Craving Helen Hardt Novels & Stories

Helen was unsatisfied. She began to feel impatient as she looked at Laura. However, she didn't show her impatience. "Laura, I'm almost due. Lewis and I are going through quite a difficult time. Please can you talk to Chris, for the child in my womb? I'm not asking you to do too much, I'm just asking if you would just mention this to Chris." Helen was a person with many faces. Otherwise, she wouldn't have pretended to be weak and innocent to get Lewis to fall in love with her.

“Stealing? Solyn… he was never yours. You never had him.” “Why do you always have to ruin everything?” I hissed. “Why him? Why now?” Her laugh was sharp, a cruel, bitter sound. “Because I can. Because I want him. And because you’re… pathetic.” I ground my teeth “You think I don't see through you?" Her eyes sparkled with amusement. “Honey, he doesn’t mean anything to you. Not like he means something to me.” she scoffed “We both want the same thing. Power. I just deserve it more than you do”

"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 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?”

"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.

Helen was in turmoil, she had not been separated from Blake since her awakening, but she could not disobey her Master. “So, you’re Samantha’s cousin?” Henry asked, feeling the tension in the air. “Yes, she’s my first cousin and a gold digger. She has gone from one man to another only to obtain one goal: to accumulate her wealth. She’s addicted to this type of lifestyle.” Helen stated as she drove. “You must be mistaken. She’s told me she hasn’t had the pleasure of a man and was waiting for our marriage to fulfill this dream of hers with me.” Henry said, less confident now hearing Helen’s words.

Third person's pov :: Six months later: Harold's age: 16 Within six months Helen built a committee for a drug free society and saving girls from being trafficked. There weren't many people in her committee yet, but she was still appointing men and women for this committee. "Ma'am there's shortage of money." Mr Davidson reasoned out. "Sell the shares to those Brazilians, which they were yearning for. But with the double price." Helen said while massaging her temple.