Craving Helen Hardt Mga Nobela at Kwento

I bet she had all the food and clothes she wanted. I narrowed my eyes at the next picture. She’s really quite stunning. She’s very fit and she looks like she takes care of her body. I looked down at my protruding stomach. I take the water bottle and down my pills. I forgot that was the reason that I went to the kitchen. I scrolled some more. Apparently, Ms. Hailey works pro bono all the time. She likes to volunteer at the orphanage. She also loves to bring down criminals. I’m begrudgingly impressed but oh so burning with jealousy.

"If you had told me she was pregnant, I would have married her. I would have built the company right here. We wouldn't be drowning in debt. Marcus Luther wouldn't have his hands on my infrastructure." "She wouldn't have loved you, Davis," Helen spat from the floor, her voice turning vicious through her tears, her eyes flashing with malice. "She didn't want you. She wanted power. The moment she realized Marcus Luther could offer her a bigger stage, she forgot you even existed. Go look at them right now! She’s sleeping in his bed, using your own child to buy her way into the highest circle of this city!"

She used to tend this exact plot every single morning before she vanished into the deep woods and never came back. Elder Crane studied my face, his expression turning bittersweet. “You look so much like her,” he said quietly. “More and more every single day.” My chest twinged with a familiar ache. “That’s probably why Ian’s hatred keeps getting worse. Because I’m a daily reminder of the traitor’s daughter.” Elder Crane made a sharp, disapproving sound in his throat. “Helen was the furthest thing from a traitor, Elara. Don't ever let them make you believe otherwise.”

“I’m sorry to disappoint you, Lauren, but this is what Tom wanted. I’m honoring his last wish!” Lauren’s breath caught, her eyes narrowing, her voice trembling with disbelief. “That’s a lie.” She stepped closer, her hands shaking, her heart pounding. “Tom would never want Orchid Enterprises sold. He loved this company—it was his heart!” Her voice hardened, her tears drying. “You’re twisting his memory, Helen, and I won’t let you!” Helen’s laugh was cold, her eyes glinting, her hand shoving the document into Lauren’s chest. “Read it, then!” Her voice was a challenge, her smirk cruel. “See for yourself, Lauren Greene, before you accuse me of betrayal!”

He had been waiting a lifetime for his mate, and the longer he waited, the more he withered inside. His wolf, Zodiak, had gone silent years ago, retreating deep within him, refusing to speak. Cole could still feel him there, a dormant presence buried beneath layers of resignation. But neither of them had the strength or hope to search anymore. Sure, he had dated women, but nothing ever panned out, nothing ever felt right. The longer Cole stood, leaning over the railing, the stronger the scent became, the wind brought to him a rich, sweet, almost sinful, like vanilla warmed by honey smell. It invaded his senses, igniting something primal in him.

Helen is laughing; I’m gasping, and then we slam the door to our apartment and lock it tight. “Helen,” I say breathlessly, “thanks. How did you know to come help me?” She’s breathing hard too, holding her waist to catch her breath. “You know how my type is always… well, rotten?” I nod because I’ve never met anyone with such bad taste in my life. Flaming red hair, ocean blue eyes, a mouth that’s always red and sexy and a body that’s well maintained and worshipped, it’s a wonder why Helen always seems to date mostly broke and dangerous men. One time it was a drug dealer, the next time it was an armed robber who does kidnapping on the side. She always seems to pick the most rotten men in the wo

CHAPTER 001 Hannah’s POV: Lucinda Devereaux was taking too long to die. The sizzling meat spat grease as it shimmered, and the sweet aroma of freshly baked bread filled the small food stall where I stood. I flipped the patties on the grill, but my mind was far away, wishing and imagining that it was Lucinda’s lifeless body I flipped over instead. “My food’s burning, woman. Focus!” An angry voice snapped causing me to blink. I stared at the customer’s furious face. “Eh-eh… W-what?” I stammered in confusion.

Killian Five minutes, ten minutes, twenty, thirty, then an hour. She didn't come back, Raven left me hanging with chains on both wrists and a hard dick. The pressure from an unattended erection hurt like hell. And I'm fucking hungry. Not for sex but real food.

Helena looked at the Supreme Boss, feeling a mixture of gratitude and panic. He wanted to use an atomic bomb to kill a cockroach. If the legendary Pedro Marrone intervened in a rookie fight, it would be the end. Helena would be labeled not only a “slut,” but also a corporate spy or the lover of someone very powerful in the competition. It would confirm the rumors that she had a wealthy “godfather.”

“Me too.” Surprisingly, Carlos was outside as well. Helen was staring at him while his lazy eyes were on Kyla. “Come here.” Helen widened her arms. Kyla didn't waste a moment to take the hug. She tapped her back twice, pulled from the hug, and held her shoulder. “You should come to Paris sometime,” Helen said. “Maybe after I'm done setting up my new clinic. I'll surely visit.” “When you do. I'll prepare something special. An old French dish my grandmother taught me. A little too heavy for the wine, but it is a secret.”