Elizabeth Reyes Author Novels & Stories

"Welcome to Scope. First time here?" She nodded. "Word on the street is you’re the man to see if someone wants to partner on something that doesn’t exist yet." I raised a brow. "You’re going to have to be a little more specific. We serve a lot of things that don’t exist until someone dreams them up." She smirked, clearly amused. "Fair. I’m Elizabeth. I’m a food writer. But I’m also working on launching something a little more...hands-on."

"Sure. You have that kind of mouth of yours. But I don't think you know me—" "Elizabeth Buenaventura, a little princess and heiress of Mr. William Buenaventura's businesses from air, land and sea." Elizabeth's mouth seemed to close because of what she heard from the man in front of her. Is this man mocking her? "Do you want me to continue?" He stared at her. Her nails are currently digging into her own flesh, and she doesn't mind if it's going to get hurt. "Mr. Buenaventura's daughter is a brat. A big bitch brat who wants to torture people because of your father's money—"

That was when leo knew the world was a wicked one. When leo became the leader, he killed all those responsible for his father's death. That was when he became a blood thirsted monster, some people said he was psycho, some said he was cursed. But he knew in his heart, the world made him who he was today. He lit his cigarette inhaling it deeply before slowly exhaling. What he needed now was a nice and comfortable bathe. And a woman by his side, definitely not Zoey. Elizabeth's POV Walking in the street of London, she swing her purse gracefully. Elizabeth smiled remembering today's event. She wander around looking at the new stores and came across a little girl selling hand made bracelets, Eliz

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,”

Her eyes narrowed, “I heard the meeting was… intense. Louisa said Mrs Reyes could probably be the next Jesus.” My pulse stuttered. “Louisa talks too much.” “Louisa was impressed,” Vivian corrected softly. She shifted in her seat, her eyes narrowing just a fraction. “What is she like? Elena Reyes.” The question hung in the air, heavy and loaded. “She’s efficient,” I said, my voice completely flat. “A machine. Exactly what we need to make this project work.” “Is that all?” Vivian murmured, her voice dropping into a lower, more intimate register as she stood up. She walked around the table, her dress rustling against my chair.

He wasn't the only one because Elizabeth, who just came to call them for breakfast, heard it and froze in place. “Breakfast is ready,” she said, regaining her wits and averting her eyes from them. Mia didn't utter a word but rose to her feet and walked to Mason. As much as she didn't Mason. She also hated the idea of the woman touching Mason anyhow. When they both walked past her. Elizabeth felt Mason's hand brush against hers, sending an electric shiver throughout her body. She would rather not have breakfast with such a man. Elizabeth took her purse and decided to hold for a walk, or maybe see Skylar at the bar to pass some time and check on Mason's background.

“What yummy fella?” The redhead’s blue eyes went wide with surprise as she stepped away from the door to allow Eliza to enter her studio apartment. Taking a fistful of her thick coppery shoulder length locks, she twisted her hair into a bun and secured it with a hair tie as she asked, “Are you serious?” Following her friend into the oversized room, Eliza closed the door behind her as she said, “Promise you won’t make fun if I tell you something?” Reba gave a wary eye as she replied, “When do I make fun?”

Chapter 56: You Were Saying? Reese “Why?” She asked defiantly. Was I surprised? Not even a little. Elizabeth had never been the type to fold neatly into anyone’s expectations, least of all mine. She was stubborn as hell, brave in a way that made my blood run hotter than it had any right to, and so damn turned on right now that the air practically crackled with it. I could see the evidence plain as day. Her nipples had tightened into stiff, defiant peaks, pushing hard against the thin white cotton of her tank top like they were begging for attention she was still pretending she didn’t want.

Elizabeth put down the rulebook, tossed it into the fireplace, and asked me who I thought I was kidding. “Well?” she asked, adjusting her glasses with maddening calm. “Say something, Reese.” “What the hell do you expect me to say?” I muttered. “You caught me off guard.” “Sorry,” she said, not sounding sorry at all. “But I needed answers. And I needed them fast.” I swallowed another spoonful of cereal, trying to gather my brain cells—when a thought slammed into me so hard I nearly choked. A very terrifying, sanity-ending thought. “Elizabeth?” I asked slowly, dropping my spoon into the bowl. My palms suddenly felt sweaty.

and she wanted to ask if she could move into her house. But considering the possessiveness of that pervert Christian, Elizabeth eventually shook her head to herself. How could I dare to ask for such a thing in front of this devil? There’s no way unless I’m tired of living! Seeing that Elizabeth obviously wanted something but painfully rejected it after peeking at Christian, Riya laughed, “Lisa is really cute.” Elizabeth was speechless. Stop this Riya, Stop teasing me, or I will fall out with you! Can’t you see the mushroom cloud of anger forming on top of your buddy’s head?