Craving Helen Hardt Novels & Stories

AMARA’S P.O.V I couldn’t move for a long time. I just sat there in the dark room, staring at the ceiling like the cracks in the paint might spell out some kind of answer. But they didn’t. Nothing ever does. That photo… that stupid, blurry photo burned into my brain. Marcus, in a hotel bar. A woman too close. Her hand on his arm. It didn’t matter that I couldn’t see everything, that the image wasn’t crystal clear. I knew enough. My heart knew enough.

CRAVING MORE CYRUS'S POV I lay there, chest heaving, staring down at him like he'd just rewired my entire brain. dominic, sprawled on the bed, his hair plastered to his forehead, his chest rising and falling too fast, his cock still twitching from me, and my god—I wanted him again already, even though my balls were empty and aching. Fuck. I knew I'd never get enough of him. I could never get enough of him. My hands flexed, fingers curling on the sheets, just wanting him closer, wanting the heat back, the smell, the taste of him. The way he looked at me, with that mixture of fear and want, that submissive little bitch look I loved so much—it made my chest tighten until I thought it would impl

And just as expected, they ate it up. The caption makes me scoff internally: “ENSTRAGED LOVER AND MIAMI’S MOST ELIGIBLE PLAYBOY IZAAC ARMANI CAUGHT IN A STEAMY KISS WITH BANKRUPT HEIRESS BROOKLYN WHEELER. HAS A WOMAN FINALLY PUT THIS HEARTBREAKER IN A CHOKEHOLD… OR SHOULD WE SAY COCKHOLD?” Fucking ridiculous. “Is that you or not?” Mother demands, voice sharp enough to cut glass.

I guess some things don't change, even with marriage. “I'll let you two be now, I need to get some food.” “Well see you in a bit.” I blew Cara a kiss and walked away to the food stand. I wasn't really hungry, but I picked up a plate and tossed two fried chicken into my plate, then I just stood there. Carrying it and people watching. I was so engrossed that I didn't even notice when Helen slid in beside me. “Beautiful wedding, right?” I flinched but when I turned and noticed it was her, I smiled and nodded. “Mhmm, and they make a very beautiful couple.”

Tyler asked three times before I said yes. The first time I said I was tired. The second time I said I had reading. The third time he sat on the edge of my desk and looked at me and said you’ve been somewhere else all week and I said okay because he wasn’t wrong and because I was tired of going to bed early and lying in the dark turning eleven words over and over like something I couldn’t put down. If I hated you I wouldn’t fuck you like that. I hated that just few words from Cain could affect me this much. I pull on the dress. Fix my hair. Go downstairs. The party is loud and warm and Tyler’s hand sits at my waist and I let him steer because it’s easier than thinking. He says somet

The sight of Tyler savoring my scent made my clit throb, my body aching to be tasted and used by all three of them. I chuckled softly. “Ohh… ohh god…” I breathe out in blissful pleasure. Soon after, Ryan and Caleb pulled away from my lips, allowing me to catch my breath. “I want to bury my face in those big, soft tits and suck on them until you’re screaming my name,” Caleb said seductively. His dirty words made my nipples harden painfully, my pussy clenching with the fantasy of his mouth on me.

Stewart nodded. Helena looked curiously at Granger as she heard the name Harden and remembered something Carl and Vernon had previously stated. Granger instantly surmised Helena's identity after observing the intimacy between Helena and Charlene. "You must be Helena," he said in a polite greeting. I'm glad to have met you. "Hello, Mr. Harden," Helena said, grinning broadly. The Hawkins and Spencer families had imagined Granger was on his way to meet someone very important. They were shocked to see that it was just Charlene and Stewart. Charlene and Helena couldn't comprehend Stewart's presence, but they could.

She is the missing piece that completes the puzzle of my heart, and I am forever grateful to have found her. Our journey was long and tough, filled with countless challenges and obstacles. Yet through it all, the one constant was the unrelenting craving for pleasure. It drove us forward, pushing us to overcome every hurdle in our path. And now, as we reach the end of this journey, we can look back with pride and satisfaction, knowing that we never gave up on our pursuit of pleasure. For it was this craving that led us to the greatest experiences of our lives, and we will carry it with us always. THE END

Damien didn't say anything, just tightened his hand slightly around mine, letting me have the silence I needed. Helen went on to describe the woman she remembered. Young. Stubborn. Furious at unfairness in a way that hadn't yet learned to be practical about it. Willing to stay late for someone who could offer her absolutely nothing in return. It hit harder than any praise I'd received since, because Helen had known me before Ethan, before Damien, before Stage Zero, before every version of myself that had been shaped by everything that came after. "She makes me sound brave," I said.

Due to too much used of illegal drugs and stress because of the crime she was facing she lost her mind. Now, she cannot even recognized me. And I really hate it. I hate the fact that she cannot even remember what she did— her demonic crime. I want to see her suffering in her own conscience. But how would it happen if she couldn't even remember anything about it? Dante Solomon Cartiño escaped while Mrs. Zarmeda, my Mother, admitted in Mental Hospital. She's really heartbroken when Dante left her after all the things she had done for him that resulted her to be on this place. Too much love is poisonous to human. It's unhealthy.