Helen Cho Avengers Novels & Stories

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!”

Chapter 140 Friday morning Helen announced she was taking the whole afternoon for herself. Not a clinic. Not a chore. Ava had booked them into a spa on the far side of town—massages, steam, the kind of slow waste of hours Helen had not allowed herself since before the accident. She said it at breakfast with a slight flush of guilt, as if pleasure still needed justifying. “I’ll be back late,” she said, already checking her bag. “There’s food in the fridge. Oliver, if you’re bringing anyone home, tell me next time so I’m not coming in half-asleep to strangers in my kitchen.”

"It has already been 12 years since a Devine Spirit came to Helen and told her this prophecy. Very few beings were shared with this knowledge and Helen was the 'Chosen One'." "The 'Chosen One'?" "That means that Ms. Helen was given the duty to prevent the prophecy from happening." Aria responded. "She have one mission... and that is to kill the female descendant of Woolford... you." "Oh—Oh, this is my favorite part!" Wisp exclaimed, her hand shooting up in excitement as she bounced on her feet. "The Divine Spirit then bestowed upon Ms. Helen the ability to traverse different worlds in search of you. It took her a while, but when she finally found you... she never expected to stumble upon a s

“What does she want?” Lloyd shrugs. “Not sure.” Helen halts in front of me, leveling me a stare that is equal parts hot and cold. She looks like a blooming flower in her pink dress, several layers of tulle flowing from her waist, creating quite the…ball gown. Her hair is swept into an elegant updo, flowers of white, pink and lavender fixed into a complicated braid. She’s dressed for the revelry thrown to celebrate the Alpha King’s chosen. Her brown eyes lower to the ground, and Helen shifts uncomfortably from foot to foot. “I…” Her voice trails off and she coughs, clearing her throat. “You could have let her die. Why didn’t you?”

“She’s on her way here. And when she gets here, every single person in this room will pay.” Johnson’s smile faded. He looked at Taros. “She’s not going to cooperate.” Taros stepped forward and stopped in front of Helen. “Your daughter isn’t here,” he said. “No one is coming to save you. Walk out now, or we’ll drag you out.” Helen looked up at him, completely unfazed. “I’m a Luna,” she said. “I’ve faced men a lot worse than you, and I’m still standing.” Taros moved quickly and shoved Helen hard. She was thrown backward, hitting the wall before sliding to the floor. Her hair came loose, and her suit was left twisted from the impact. She winced as pain shot through her back.

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.”

"Helen, I didn't go around sleeping with men to get what I wanted. I made a deal with the most dangerous people I could find. I built a fucking empire from my own blood and sweat. And yeah, the only man I've ever slept with after leaving my ex husband is Killian, and that's because I freaking love him. So don't you dare compare yourself to me. And we don't have any man in common. Not my Killian." Helen was speechless, her face turning purple with rage. The insult had hit its mark, striking at the very foundation of the identity she had built. "I'm done here," Calla announced, turning away. "If you don't have anything else to say, we're leaving." "Who said anything about you leaving here aliv

Violet's lips curled upward. Helen ducked behind Elsa, avoiding the sharpness in Violet's gaze. With someone on her side, Helen continued her taunts. "I wouldn't be surprised if Whitney, too, turns out to be a fake. Why don't we get rid of her as well while we're at it?" Judging from the murderous glint in Helen's eyes, she would've sent someone to assassinate both Violet and Whitney even if she'd let them go.

"She has a company. She has the industry calling her a hero. And Gideon is with her. He is hauling bread like a common servant. He has no pride left." Helena let out a dry laugh. It sounded like paper tearing. "Gideon is suffering from a fever. He thinks he can be a normal man. But he was built for the tower. He will realize it soon. Especially now that Chloe is back." "Chloe Vance?" I asked. "I saw her at the studio. She looked like she was ready for war. She had that emerald dress on. She was making Amara look small." "Chloe is exactly what we need," Helena said. "She has the board in her pocket. She has the recording that can change my case. But she needs a social liaison. She needs someo

Even though it was older, the action scenes were impressive—so much so that even Chase and Richard had come down to watch. Haley walked over and saw the screen flash with a dramatic line: “Villain! Release my friend!” followed by the loud clash of swords in a thrilling fight sequence. She patted Helen on the shoulder. “Don’t let them stay up too late. Make sure Chase and Alex get to bed on time.” “Got it, sis. Don’t worry,” Helen replied, casually giving an OK sign without even turning around. She was so engrossed in the show that she didn’t notice her face mask had dried out.