Elena Reed Novels & Stories

Elena’s breath turned thin. Adrian’s hand moved over hers. She should have pulled away. She didn’t. His palm was warm, steady, silent. Not a claim this time. An anchor. Reeves rubbed a hand across his mouth. “I accepted payment to alter the note sent to you. I told you it was stress. I told myself I was protecting the family from scandal. The truth is, I was protecting myself.” Elena closed her eyes. For three years, she had wondered if she had missed something. If she had been foolish. Weak. Too emotional. Too young. Now a dead man on a screen was telling her she had not imagined the trap.

Alpha Helena spoke first. She was ancient. Nearly as old as Cornelius had been. One of the few female Alphas on the Council. "Alpha Elara Reed. On behalf of the Council, I want to begin by saying we had no knowledge of Alpha Cornelius's activities. His conspiracy was hidden from us. His crimes were his alone."

“Dad’s been gone for over six months now and she’s just… quiet. She stays at the kitchen counter every night and then drowns herself drinking wine. She keeps saying she’s fine, but you know how moms are.” I nodded, pretending it was something casual. Inside, my pulse kicked up like I’d just escaped a spray and pray. Elena Reyes. Mrs Rayes to everyone else. She was Forty one with curves that didn’t quit, thanks to numerous yogas and Pilates I’ve seen her doing during my visits. She had long dark hair she usually tied into a messy bun and those full black-pink pigmented lips that always looked like they were holding back a secret smile when she hugged me goodbye after hanging by their place.

Natali Hye Chen sat behind her desk in the marketing division, her eyes fixed on the computer screen in front of her. On the display was a photo—taken from the charity gala security footage—of Kayla Reeds standing beside Jordan More, their hands just barely touching as they watched Qing Lin dance with Liam. Natali had been collecting information on Kayla for weeks, ever since she’d spilled coffee on her hand in the break room. Something about the woman had rubbed her the wrong way from the start—too quiet, too determined, too close to Liam for Natali’s liking.

Hilda looked forward at her husband, who stood at the door. "Don't just stand there. Come and see your beautiful grandmother." She said to him. Edward walked towards her and looked at Catherine. Catherine smiled when she saw him. "Aw! She is smiling! Look at her cute smile." Hilda said. "Can I hold her?" Edward asked his wife, knowing what her response will be. "No. I haven't carried her long enough." Hilda said. Rebecca scanned the room and couldn't find Crystal. "Where is Crystal?" She asked her parents.

I hadn’t experienced anything even resembling peace in days. “You need to move back from the window. The voice belonged to Elena. She said it the way she said everything, without warmth, without apology, as if words were nothing more than tools she wielded to achieve an end. She was in her mid-forties, lean-jawed, with silver running through her dark hair and eyes that never stopped for long upon anything. She had been identified by Victoria as ex-Mossad. And it seemed entirely right to me when I looked at her now.

In that moment, standing on the dusty stairwell of the old school, Elaine realized her dream of becoming a Knight of Artharia was dead. Swallowing the knot in her throat, she pulled herself together and stepped out of the stairwell into the hall. To Elle, crying was done only in the worst of moments, when the fight was gone, and a person found themselves in the shadows of their own destruction, all alone. It was no surprise that she couldn’t stand Leana; Elaine didn’t know how to sort out feelings, let alone be consumed by them.

"This isn't what it looks like." "Really?" Raees asked quietly, her voice sharp despite its softness. "Because it looks like you're about to screw my boyfriend." Reid turned, eyes wide. "Raees. Wait. This isn’t—" "I know what I saw," she bit out. Behind her, the elevator dinged again. More footsteps. “Elena?” Raees’ voice cracked like brittle glass as she turned and saw the woman stepping up beside her. Elena Flanagan had the smirk of a woman who thought she’d just hit bingo in a game of vindication.

Gabriella asked as she helped Elena up to the seat before pouring her a glass of water. Elena drank the water and smiled, " it's nothing darling. I just fell and hurt my knee. That's why I was crying" she lied. " Come, I'll help you get up" Gabriella said as she helped Elena up. CENTENARY ANNIVERSARY....... Nikita stared at Elena with hatred in her eyes as she watched as Elena arranged everything with ease and elegance. " So this is the woman who thinks she can take everything away from me? I'll never let it happen because today is going to be your last day on this earth " she said before snapping her fingers and a man who was clad in a suit appeared.

Elena was the makeup artist I recommended because she kept reminding me of what we joked about in high school that she should be the one to do our makeup on our wedding day. “Oh, well, you’re the one who should make the bride look even more beautiful, right? I still have to take care of Hacel,” Mrs. Rea said as she patted Elena’s shoulder. “Of course. I think I can totally transform Elaine into a Barbie on her wedding day. Who else would do it but me?” Elena boasted, making Mrs. Rea laugh. “I really love your sense of humor,” the lady said before directing her assistant to the next room to bring the beautiful gown there.