Elena Reed Novels & Stories

As soon as he stepped into the penthouse, Ary opened the email fully and began reading: Elena Ava Nolan, born December 25, 1997 to Jon Patrick and Gina Marie Nolan, both of Essex, Massachusetts. Mother, deceased. Personal Details: - Age: 23 - Nationality: American - Marital Status: Married (Bradley “Brad” Hawkins) Residence and Employment: - Last confirmed residence: Shared condo with Bradley Hawkins in Lawrence, MA. - Last known employment: Junior Chef at Scavos Eatery, Essex, MA, from where she resigned, citing “personal reasons”

Bella (frowning): “What are you doing?” Elena (running a finger along the spines): “Looking for Jason Reed’s real story.” Bella: “They’re just books.” Elena (smirking): “Jason Reed doesn’t do just books. When I handled his divorce settlements—before you, don’t give me that look—his study looked like a crime scene of research and obsession. He doesn’t leave things this tidy. These books are aligned like soldiers on parade.” Bella (walking closer, uneasy): “You think he’s hiding something here?”

"Three months maximum. Then we come back and reclaim everything." "If the plan works." "It will work. Elena thinks she's won and that makes her careless." I rest my chin on her shoulder. "And while she's celebrating, we will be building a case that destroys her." My second phone that I had encrypted buzzes with message from Hayes. Hayes: There's a development sir. Marcus Reed made contact with Elena two hours ago. We have the footage and audio. You need to see this. I show Elara the message. "Already?" She turns in my arms. "We've barely been dark for forty-eight hours."

It was something bigger, something beyond my control and I hated when things were beating me. We moved closer, cautiously, keeping a safe distance from the battling mages. The air crackled with energy, making the hairs on my arms stand on end. Elena raised her hands, gathering power. A blinding light erupted from her palms, engulfing Reed in a sphere of pure magical energy. He screamed, a long, drawn-out sound of agony and defeat. Then, silence. The light faded, leaving Reed slumped on the ground, barely conscious. Elena stood over him, her chest heaving, her face pale but determined. She looked like a goddess, powerful and terrifying.

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.

Later that night. Elena returned to her bedroom. She checked her mobile. Her social media profile kept receiving lots of subscribers, in thousands every day. She went to Lilian’s profile to see her friends. And Elena found the profile of the woman in the red dress. “Her name is Scarlett, huh…” She checked Scarlett’s profile and was shocked. The most recent post was made only a few minutes ago. It was about Elena. “This girl rejected Adrian back in school when Adrian was chubby,” Scarlett said. “But now that Adrian is fit, she wants him again. Can anybody help me bring Adrian out of the spell she put on him?”

“Just finishing reports.” Elise gave her a skeptical look. “Or avoiding someone?” Amelia sighed softly. “You enjoy making my life difficult.” “I enjoy watching two stubborn people torture themselves.” “There is no ‘two people.’” “Mhm.” Amelia narrowed her eyes slightly. “Go home, Elise.” Elise laughed softly before leaning closer. “For what it’s worth,” she said quietly, “Mr. Reed has looked distracted all day too.” Amelia’s fingers paused over the keyboard. “That means nothing.”

“What could it be – Ella… yes? – What?!” Wide-eyed, his lips parted agape. The call ended, yet he did not put his phone down. “What happened?” Reed walked closer to where he was. “It’s Ella—” The denial he couldn’t believe shapes how dumbfounded Ruscov was at the sudden news. “—she’s dead.” “What?!” BELIZE STATION

Rayne talked about the whole process and my heart ached with every word she uttered; she faced a lot of torture under my roof. "Do you know why Eleanor did that to you?" Elizabeth asked her. Rayne tried to stay silent, but she placed her fingers on her temples and started rubbing them. "Resisting the spell will put you in pain, Rayne," Elizabeth informed her. "Eleanor is... She is in love with Adrian..." Olivia gasped beside me when Rayne said that and my eyes went wide in surprise. I didn't know that.

Her exact digital authorization code. Her biometric executive clearance. Everything authentic. Elena stared at the screen silently. Impossible. She never approved this. The rain outside seemed louder suddenly. Another memory surfaced sharply. Original Elena sitting alone during a shareholder dinner while executives spoke around her instead of to her. “Miss Vale doesn’t concern herself with financial matters.” Cassian had said nothing. Neither had her father. Because everyone already believed Elena was too emotional to notice what mattered. Her stomach tightened slowly. This transaction wasn’t recent.