Craving Helen Hardt Novels & Stories

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 have cravings for meat ." "Are you saying that you are pregnant?* "No I am not pregnant. I only crave meat." "Do you want one now?" "Yes,but a raw one. A full turkey or chicken." Alex eyed the Queen for a while. "Please Alex ." Alex went to the kitchen and made his request. Mrs Jones gave him a full turkey. Alex paid 30 coins. Carmen did not wait long, she grabbed the turkey and began to eat. She licked any blood that covered parts of her mouth. And licked every finger with blood on it.

“Smile wider, my love. Everyone is watching us.” I turned to him with the sweetest expression I could manage. “I am just happy to be here with you.” A tall man in a sharp black tuxedo approached us immediately. “David Miller! Good to see you out and about. And this must be the famous Clara we have heard so much about.” David shook the man’s hand firmly. “Yes, this is my wife. Clara, meet Richard Harlan. He controls half the shipping ports on the east coast. Richard, Clara has been my everything these past years.”

" Helen thanked her repeatedly and hurried inside without stopping. I couldn't help following. I saw it with my own eyes. A room full of men and women. The men were old and greasy. The women looked like prostitutes. Helen was forced to drink cup after cup by a greasy old man. The old man also groped her, and she was so used to it that she didn't resist at all. When he gave her a tip, she smiled even brighter. After the drinking session ended, she leaned over the sink and vomited for a long time. She vomited and cried. Her heart was bitter as she cursed heaven.

I knew I shouldn't be doing this with my babysitter… but damn it, Helen was too beautiful to resist… too hot… Her breasts were like lollipops, while I was like a little baby craving them. Though there are some things that you should let go of, or let be, no matter how much you crave them… no matter how desperate you are to have them. But… I can't let go of Helen… in short, I am ready to make her my mistress. "Ple… Please sir,” she said, but it wasn't a real plea. It was a broken sound, caught between resistance and surrender. I pulled up the hem of her tank top, pushing the wet fabric over her breasts. Her tits were beautiful—full and round, with dark pink nipples already hard and waiting to

I couldn’t leave my room that day. Not after the close call. I stayed curled under the covers, body still throbbing from Mason’s tongue, mind replaying every filthy word and the dangerous hunger in his eyes. The ache between my legs refused to fade. I wanted him. Needed him. The forbidden pull had become unbearable. By morning, the craving consumed me completely. I slipped downstairs in nothing but a tiny pair of shorts that barely covered my ass, the fabric riding up with every step. The house was quiet. I poured myself a hot cup of coffee, the steam rising like my own restless heat.

“Mom, I'm craving some bobba tea. Can I go get one in the cafe downtown?” Her gaze drawled from the telenovela series she was watching to me. “You can't, Ivana. Have you forgotten what happened when you left the mall for the same bobba tea, last time?” I exhaled. It wasn't going to be easy. “I know, but Felix and Mark can come with me for protection. Can't I just get what I'm craving for?” I frowned, my patience already running low. “I can't go to college. Yes, I accepted that. I can't go for my therapy sessions, also, I accepted that. But now that I'm craving for bobba tea, still, I can't get it?”

“Just my kind of woman.” Diana held her ground, meeting his gaze steadily. She’d dealt with men like Vlad before. “Flattery doesn’t get you a discount,” she said lightly. Vlad laughed, genuinely this time. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a silver cigarette case, flipping it open. He extracted one, lit it with a matching lighter, took a drag, then…without asking…placed it between Diana’s lips. Diana let him. Took a slow drag, the smoke harsh and sweet all at once, then pulled the cigarette from her mouth and held it between her fingers.

"She's gonna go ballistic, man." "I know. I just want her to see Hardin for who he really is. You think it's time she knew her boyfriend is gonna be a daddy?" "Whatever you say, Noah. You're the boss." I hang up, my chest heaving. I scroll through my contacts until I hit the letter 'H'. It rings four times before a low, tired female voice answers. "Noah?" "Hey, Harriet." "It's you. Why'd you call?" "How would you like an invite to Hardin's party?" I ask.

The crowd began rushing toward her, screaming for pictures. “Miss Helene, can I get a picture?” “Miss, I want an autograph please!” “Hello. I’ve been your fan since childhood. God, I love you so much!” The crowd grew louder, while Helene basked in their praises, her smile widening, her posture radiating superiority. Beside her, Vivian could only smile, doing everything so the crowd would also notice her, shifting closer, trying to steal a little spotlight. Tch. All this because she’s said to be the so-called future daughter-in-law of Ryder Hawthorne?