Craving Helen Hardt Novels & Stories

Zara asked, clearly intrigued. “A chance to be with him,” Helen replied. “Jude wants to be CEO. If Alexander won’t give me what I want… maybe Jude will. Besides, I’ve sacrificed so much for Alexander, and I have nothing to show for it.” “Sacrifice so much for him…hmmm,” Zara shook her head slowly, as if trying to absorb everything Helen had said. She walked over to the bar, picking up a bottle of wine, pouring two glasses without even asking.

Evelyn Hart saved Bryan Kingsley’s life once. He repaid her by ruining hers. As children, she pulled him from a river, but her sister Lily stole the credit before he woke. Bryan grew up loving Lily, while Evelyn became the quiet girl no one remembered. Years later, when Lily was left paralyzed after a mysterious accident, Evelyn took the blame. Bryan believed the worst of her, forced her into a loveless marriage and spent three years making her pay for a lie she never told. Then Lily came back, walking and looking beautiful and ready to reclaim him. Bryan divorced Evelyn without hesitation, and Evelyn disappeared with a broken heart, a secret from his dead mother and a child he did not

she ejaculated almost consecutively when Jason gave in to all her demands which eventually caused her to release a suppressed scream. She knew earlier that she had been restraining herself from making a louder noise but with this kind of happiness she was feeling, that she was almost losing herself, it seemed like that is something, that is so hard to do. She has always been a quiet person. But in a case like this, Jenny could not promise that she would not make noise. "Jason, mmnnn ..." "Sweetheart," replied the young man who raised his face then stared at her. "Oh, please keep going, I still want to, please, satisfy my cravings," she said reaching for his face then caressed it.

"I figured you could use the moral support of a familiar face being the first one here." "You have no idea." I reached for a ripe tomato and a knife and started adding that to the salad as she poured herself a glass of wine. "Well, I didn't want the rest of them to scare you away." She grinned wickedly, her dark eyes twinkling. "I figured you'd want some support when you meet Cousin Eddie with his Elvis fixation or Aunt Martha, who can talk for hours about her garden slug and aphid problem." "She's not that bad," Jack objected with a laugh. He minced a few cloves of garlic with knife strokes so swift my eyes could barely follow it. "Better than Dad and his Civil War stories."

I sounded off, so she heard me clearly. Melissa was so unbothered, and her nonchalant attitude pissed me off even more. Since I found out yesterday about Melissa’s husband joining the race, I have suddenly developed even more hatred for her. “I guess the earth chose to vomit out a promiscuous woman who finds pleasure in seeking the attention of another man, or should I say men?" My words were directed at Melissa to trigger her; she irks my soul.

"I think I'll try the chocolate one next. Is there anything else you'd like to try?" "Unfortunately, I don't have much of a sweet tooth." Helena was taken aback. "You're too stiff, Michael. It would be good for you to loosen up your muscles and you’re thinking. It's okay to have the occasional sweet taste on your tongue. You won't lose focus." Michael gave a little smile. "I don't want to be distracted like before, Miss Helena." "Just Helena, please." Helena gestured with her hand in the direction of one of the waiters, who immediately approached her. She ordered two pieces of the same thing. The waiter had what Helena wanted ready in no time.

Sweet lord. As my fangs pierced Marley’s throat, I could taste the sweetness which came from her blood and the opioid effect of her pleasure. Hot blood washed into my mouth, warming me through, sitting heavy in my belly. My pace increased, my hips ramming against hers as I plundered her beautiful body. She was mine. After two years of pining after the one woman I couldn't have, Marlene Brennan was finally mine. Marley lay under me, moaning; back arching; on the verge of an orgasm and I was the cause. That delerious thought, dancing around in my head, making this all the more exciting, and unbelieveable.

All suffering originates from craving, from attachment, from desire. —Edgar Allan poe DARIUS Some presences choke you like smoke, but hers,hers lit me on fire. And I hadn’t burned in years. “Again,” I yelled at the men sprinting across the field. Their strides had slowed, a clear contrast of the burst of energy they started with. I pushed them harder than usual, not out of discipline, but because I needed the noise to drown out the chaos in my chest.

“Who are you talking about? What didn’t you know?” The scientist’s lips trembled, and he looked up at Dylan with wide, fearful eyes. “Helen ... .It was Helen” At the mention of Helen's name, my heart literally stopped for a second. “She came to me months ago, asking about rare drugs. At first, I thought she was just curious, but then she started pushing for more information about a specific type of drugs that could make someone lose their memory for a short period of time. I had no idea what she wanted to use it for” He confessed, tears streaming down his face.

“Shadowmoon Pack’s official records show only one son born to Alpha Matthias and Luna Seraphina Silvercrest. There’s no mention of a twin anywhere in their public documentation.” “But we were both born there. Both lived there until…” Rafe cleared his throat. “You should see this.” He tapped the tablet and a browser tab opened to a pack-affiliated gossip site (disguised as a regional lifestyle blog for plausible deniability). The headline screamed: “Shadowmoon Heir’s Wedding Crash Meltdown: Alpha-to-Be Begs Ex-fiancée to Choose Him—Publicly Rejects Devoted ‘Friend’ Valerie Thornwood”