Helen Mccrory Narcissa Malfoy Novels & Stories

But due to the appearance of the lady boss, I had thought Draco was changing, but it seems he was still the feared devil in the underworld. I could already hear the heart wrenching screams as soon as we got out of the elevator and entered the corridor, making our way to the room at the end of the hallway. The pungent smell of blood and sweat and rotten body parts due to wounds on some of the prisoners that were left untreated filled our nostrils, but Draco seemed unfazed as he took calculated and controlled steps towards the door. Draco made his way to the huge chair that was reserved for him anytime he came around to watch and sat down like a king. Only that he looked like the king of hell.

As perfect as I've seen her, and I've always remembered her. But she was here now, wasn’t she? My Marissa. My Tatiana. She had returned. “You…” Theon’s voice trembled, recognition flaring in his gaze. “You’re supposed to be dead.” She smiled, a wicked, enchanting curve of her lips. Her gaze slid lazily toward him, eyes glittering dangerously. He took a step back, his heart racing against his chest. “Hello, Theon,” she said sweetly, her tone dripping with dark charm. “Goodbye, Theon.”

Sebastian's POV "Narcissa, you cannot keep doing this!" Narcissa looked at her maids kneeling near her desk like a bunch of dogs. None looked at her, their heads cast down in obedience. How long had they been crouched like that? "Whatever do you mean, dearest?" She had her mask on, playing the part of the sweet princess from over the mountains. The Treasure of the Diamond Spring pack, Narcissa Onasis. She fluttered her lashes at me, stamping her seal over more official documents.

Her emerald-green eyes, once filled with uncertainty, now gleamed with cold resolve. Across from her, Duke Merrica Murrs stood with his arms crossed. He had just finished outlining the plan. Silence hung in the air. Helen took a deep breath. “If we do this… there is no turning back.” Merrica nodded. “There was never a way back to begin with, Helen. Those nobles have controlled you for too long. It’s time they remember who the real ruler of Hallerus is.” Helen exhaled sharply, gripping the arms of her throne. “Then let’s begin.”

She was almost bouncing and was so excited as if she had swindled that ten billion herself. Alex was naturally not very clear about Mica's identity. "Isn't she Donovan's junior?" Hermoine answered, "But she has another identity that is even more amazing - she is the only daughter of the Yorkshire Palace’s master. Otherwise, how could she take out the Dragon Merchant Spiritual Stone Card? This is something that only someone with a transcendent status can have. Even the patriarch of our Plenilune Sect cannot get it."

“Oh my god—look at this meme. Someone photoshopped Helena sitting at a boardroom table with the caption: ‘When you take your bottle and your billion-dollar inheritance.’” Harry chuckled. “She’s already a legend.” Mia turned serious. “I want her to grow up… knowing her body is hers. Her choices are hers. That she never has to submit unless it’s her choice. Not like I once did.” Harry held her hand. “She’ll grow up with fire, because she’s ours. And she’ll never settle for less.” They both looked at Helena, who was now playing with a calculator she had somehow stolen from the table. “CEO in training,” Harry muttered proudly.

"Death and life. Everywhere, opposites. Everywhere, the war." George R.R. Martin, A Storm of Swords (A Song of Ice and Fire, #3) • • • INTRODUCING THE MAIN TWO CHARACTERS:- • Neffie Hale Granddaughter of the highest ruler-the royal luna herself. She's a silent but attentive girl with a high intelligence, and an I-don't-care-like and a stubborn personality. She loves her family and will do anything to protect them. She values love the most and believes it is a sacred thing. She has long and wavy sunset red hair, a beautiful pair of fiery red (golden orange) eyes. Her smooth and fair skin is ivory in complexion and her height is 5'5". Also she has a thin ballerina shaped figure.

He then walked to the desk, where he had placed his book, and began flipping through the pages. "Here," he said, tapping his finger on a specific page. I crouched down to read the faint letters. "The Royal Curse of Narcissa. The first royalty to possess the blood of a werewolf and a mythological creature. Narcissa is considered a forbidden fruit, and her existence is a curse. The royalty was killed at the age of 18." I raised my eyebrows at Marcelo, who was waiting for a shocked reaction from me. However, I remained expressionless. Marcelo spoke again, "This Royal curse is connected to Aria."

before they both marched into the center. *** HELENA’S POV I had learnt so much from Vincent when I was banished from the pack. I met him by chance and I was glad that I didn’t let anything get into our way because he was indeed a great teacher and mentor. He made what I am today and I will make sure to find him with everything I have, even if I find his dead body. Immediately I saw that nothing was coming out from the test result and Draco’s condition wasn’t improving. I knew something was wrong. Someone must have plotted out something that wouldn’t have been seen easily and the symptoms he was showing were just like a general poisoning.

They always got back to me and informed me about everything. And, for your information, many of the dark forces have been eliminated but a few of them are still unknown. Helen is an ancient female demon which is why she holds so many connections and this much power to form an alliance with the dark forces. I didn't want Charlotte to know about this because if she had known she wouldn't have let me get involved in this to keep me protected.