Arnold X Helga Novels & Stories

Different flower bouquets were sent tucked with love letters. The man of the house, Arnaldo Aragon, cannot sit still. He walked back and forth, grumpily speaking to the other line. Veins protruded from his forehead as his nostrils almost flared fire. Helena was rather lively compared to him. She stayed glued on the phone, accepting date invitations and even implicated the idea of matrimony either because she is delighted for her daughter's unexpected change of heart or she wishes to kick her out of the house. The latter seemed to be more probable.

A fierce determination to save her pushed through me, awakening a part of my magic I hadn't known existed as I destroyed Sorin's hold on me, but it was too late. Just as I broke my hands free from the ice, I felt the dream realm shutter, and I watched Helga fall to the ground as the ice vanished from her wings. Sorin was dead, and with it, all her magic vanished, including the one good thing she ever created, Alora. "Alora," I yelled, followed by Helga. I ran towards her, panic seizing my heart as I dropped to my knees. Ashes floated around us, Alora's body naked, her clothes not surviving the blaze but her body seemingly untouched.

Helios is really like his father, from his looks and his aura, he's like the spitting image of Hector. Hector's younger son, Helion is the opposite of Helios. He has more gentle aura and always like to read his books. He's also smart and also an achiever since she often see his name at the school's bulletin board gaining too many awards because of joining competitions. There's no doubt that he's Hector's son. Amalia was busy packing her things when she heard a knock. She smiled upon seeing Hector also smiling at her. "Why are you here?" She asked him.

Helma came closer and reached out to pat him on the head, but due to the height difference, she patted him on the shoulder instead. “I’ll fire you if you lie to me again.” Alan immediately said with certainty, “I’ll never lie to you again!” Harold West and the other guy were dumbfounded at their ‘sibling affection’ for each other. Helma was all dressed up for shopping today. Her jet-black hair hung loose, her skin was as white as jade, her lips were red, and her teeth were sparkly. Her eyes twinkled like stars, but when those eyes glared in anger, they seemed to demand attention. One trembled under her stare.

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.

Aaron called out, opening his arms and reaching out to her for a hug. Xander immediately blocked him, stepping in front of Helena before gently pushing her behind him with his arm. " Hey back off!!! This is my fiance!!!"Aaron challenged, frowning at him. "Xander, what are you doing??" Helena asked him as well, pushing him aside and running into Aarons arms. Aaron hugged her tightly and she buried her head in his shoulder. "Aw Elle,I thought I had lost you. I can't believe this!" He was saying.

I said behind them. "Oh, the wolf goddess is here." Helga said I blushed badly at her words, Helga is a beauty with a brain, she is the daughter of the pack gamma, she loves to look good and she always dreams of being claimed by the son of an alpha or an alpha, which means, she could go to another pack to get what she wants, she hadn't met her mate yet, she is eighteen as well. I am sure, she is hoping to meet her mate today, most time, my father invites different Alphas from another pack to the ball. "And who said she is the wolf goddess?" "It's bad to compare a mere wolf with the moon goddess." I could feel some bitterness in Hilary's voice while Hilary turned her gaze from me.

When the helicopter landed on our helipad, we were all safely away, outside the fences that isolated the area from pups. Angel wasn't the first figure we saw. A tall, upright pup, giving off a powerful alpha aura, stepped out of the helicopter and looked around until he saw us. He just stood there like he was protecting someone. Afterward, the pilot came out, carrying with him some bags. Finally, the most beautiful specimen of werewolf I have ever seen jumps out of the helicopter.

Mr Vim said grabbing Helma's hands. "Get away from me" Helma struggled in his arms. But Mr Vim was much powerful than she was. Mr Vim pined her to the bathroom wall. " Don't struggle, I promise you would like this" he said with his mouth oozing alcohol. Helma turned her face away from the awful smell she was getting. She pushed him away and tried to run but he grabbed her again. " Help! Somebody Help! " Helma yelled in tears and covered in sweats.

"I never thought I'd live to see the day the proud Piano Prince would be on his knees serving us drinks." Helga's best friend, Maeve Sommer, took the glass, her hand brushing against mine. There was something odd in her gaze before she turned to Helga with a teasing smirk. "No wonder you dumped him, Hel. Even his touch feels worse now that he's out of prison." A sudden, sharp heat flared across my cheek. Helga had slapped me. I stared into her furious eyes, completely bewildered. Her jaw tightened as she glared. "Xavier, you even hooked up with my bestie?"