Craving Helen Hardt Novels & Stories

Not wanting to dwell on Fred’s supposed kindness, Laura quickly shifted the conversation. “Wow, what a small world! Haley… right? Please remind me of your name again,” Laura said, moving closer with an apologetic laugh. “No, Miss Laura, it’s Helen,” the woman corrected gently, her smile unwavering. “You’ve forgotten my name, haven’t you?” She teased, though she seemed genuinely pleased to see Laura again. Helen had worked as a maid at the prestigious but notoriously toxic company where Laura had once been employed. She wasn’t just a passive observer, she, too, had been a target. Her every effort to maintain her dignity was met with scorn, and the relentless pressure eventually led to her bei

"I want to know everything. Every man Helena was involved with. Every threat. Every lie." "How would that help you, Hunter? You’ve just found out how evil your dead wife was." She held up a hand to stop me from saying anything. "And before you say anything, she was. What she did to Grace has to be considered evil. Grace is nothing like Helena. She is loving and giving and puts others before herself. Helena is the polar opposite. I can't even believe they came from the same gene pool." I couldn't argue with Quinn's assessment. She was right. Helena and Grace might have shared DNA, but they were nothing alike. Grace gave without expecting anything in return. Helena took and kept taking until t

’ ‘Right,’ Helen murmured, ‘who knows. With a heart that beat no more, she left Mrs Mueller standing between the shelves, and dragged her feet on. For half an hour she stared into cucumber boxes, reminiscing about the night the police were investigating. Still tormented by thoughts, what she finally bought was marble cake. Not the cheap sort for 99 cents, but the expensive kind for a few Euros. At some stage, she’d take it to Annika Brandtner. As if it were enough for everything she owed her. The truth costs considerably more than a nicely wrapped cake, although it is harder to stomach. If Helen were to serve both together - the truth with a slice of cake - it might leave a sweet instead of

I said. “When did she pass away?” I asked. “Sir I am sorry, I lied to you,” he said and I looked at Harsh. “Why are you sorry?” I asked. “I lied to you about my wife being ill. My wife died a long time ago,” he said as he came in front of me and got on his knees. “I am extremely sorry sir, I became addicted to drinking and took money from you for drinking, and after leaving your company, I didn’t work anywhere and spent your money on drinking,” he said and I clutched both of my hands and stood up.

She didn't want to do it, but a part of her kept pushing her. She heard that he was a millionaire and a CEO. This might be her chance to be rich. She should do it now, knowing that she'd not be looking for any sugar daddies anymore. This one's on her age level. "Fuck you for the divorce, Abegail!" Selvin snapped. "You think you could get away from me? Well, you're wrong!" His lips were soft as he brushed them through her. Having CNC kink was hard, but the stings and pains made her feel like she was having an orgasm.

She beckons me to come to her. It's a relief to see her. As I make my way through the crowd, someone hits on me with a "Hey, sexy." I ignored him, only interested in Nate. Amber is wearing Dolce & Gabbana's red mini dress, a popular brand, as well as a Christian Louboutin red heel, another well-known brand. I dreamed of wearing one day. Her hair is curly as usual, and Sookie wears a mini blue ripped short with a stylish black blouse that's fitted to her body like a sports bra, sculpting her large breasts and a black heel.

I froze in the doorway. Luca had some girl from the gala bent over the back of the couch — her dress shoved up to her waist, heels still on, hair tangled in his fist. He was fucking her hard and graceless, all aggression and no care, like he was punishing something abstract. "Yeah," he growled, voice thick. "Take it. Not like that stuck-up bitch Zara. She acts like her pussy is made of gold. Frigid as fuck." The girl moaned louder, arching into him. Luca laughed — that same bitter sound from the hallway — and slapped her ass hard.

I couldn’t risk throwing away everything I had worked for just to become anyone’s personal slut— no matter how much money or mind-blowing pleasure they offered. The temptation lingered for weeks afterward, like a persistent whisper in the back of my mind. Late at night during quiet shifts, memories would surface unbidden: the feel of their hands on my skin, the way their cocks had stretched and filled me so completely, the filthy things they whispered while making me come apart. Ten thousand here, a hundred thousand there. The numbers alone were dizzying. But every time I felt myself weakening, I reminded myself of my dignity, my hard-earned career and the future I had planned long before th

She had wanted to have a slightly different atmosphere, but Les insisted that at least part of Friday would be at the Holidaze Motel. She was at least gratified in knowing that this would be another weekend of sex. She quickly fingered herself into another climax as she relived the last weekend of sexual pleasure. She had even enjoyed the pleasure of another woman, having watched her fuck four males, then she and the other woman ate each other. Helen enjoyed the taste of the semen she ate out of the woman's oozing cunt.

she said, the bitterness in her voice barely concealed beneath a bright, saccharine smile. "Oops," she added with mock sweetness, "sorry, I meant *the man of your dreams*, darling." Helen couldn’t stay silent any longer. “Don’t play dumb with us. You’re just jealous because Gavin doesn’t want you as his Luna,” she snapped, her eyes blazing. Ciara’s smile twisted into a sneer as she turned her gaze to Helen. "And who invited you into this conversation? You shouldn’t even be here, *slave*," she spat, her words dripping with venom.