you.”

ELENA’S POV By lunch, the number on my wrist had smudged into a blue mess. Fine. Whatever. It wasn't like I had it memorized or anything. (I had it memorized. All ten numbers. I wasn't proud of that.) "You keep looking at your arm," El said around a mouthful of fries. "That's the fourth time." "No I don't." "Hayden. Back me up." Hayden said nothing. He suddenly found his water bottle very interesting.

Lucian nodded quickly, escaping to his SUV for clean air. "Elara," Amanda looked around cautiously, slipping a data crystal into Elara's palm. "Diana Reed came today. I've recorded every conversation she's had with me since our plan started. All our calls too." Elara examined the crystal. "You've been through much. Hold on longer - she can't cause trouble much longer." Amanda's eyes reddened. "I'm not suffering... I hope I can help you." Elara hugged Amanda. "It's alright. Lucian will deal with those wolves."

I whispered, the words dry on my tongue. His gaze didn’t waver. “I did what had to be done.” I took a step closer, each heel click echoing like a countdown. “You were family. You were supposed to be one of us.” Reed’s laugh was hollow. “Family? Is that what you think this is, Elena? We were pawns. Every single one of us. You just happened to rise higher than the rest.” My fingers itched to reach for the gun at my hip, the same one Damien had pressed into my hand the day he left—to protect myself, even from those closest to me.

“Actually, I’m planning to create a foundation to help the poor.” Bella’s eyes widened in surprise. “That’s beautiful, El,” she said with a beam. “Do you need my help?” I nodded, and she sat closer, peeking at my tab. “I’m planning customized shirts and caps…” I began, when Emris walked in. “Hey, Emris,” Bella called beaming. “Elena is starting a foundation!” “That’s great news, El. Congratulations,” he said warmly. “Thank you, Emris,” I smiled back.

WRITER POINT OF VIEW Elena stood at the balcony of her room making a phone call while sipping from a bottle of Scotch, she wasn't looking so happy on the phone call, she was rather irritated over the things the person she was speaking to was saying. She gulp down a large quantity of the scotch. "Jane shouldn't have gone far, turn down everywhere, I need her alive as soon as possible." She said darkly liting a stick of cigarette "Okay boss, I have dispatched some of our men to go to Brazil in search of her." Snake said

Maya’s POV Elena Martins waited for us in a quiet car park behind an old building. She was twenty four, tall and serious with sharp eyes. She wore a black jacket and looked ready for anything. Liam and I walked to her fast. The night air felt cold on my skin. “You came,” Elena said quietly. “Good. We do not have much time.” She opened the back door of her car. Inside sat a new woman I had never seen before. She was beautiful with long dark hair and confident eyes. Elena introduced her. “This is Sophia Reed. She worked for Mr Havisham two years ago, she escaped.”

I searched his eyes for an answer, but whatever it was lay deep in his heart, a place I couldn’t reach with just my eyes. “She was brought back to life,” he revealed. “Elena?” My heart hammered as her name escaped my mouth. “No, Rhoda. She was returned from the dead by the moon goddess. And now my brother won’t rest until he finds her killer,” he answered. It was more relieving to hear Rhoda was back to life than Elena. Not that it did any good for both of us, but at least, it wouldn’t be on my side to struggle from the beginning again. I sighed, shaking my head as thoughts evaded it. “So what’s going happen. Everything’s in place, you need to do something,”

Elena POV I sat in my eight-by-ten prison cell at the Federal Correctional Institution in Texas, staring at the newspaper article about Vanya Reed's engagement to Richmond Fernandez. The photo showed them at some charity gala, looking radiant and successful, surrounded by Sacramento's elite who were celebrating their upcoming wedding. "The couple plans to establish a fifty-million-dollar endowment for domestic violence survivors," the article read. "Ms. Reed's Goddess Foundation has already helped over fifteen thousand women escape abusive relationships and achieve financial independence."

When it finally ended, she rose immediately, gathering her papers like they were shields, and stumbled out without waiting for any confrontation. But I had to see her, so I came up with a reason to. Standing by the door, I took a deep breath and knocked. “Come in,” her voice called from outside. She looked dashing in that navy-blue dress that hugged her skin, and her ponytail sat gracefully on her head. Not for one minute did she look swayed by my presence. “Elara,” She turn She loved to push just to see how far she could go before I broke, and it infuriated and excited me. She knew what she wanted and knew how to get it, unlike Elara, who could almost pass for a remote-controlled robot.