Novelas de TheMuse

Helena’s P.O.V“Step aside!” I demanded, and it took his personal assistant a few minutes before she dropped her hands and stepped to the side. I reached for the doorknob and pulled it open. It was then that I understood why his personal assistant was stopping. It was quite an irritating sight; my lawyer was on his knees while his mistress sat with her unbuttoned shirt, holding onto his tie. “The fuck is going on?” I asked, to stop the craziness. Their heads shot in my direction, then they separated. Hands reached for shirts and trousers, buttoning and zipping. The mistress stood up and buttoned her shirt. She walked past me with her head lowered. “Miss Graves,” she greeted me before she got to the front door. I walked forward, then grabbed a chair and took a seat while I waited for my lawyer to collect himself. He groaned to clear his throat as he took a seat. “Miss Graves, I didn't know you'd be coming around,” he pointed out the obvious. “I didn't tell you, now did I?” I quest

Helena’s P.O.V “Helena,” Lilith’s lips spread into a wide smile as she approached me. I shifted my gaze away from her to see Elias, Tristan and Lucien looking at us suspiciously.My attention was pulled back to Lilith when she grabbed my arm and wrapped it around hers. She pulled me towards the car, eagerly. “I know yesterday didn't end on good terms, but we can't let it remain that way”.I didn't say a word. I wasn't sorry, and I wasn't going to give her the impression that I was. “Anyway, how did you get to know Theron?” “Who?” The word slipped from my lips, and I almost bit my tongue while speaking to her. “Theron Cross,” she answered. “You were speaking to him just now; I thought you knew him”. I didn't respond. “He's Elias’s childhood best friend, and they haven't seen each other for a long while, so this is like a reunion for them, so don't ruin it with your little crush,” Lilith explained. “Best friend?” I whispered to no one in particular. If they were best friends,

Helena’s P.O.VI grabbed my keys from the receptionist before I headed to my hotel room. It was quite considerate of them to get a hotel for their guest, but of course, they didn't pay for Helena. I was the villain after all. I rolled my eyes and walked down the hallway. I stopped between two doors. My gaze glanced from one to the other. Was it 123 or 133 I saw in the novel? I couldn't quite tell. I took a breath, then turned to 133. I silently hoped it was the right room. I grabbed the handle and was about to insert the key when the door pushed back slightly. It was already open. My eyebrows furrowed. Had I left it open? Or had someone broken in? It took me a few seconds before I stepped into the room. I shut the door slowly behind me, but I didn't turn the lights on immediately. If there was anything I learnt in the real world in a city filled with criminals, turning the lights on immediately was begging to be shut. The irony. I rolled my eyes. When the tenth second passed,

Helena’s P.O.V My eyes snapped open to see eyes staring back at me. A crowd filled the large hall, and I couldn't recognize any faces.They stood far away yet close enough to see the situation play out. They all wore luxurious dresses and suits, and it made me wonder what exactly was happening. I still scanned the room. A large chandelier hung above us, glistening in the light. It took my breath away. I hadn't seen anything like it. Wait. Blood. My head dropped and my hand shot to my dress. My eyes widened as I realized I was no longer wearing the thrifted jeans and bloodied shirt I had on, but a black long gown with a dangerous slit that stopped at my thigh. The jewelry looked perfect with the gown, and I couldn't imagine anything better. The only problem was this wasn't something I could afford. “Helena!” A voice called, but not in a sweet tone. Hate gripped the words so tightly my head shut up. I had never heard so much anger squished in a sentence so much. “Apologize righ

Helena’s P.O.VThe old mouth of the gun pressed against my forehead, this was the third time it was happening this week.My hands had grown used to being held above my head so the robbers won’t think I was trying anything funny.I kept my face expressionless; at the moment I couldn’t make any, all I wanted was to get back to the novel I was reading. My gaze shifted to the novel a few times, I wanted to find out what was going to happen. The villain was about to make the annoying main character, Lilith pay for embarrassing her. “Money. Now!” The robber ordered and I nodded. My hands reached for the cash register and tugged the compartment open. 10 dollars and two cents. I sighed. The robber won’t be happy but it was a slow night. I reached in, tugged them out and dropped them on the counter. His gaze shifted from the cash then to me, twice.He was pissed and it was visible on his face. The way his eyebrows furrowed, jaw clenched and veins popped out, it was either he was going to