Helen Of Troy Novelas e Histórias

"That man betrayed you, Helen. He sought you out just to hurt you. You must return with power—but not as Helen Parker. You’ll return as someone new." "I don’t understand," Helen said, clearly confused. "You’re a good girl, too naive for your own good. And that has to change. You’ll come back as Helen Reynolds—but not as the little girl who dreamed of marrying for love and gave her body to that scoundrel, believing his lies. No. You’ll return as a woman who inspires awe—because I will give you that power."

Now, a near stranger, with annoyingly intoxicating eyes, was telling her that her hero wasn’t what she had always believed him to be. Elaine let go of her hold on the dark-haired knight, stepping back a little. Tristan brushed his neck with his hand, catching the trickle of blood in his palm. “You weren’t supposed to be here. I made it very clear, did I not, that having that book is..” The words were stolen from Tristan's lips as Elaine drove her dagger into his back. Leaning close, the girl whispered against the man’s ear, his mouth formed in a shocked and pained expression, “I can’t have you warn your friends, Tristan. I have to protect my people.”

I took it all in, every false expression, every pretended concern. Then Helen burst into tears,Her sobs grew louder, sharp and forced, grating on my nerves. Irritation clawed at my chest as she stood up, her hands trembling while she clutched the white fabric in her grasp like a fragile victim. “I am a she-wolf who longs for the touch of her mate,” she cried, “who wishes to bear an heir. Yet my mate has deprived me of this because he still harbors feelings for a traitor who stole my identity and tried to take my place.”

He ignored her offer entirely, his face turning hard as stone as he gestured toward me. "This is Eve," Kolton said, his voice loud enough for Calvin and the guards nearby to hear clearly. "And she is the new Luna of Hail." Helen turned her head slowly, her eyes sweeping over my messy hair, my dirt-stained clothes, and the fierce glare on my face. She didn't look shocked, and she didn't look intimidated. A smile touched her lips. "Oh," Helen said simply, her voice dripping with quiet mockery as she looked back up at Kolton's face. "That's the... what number? Seventh Luna you've taken so far?”

“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.