Craving Helen Hardt の小説・ストーリー

I look at the door before I shift my gaze back to my screen, then I open the text. ARA: Held up? ME: I’m sorry. I don’t think I can make it tonight. Family emergencies. Tomorrow? There’s no response immediately, and I let out a sigh before I slide my phone into my pocket. I turn to Zack and cross my arms to my chest. "Amanda Hazard. Who exactly is she?" He smiles. "I thought you might ask about that. So she’s the daughter of Tyler Hazard. Tyler was the CEO of Hazard Enterprises before that title was passed down to Amanda."

Helen sat in her luxurious penthouse suite, seething with anger as she flipped through the pages of a fashion magazine. She had been the face of Kelvin perfume for years, but now she was being replaced by Christiana, a younger and more beautiful model. To make matters worse, Christiana had recently married Tiger, the CEO of the company, and they seemed to be growing closer by the day. It made Helen sick to her stomach to think of them together.

She has a curvy body, and an intimidating height perfect for her gender. “I pray he doesn’t get too lost in your body. And if he gets lost. Your body should also receive millions of dollars”Helen smiled. Grace licked her lips seductively, “No man will not crumble at this sight”. Helen gives her daughter thumbs up, “Would have jumped on you but I don’t want to stain your makeup”. They had a light breakfast and moved out of the house.

Tasha asked, her voice filled with curiosity, as her mother had called her to know if she knew the young lady named 'Helen Roberts on the news'. Tasha wasn't sure if the young lady she saw on the news was Helen because the cameraman didn't video it well, and Helen kept her gaze lowered. But calling Helen to confirm now, Tasha understood why Helen had rushed out before. Her father was sick, and Helen had hurried to cure him. But Helen didn't know how to make drugs, so who made it, and where did Helen get it from? 'Was it one of their lecturers? Probably Mr. Ruben, who gave the potent drug from Kingston Pharmaceutical to Helen?' Tasha pondered, but didn't voice it out.

When Crystal heard this, she shook her head and said, “Believe it or not, I had nothing to do with the punishments.” Helen: “If that is true, can you please go and beg Nathan to show mercy on us? He is so into you that he’ll listen to anything you say.” Crystal: “Okay, I’ll talk to him. Can you eat something first, though?” “Okay,” Helen replied. “I’ll eat. I’ll eat.” Then she grabbed a cookie and shoved the whole thing into her mouth. As she chewed, she reached for another, but as her hand stretched out, they heard the sound of a gun being fired, and she froze. Her face turned white, and she cried out.

The King sat at the head table, raising his cup toward us. “Welcome, Aurora. Gray. May this hunt bring strength and honor.” We approached to bow when, A voice like saccharine oil slid into the air beside us. “Well, well,” Helen said sweetly. “Look who finally decided to show up.” My spine stiffened. Helen stepped closer, her smile too soft, too polished, mask-perfect. If anyone didn’t know her, they might think her kind. But I saw the glint beneath her lashes. The contempt. The jealousy. The simmering spite.

She was twisting her ring to kill her boredom. The banquet had become unbearable after her face off with Rhiannon. Hence, she had returned to her castle with Cedric. Cedric was now pacing back and forth to beat the stress, he was not happy "I am amazed by the fact that you, my daughter, failed to entice the prince. An ordinary girl with managed to beat you." Helena looked down, focusing on the huge diamond in her ring. She had tried her best, her entire life revolved around Vasilios. She had molded herself for him. Even gave up her mate for him.

Kyra is his obsession, his punishment, and his prey. Steven Blackwood doesn’t love he dominates, he torments, he claims. Resistance brings pain; surrender brings chaos. Trapped in his mansion, surrounded by fear, jealousy, and the shadowed eyes of those who serve him, she must navigate a world where innocence is weakness and temptation is unavoidable. Every moment in his grasp threatens to break her, and survival is not escape, it is submission to a man who bends desire and fear into a power only he understands. In the hands of a devil who refuses to be denied, she may lose everything…even herself.

Curiosity has completely taken over the look in her eyes. "What," I ask, and she turns her eyes to me. "What if we changed all the humans we have.....they could possibly be mates," Hilda says, staring at me. I furrow my brows together and tighten my grip on Vanessa while I think. "What makes you think that," I ask in a low tone. "Kraven.. the new redhead you bought. He is infatuated. Every move she makes, he watches her. He isn't allowing other males to touch her....but he himself hasn't....you know," she says, watching for my reaction.

The ones who haven’t are careful in a way that is itself a form of deference. Helena Voss finds me before the first course. She always does. Helena is forty-one and runs a media group that reaches eleven million subscribers and has been looking at me with a specific quality of assessment for approximately three years. She is beautiful in the way that things are beautiful when they have been precisely and expensively maintained. She is divorced and will go on her knees and beg to suck my cock in a heartbeat if I so much as ask about her day. “Adrian.” She says my name the way certain women say it — with the slight extra weight of someone trying to make a word mean more than it is.