Craving Helen Hardt Novels & Stories

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!"

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.

“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.”

She sank down to her hands and knees, and then began to crawl. Zoran felt a rush of trepidation. He stood up. Every time her hand pressed into the carpet, he took another step back. Her robe gaped, her cleavage visible with each movement, the curve of her breasts strained against the thin fabric, and Naelis didn't hide it, she wanted him to notice. He didn’t. At least, he tried not to. His gaze kept darting toward the wall or the floor. “Miss Haldrith. Stop this. Calm your raging… omega hormones. There are other men out there, plenty of them. Dozens, hundreds. Someone that would willingly want this.”

He was anticipating a swimsuit, and that would have essentially made being caught exposed in the shrubs beneficial. As her shirt rose, he adhered his head out to get a decent look. She got one arm out, then her tits returned quickly to their position laying on her body. They were the most mind-boggling tits he had at any point found in real life. Her head jumped out of the shirt, and he understood he knew her. It was Harriet Dixon, the unimaginably hot young lady in Carmen's volleyball crew. Those tight dark volleyball shorts did right by most butts, yet Dixon's butt was the most amazing aspect of going to Carmen's games.

The liquid drove Helena insane with the urge to taste it, but she only kept rubbing Elora’s cunt, drawing more juice out of it as the apartment they both shared filled up with lewd sounds. Needy, slutty moans spilled out of Elora’s mouth, and Helena moaned in response. She pushed a finger into Elora’s cunt, and Elora’s back bucked, her bigger boobs crushing Helena. Helena couldn’t take it anymore, she wasn’t usually this forward, but she was too horny to think or even care about anything. Aggressively, she pushed Elora back onto the bed. She couldn’t help but be aggressive, she wanted every drop Elora had to offer, she wanted everything.