Craving Helen Hardt Novels & Stories

“Relax, hot cake...” Zoran blinked. His red-ringed eyes shuffled with awkwardness. “I’m not asking for forever,” she continued, a sly grin tugging at her lips. “Just… wicked little moments. Nothing to fear, unless you’re afraid of enjoying yourself.” “I am fourteen years older than you, I could be your uncle too,” he blurted, as though the number itself might build a barricade. Not when Naelis Haldrith was involved. Certainly not. "Listen to me, young lady—"

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.

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.”

"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.

“She’s a free slave, though, isn’t she? No strings. I can do whatever I want. Watch her crawl, watch her suffer. Hell, I love making her eat like a stray dog.” I choked back a sob. Lydia’s eyes glittered cruelly. “Look at her, begging like a whipped pup. It’s almost entertaining.” “Almost?” Dylan whispered in her ear, his hand sliding down to cup her hip. “I love it. The way she breaks, how she worships me even as I crush her.” I slammed my fists against the ground, scrubbing harder just to keep from screaming. “Get rid of her, babe,” Lydia purred, tracing a finger along Dylan’s jaw. “She’s holding you back. You could have a real Luna. Not this weak, pathetic thing.”

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.