Little Lies by Elena Reyes (popular romance novels txt) 📕

I AM DARKNESS.

I AM SIN.

I AM YOURS.

A truth imprinted onto my skin—its sharp vines digging into my flesh as our bond strengthens with each shallow intake of breath my love takes. Her life is intertwined with the devil, a man who hungers for depravity and death, and yet, I bend my knee for her.

Only her. Always her.

She is mine, and I will kill to protect. Kill to own her.

Gabriella Moore will never leave me. Not by choice or circumstance.

LITTLE LIES was written by Elena M. Reyes

Copyright 2021 ©Elena M. Reyes

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

This work is copyrighted. All rights are reserved. Apart from any use as permitted under the Copyright Act 1968, no part may be reproduced, copied, scanned, stored in a retrieval system, recorded or transmitted, in any form or by any means, without prior written permission of the author.

Cover Design: T.E. Black

Editor: Marti Lynch

Publication Date: May 13th, 2021

Genre: FICTION/Dark Romance/Erotica Suspense/Thriller

Copyright © 2021 Elena M. Reyes

All rights reserved.

Contents

Acknowledgments

PLAYLIST

1. King

2. Gabriella

3. Gabriella

4. Gabriella

5. Theodore

6. Gabriella

7. Gabriella

8. Gabriella

9. Theodore

10. Gabriella

11. Gabriella

12. Gabriella

13. King

14. Gabriella

15. Gabriella

16. Theodore

17. Theodore

18. Gabriella

19. Theodore

20. King

21. Gabriella

22. Gabriella

23. Theodore

24. Gabriella

25. Gabriella

26. King

27. Gabriella

28. Theodore

29. Gabriella

30. Gabriella

31. King

32. Gabriella

33. Gabriella

34. Theodore Astor

35. Gabriella

36. Theodore Astor

37. Gabriella

38. Theodore Astor

39. Theodore Astor

40. Gabriella

41. Epilogue

42. Outtake

43. BOOK NEWS:

44. RISQUE (BEAUTIFUL SINNER #5)

About the Author

BEAUTIFUL SINNER SERIES

ALSO, BY ELENA M. REYES

Acknowledgments

This one’s for the girls that love their books dark, crazy AF, and the heroes a little dirty.

HAPPY READING, MY BEAUTIFUL BABES!!!

Also, a huge THANK YOU to my team. Seriously, I couldn’t do this without you.

Michelle Myers, Ana Rita, K.I. Lynn, C.M. Steele, Marti Lynch, & Mary B. Moore; you guys keep me going when I lose track of my goals. You push me to be better, to not second guess myself when I think I lost my flow. This book was finished because each of you never let me quit or let my fears of entering a new genre stop me.

I love you all so much and I’m thankful to have you in my life.

XOXO

PLAYLIST

Papercut - Linkin Park

Given Up - Linkin Park

Broken - Seether, Amy Lee

Killing Strangers - Marilyn Manson

Sex On Fire - Kings of Leon

It’s Been Awhile - Staind

Hail to the King - Avenged Sevenfold

Angel of Small Death and the Codeine Scene - Hozier

Demons - Imagine Dragons

Otherside - Red Hot Chili Peppers

18th Floor Balcony - Blue October

Iris - The Goo Goo Dolls

Heathens - Twenty One Pilots

Gasoline - Halsey

Valentine’s Day - Linkin Park

The Scientist - Coldplay

Don’t Cry - Guns N’ Roses

Here’s To The Heartache - Nothing More

Still In Love - Nothing More

Through Glass - Stone Sour

Wicked Games - Stone Sour

A Beautiful Mess - Jason Mraz

Earned It - The Weeknd

Can I Be Him - James Arthur

Better Love - Hozier

Machu Picchu - Camilo, Evaluna

Click the link to listen:

https://spoti.fi/3exo4YM

1

King

The act of sleeping has always been special to me. The naivete that even the vilest creatures adapt while their bodies succumb to exhaustion is an intriguing thing.

You have no choice. You’re not aware of your surroundings or the danger that lurks around each corner, and it’s at that time of day when even the strongest become prey. Weak. Where vulnerability and fear rule as king while those without a moral compass, who thirst for blood more than they do breathing, roam freely and without remorse.

Because at night, there are no rules or societal demands for complacency. No masks to hide behind as I slice a throat clear across from one side to the other and watch my victims bleed. Moreover, in that moment, they see me. All of me—the evil that most ignore while walking down a sidewalk and cross my path—it’s all clear to them then, and their expressions always make me smile.

Confusion.

Terror.

Acceptance.

I yearn for those moments. To hear that last gurgle of blood as it rises and escapes the wound, tempting me to cut deeper, to prolong the inevitable fate for those dumb enough to believe good looks and an affluential status in a city as large as Seattle only belong to those who are honest and hardworking.

I’m not a good man. Will never claim to be.

I watch. I hunt. I take.

And right now, I’m reveling at the thrashing sight before me. She’s my obsession.

Has always been mine.

Perspiration beads across Gabriella’s temples and down her neck, pooling at the base while a whimper passes through full, berry lips. She’s the sweetest there. So tempting. So pure for now.

“Blood. So much blood,” the little beauty whispers in her sleep, her tiny fingers gripping the carelessly thrown sheet across her abdomen and hip, exposing the lovely pair of purple bikini panties covering her mound.

It showcases just enough to tease and taunt as the tight fabric molds over her clit and labia. She’ll fit perfectly in my palm. Her warmth will soothe the beast residing within who needs a queen.

I push off from my perch against the painting she skillfully made of my home down to the smallest detail and stop beside her bed. With each step closer, my cock throbs. It’s hard for her. I’m near the point of praying at her temple for a taste, but not yet.

Today is about her. About celebrating what drew me in the day she crossed my dark path.

With the tips of two fingers, I caress her left leg with gentle sweeps up and down until reaching her knee. She’s soft, and her flesh so pliant beneath my touch. It’s a heady feeling knowing that I could break her without exerting much force, but it’s just as humbling to know that I’ll never harm her physically.

Mentally, though, I’ll revel as she crumbles into madness.