Arnold X Helga Novels & Stories

He'd moved out to live with Helga, and she had just gotten out of the shower. Gently, she called out, "Shawn." Helga was only covering her top with a bra and the rest of her body with a piece of a towel. Her hair was half-dried, and the air around her was refreshing. She huddled closer to Shawn and bent over, wrapping her arms around him. "It's late. Why are you still texting her?" Shawn froze and locked his phone. He turned around. Helga was inches away, trying to kiss him, but he dodged. Wiping the liquid off his cheek, he asked, "How about I blow-dry your hair?"

Arnold yelled towards me in happiness. I was a bit happy and lost at his declaration. I was happy because he seemed genuinely overjoyed. I was confused though because I had no idea what he was talking about. “Arnou I'm sure that's amazing. But who has agreed and to what?” I asked Arnou with a chuckle. “Sorry,” he said with a small laugh. “Herley. Harley has agreed to make the antidote!” Arnold explained in joy as he walked closer to me with a big smile on his face.

Arnold's voice was low. Tight. As if he was struggling with the realization himself. As a shifter, he should have known. He was always close. Always watching. Always aware of every change in her. Yet somehow, he had missed this. The thought clearly unsettled him. He crossed the room almost immediately and pulled her into his arms. Firm. Protective. His lips pressed against her forehead and lingered there. As if reassuring himself she was really here. "I wouldn't have known either," Hella said gently. "Not unless I checked carefully."

This time Dante punches him in the arm. "Anyhoo, slap my tits and call me Ethel cause here she comes" He whistles "Here girl, come on" Helena bounces in the door. "Sorry guys, this place is huge. I walked right passed and..." She looks at the nametag on Arlo's top "O.M.G!! Your name is Arlo!! I've been calling you Arnold. Why didn't you say anything??!!" He puts the balls of his palms, in his eye sockets in frustration.

I see Alpha Saint go to step forward, his anger evident, his mate places a hand on his arm, with a small shake of the head she makes him stand down. “We haven’t been properly introduced, I am Luna, Princess Bellatrix and you are?” The little Luna says to Helga, flexing her title. I smirk at the outrage on Helga’s face, these wolves are far too smart for her and beating her with polite pokes is amusing. Helgs links her arm with Me “I am Duchess Helga, I was who Vulcan should be mated to” I shrug her off, but before I could answer I feel my little wolf her anger spikes. ‘Little wolf, are you ok? I can feel your emotions, what makes you so angry?’ I ask her, needing her to be ok but happy to g

In the warm, protective embrace, inside the minimalist room that was now completely clean from the shadows of the past, Helga finally closed her eyes peacefully. Out there, Neophile City might be preparing to face a massive inter-faction war driven by Sebastian Norwich and Eleanor. However, inside this room without shadows, behind the warm black silk blanket, Helga knew she had found her true fortress, being inside the embrace of the supreme wolf who was ready to destroy the world just to keep her alive.

There were tiny crystals embroidered on the hip that matched the valknut mark we all wore. I walked into Helga’s room seeing her stand as the hair artist did finishing touches. She was a vision of pure beauty. I could sense her power, it changed slightly today, likely in preparations for her shift. “I can not describe how beautiful you are.” I said smiling wide. “I thought I wouldn’t be this emotional until your wedding day! Or at least prom!” I started to cry. “Mama, stop.” She said hugging me. There was a hiss from behind her before a sigh and she left it alone. I was curious if she had seen Renard or Bjorn today to see if she had the mate bond. I spoke with her briefly a few times, but we

Sieghal said, smiling, leaving Kenna shocked and wide-eyed. Sieghal walked over to Mr. Archie. Soon after, they left the meeting room. The middle-aged man with grey hair and beard led Sieghal to a room where Helbert was sitting, sipping a glass of wine. Arrogant, yet so elegant. Helbert looked like a masterpiece painted by God, standing before Sieghal today. Archie told Sieghal to sit, then opened a desk drawer, took out a glass case containing a pair of contact lenses placing them on the table between them.

His face is blurry to me. His voice is muffled. I inhale as my eyes shut. Now too heavy to open. But a scent fills my nostrils, a family scent. I cling to it as I truly fall into oblivion. ---- Andrea Something soft is touching my face. Patting my cheek delicately. Andrea. Open your eyes. I don't want to though. I'm warm, comfortable. The softness continues to caress my face. Leaving tingles trailing it as it moves.

I scanned the place. I am sure. This is the place where I dropped off Magda last time. I can't be wrong. I spoke in the back of my mind. I wonder why Bel is the one who was here. Just in case Bel and Magda are the same people—No! No! It's impossible. I protested. If you take a look, Bel has a sun-kissed skin tone while Magda is fair. Bel has shoulder-length hair while Magda is long. The woman who's with me now is tall, while Magda just has an average height.