Arnold And Helga Novels & Stories

“Great, now you sound like our trainers.” “There’s a difference, though. We grew up with each other. The guy with the gut wound could be my brother or my cousin, my best friend. Get the idea?” “So, who are these Hell Hounds to you then? So that we know.” “Aria Redgrave. First cousin and a couple of years younger than I am. She’s the computer expert I was talking about, Hal. Please don’t get on her nasty side, or she will waste your time with so much computer nastiness your head will spin. Then we have Devine Kelos. She’s relatively new to our team, but she’s got a nose that can hunt anyone or anything down in a blink of an eye. It’s scary to watch Hilda play a game with Devine. Hunt for the

“My own.” Helena laughed. “Oh, how charming. But I meant—business, politics, old money?” “No,” Aruna answered simply. Helena blinked. “No?” “I worked,” Aruna said. “And lived.” An awkward pause followed. “Well,” Helena recovered quickly, “how… refreshing.” Leonard interjected coolly. “Helena, if you’ll excuse us.” “Of course,” Helena replied, finally releasing Aruna’s hand. “Enjoy the evening.” As they moved away, Aruna felt eyes boring into her back.

Alicia's POV Arnold was staring at the food, but the veins by the side of his head were popping out. He was shaking but I ignored his reaction as I felt more fulfilled by my speaking out. "Who are you, Arnold?! You just got married to Genovia's accomplice's daughter to expand your power and never thought …"

he said dreamily, “when they finally know who they want. I don’t know what I’ve been doing, but... I’ve been foolish. It’s always been you, Rhea.” Amber stood in stunned silence. His words cut deep. Her world tilted. Was he... serious? Rhea wrapped her arms around him. He embraced her back, tightly. Over his shoulder, Rhea cast Amber a smug, mocking smile. Isis did the same. Amber couldn’t breathe. What was happening? “What is going on?” she asked, barely above a whisper. Arnold turned, and for the first time, looked at her like a stranger. “Oh—hello,” he said lightly. “Imagine me forgetting to say hello to the maid.”

Helga further asks, as she walks over to the black armchair in the room, and sits elegantly on it, reclining on it proudly and confidently like her life depends on it. "Just thirty-five years ago, I was living just fine with my husband and the pack members... We loved each other so much and we ruled in peace... But it only lasted until that monster took everything away from me... I watched him murder my husband before my eyes..." Helga narrates with so much disdain resounding in her voice, as she glares at her hands with resentment.

I tighten my grip on my bag straps, refusing to think of what I saw yesterday. But when I reach the Class 1 building, Helga is waiting at the door. I don’t know what she wants to say, and I don’t want to hear it, but she’s blocking my entrance into the class. “Hi,” Helga whispers when I’m close. Her mouth opens and closes twice, and she has the decency to look guilty. “Look, I like Prince Brynne. So, of course, when he asked me to do him a favor, I agreed. Everyone knows he didn’t want you as his Luna. That you two hate each other.”

Arnold took a deep breath and shook his head. “No number of prayers will call him in front of your eyes because he lies in the hearts of his favorites, his worshippers, and his pupil,” Arnold mumbled as he shifted and settled behind her. Pulling the cloak open from the front, he pulls her frozen frame to his chest and covers them both with thick black fabric. Valentina relaxed in his embrace and closed her eyes.

I was frustrated trying to find the outlaws and my men promised to make tonight one to remember. Helga descended the top stairs meeting us on the landing. She hugged me before hugging and kissing each man on the cheek. Kilian stood at the bottom of the second set of stairs. He looked so proud and full of joy. I was shocked when I saw Bjorn walk up behind him at the last minute. Helga said they were not mates; Bjorn seemed frustrated but determined to be there. Helga smiled to everyone before taking a step forward to speak. “Thank you everyone for coming!” She cheered happily.

All this chaos just to catch him. Jethro had already started the helicopter engine—parked there for days in anticipation. As the hatch opened, Aron stepped in with Hilda still unconscious in his arms. He smirked when he saw Arthur standing on the landing, face twisted in rage. “You dumbass,” Aron muttered. That was when he realized—Art was Arthur Cage Nicastro. “Let’s not meet again, Dad,” Aron said coldly and signaled Jethro to take off. No one dared shoot. Not with Hilda aboard.