Craving Helen Hardt Novels & Stories

I stood there, feeling like a failure. “I feel everything for you, and I know you do, too. There’s a hunger I feel for you. I missed you… your touch.” She used the back of her fingers to trace a line down my arm, eventually taking my hand in hers. “But I need you to say it. Even if you don’t love me, tell me, do you feel the spark, Lucille Parker? Do you hunger for me? Do you crave me?” Fuck yes, I crave you, Ella. I’m starving for you. I wanted to scream it, but the words felt so much easier to say in my head than with my lips.

“You think if I had a choice I would have chosen this life? I’m not as stupid as Brandon Harrington. I’m smart enough to know what life is safer and better for me.” Her words land like a slap across my cheeks. I bite down on my bottom lip to hold in the pain. “If I have a chance to be one of the top geologists in the state, why would I come back to be a biker where I could wake up one day and they shoot me in the middle of negotiating a deal?” Her eyes narrow, her expression hardening. “And it’s Mrs. Harrington now, not Ashley. Accord me some respect. I’m your brother’s wife.”

But ever since she was twelve she had been dying her hair blonde, learning to perfect her makeup and waves and finding contacts that brought out the blue in her eyes. Helena was getting wet just thinking about her weekend adventures. She had waited for a moment like that for years. She had been after the Maxwell brothers since she read about them in one of her magazines when she turned fourteen. She began to shape her life around what a perfect wife would be like for someone as god-like as one of the Davids. Her favorite and ultimate goal was the middle brother, Brayden. She would follow every news out et, piece of gossip, fan club information; whatever she get her hands on about the brother

"Wait, no, you misunderstand!" Hardy promptly threw up his hands. "I mean, my son who's around Helen's age. He's working at a major company and has a bright future ahead of him." Even as he spoke, Hardy was left dismayed inside. If Helen and Gina were not so radically opposed to him, he certainly would like to give it a shot. After all, Helen's beauty ranked her at the pinnacle of Draconia. On top of that, her status and ice queen demeanor made her a target every man would want to conquer.

The elders said it desecrated the mouth meant to command, meant to lead. A tradition that had always made my skin itch. And now, chained to a bed, staring up at a woman I didn’t even want, it all felt painfully, bitterly stupid. I watched as she climbed back onto my lap, her movements unhurried. She tore the foil open with her teeth and rolled the condom down my shaft, her fingers warm. “Can I sit on your dick, Vermont?” she purred, tracing lazy lines across my chest like she had all the time in the world.

he added a sneer building on his lips, I swallowed back spit. The hard way is just as “hard” as the name implies, you will be stripped, chains will be brought and three guards will chain you to a chair, those three guards who chained you will be rewarded each as all three of them will be allowed to do one thing to you, just one thing but most times that one thing is enough to drive you crazy for a week. The last time I was used the hard way, I cried my eyeballs out as two of the guards suckled on my t.its at the same time, one on the right and the other on the left, the third one had his head in my privates as he ate my hungrily, I screamed and screamed but I dare not beg unless I wanted mor

The realization hits harder than it should, a pull in my chest I can’t ignore, even as I gun the throttle and tear down the empty streets toward her scent. I’m Tyler Grayson, future alpha of the Crescent Pack, and I’m supposed to have this under control. Find the lost wolf, bring her back—that’s what the elders said. They didn’t mention she’d be a shy girl with hazel eyes that see too much, or that her scent would wake something in me I can’t tame. I didn’t plan on feeling this… protective. But that howl, the way it cut through the night like a blade—it’s not just a warning. It’s a hunt, and Vivian’s the prey.

The door swings open and Helen walks in, a smile on her face and a tray in her hands with my hot chocolate and a plate full of chocolate chip cookies. “I figured a snack would go well with the hot chocolate.” Helen says before I can say anything, placing the tray on the table. I thank her, taking a cookie from the tray and nibbling on it, not really feeling hungry. Helen busies herself gathering the dirty laundry and picking up the small bag of garbage where I left it. After telling me to have a good night, I am left alone in my room, watching the clock tick away for five minutes before I am sure Helen would not hear me.

All she caught was that they just wanted to see her eat the sweets. Slowly she lifted one candy to her pink lips and licked the tip gently. Her lids closed for a moment feeling the excessive sweetness on the tip of her tongue. She swallowed saliva. His eyes are getting darker. His Adam's apple moved at the scene in front of him. Helena smile just grow wider "do you like this honey?" she whispered in his ear "I will make her see that I am yours. The one and only so that she doesn't have another chance just to imagine you"

Helen stated then continued. "Precy dice,tweeted, I am crying.....Arianna,you would still forgive Andre right?Answer me. I don't know what to do with Evans and Aliecia,I really wish I can met them and be part of this story". "Okay, that's an Adrianna shipper right here"Ferd laughed. "She's shipping them hard"Sussy laughed. Helen agreed then she continued. "Mpho molefe tweeted, Mr Hitler is a disappointment to parenthood,what he is doing to Andre it's not fair".