Novel & Cerita Helen Cho Avengers

"That doesn't suit you at all. You should just go back and put on your warrior suit. Why pretend to be girly now, huh?" I wince and shift nervously. Helena is the pack's future Gamma and is only mean to me. I have no idea why she hates me. There's no way someone like her could be jealous of someone like me. Helena is gorgeous, with brilliantly long, wavy strawberry-blonde hair, bright blue-green eyes, and long creamy legs. She's wearing a bold sleeveless white-and-gold dress that leaves little to the imagination, and her makeup is on point, making her beautiful features pop even more.

He accepted my greeting and patted my back as his welcome. Maya appeared at our side and kissed Elazar’s cheek. “Hey, Dad! He was going to ditch me for a beautiful blonde, but I insisted. She doesn’t seem to mind.” She grinned sweetly. Helen’s expression was surprised. “Is this true? Isn’t Maxine a brunette?” “Mom.” I walked towards her as well and kissed her cheek. “Sweetheart!” She hugged me. “I’m glad you are here.” “It’s not Maxine, and it’s certainly not Gabriel’s girlfriend. It’s his assistant,” Coulson interrupted, coming from behind, and he held Helen as well.

Thankfully the library is not sound proof so I can listen in. Ahsoka I watch as the woman they called Helen walks into the library and shuts the door. She is very pretty. Tall and slender with the most pretty blue eyes. Her hair is a light brown that reaches her shoulders. She sits in the chair opposite of me and gets out her pen and pad. “Hi Ahsoka. My name is Helen. I have been told you’ve been through a great deal. Would you tell me about it? Don’t worry I understand sign language.”

That leaved Helen completely dumbfounded. But at this moment, Ada could hear the buzzing laughter and chatters around her loud and clear. “Whoa, Ada is straight up calling out Helen. Girl’s got some serious guts! Thought she was just a good actress, but turns out this is her real personality!” “LOL, this is too good! Ada’s an international star, she couldn’t care less about the domestic market, let alone Helen!” “That’s true, Helen can’t flex her power in front of Ada!”

I wondered if they planned it. Helen was dressed in a simple but flowy jumpsuit, elegantly fitted to suit her lithe frame. Her face was perfectly made up, not one blemish in sight, unlike Zirah's bare face which was slightly spotted. Come to think of it, I had never seen Helen not perfectly styled. All put together Helen Ramsey was a force to be reckoned with, and that force was heading my way. She stopped a few inches from me, her distinct honey and vanilla scent enfolding itself around me. Her lips which were painted a perfect shade of soft pink parted, her soft melodious voice ringing out,

Helen’s tone was firm—almost like a general before battle. “I’m sure she’ll try to dig into who you are, what your role is in the Tarcisio household. Not every servant will keep their mouth shut when money is involved. I’ve made sure Elsa’s the one going with you—she’s neutral. But the others? They could be spies.” Helen strutted into her room and returned carrying several pieces of clothing—clearly far more expensive and of higher quality, even though the designs were simple. “Why those?” Thea asked quietly. She wasn’t naïve. She knew Helen was planning something.

she whined like a little child. “How can he not want to marry you? You are the most beautiful girl in the country. He should know how lucky he is to have you as his future wife." Vera reached out to tuck a strand of Helen's hair behind her ears "Don’t worry, he will get married to you. His mother already promised that the wedding will be held.” Her mother said with an encouraging smile. Helen is indeed a very stunning lady. She stands at 5’6 with a slim model-like figure, natural cat eyes and full lips which gives her a sultry look without her having to put in much effort. She was the complete opposite of Iris’ plain self.

“What?” She smirks. “For letting you go. He had one of the best women in the world, and he just… let you slip through his fingers.” I shrug. “Well, he loves Lina.” Helen rolls her eyes dramatically. “Oh, please. I hate that woman.” I burst out laughing. “Lady Helen!” She shrugs. “What? It’s true. She has the personality of a wet rag and the charm of a snake.” I shake my head, still laughing. “That’s awful.”

Helen eyed Ashley, impressed by the challenge in her eyes. “Listen Ashley, if that's even your name… I'm not your enemy. We are not in a direct relationship here. There's nothing linking us to that sick old bastard… We both have a fire inside us. The unwillingness to yield to anyone. I've got to admit, I like you. And I think we could do great things working together.” Helen offered. She was beginning to see Ashley as an ally. Or maybe this was just a manipulative approach. Ashley smiled. “You’re right. I agree with you shoving those ideas up your ass.”

A natural expression for the helpless and the defeated. "At least tell me your name. I will find your brethren and return you back home. To where you shall be with your ancestors before you." Alric vowed. He knew of every magical beast that attained the same cultivation level as him in this continent and therefore believed that this one had come from afar. “Too far from home.” he added in silence. "I am Helen from the Beast Continent. A member of the Caharni Tribe. Farewell, good human. And thank you for your kindness." Helen replied.