Helen Park Novels & Stories

Then the door opened a crack. A woman peered out. Mid-thirties, exhausted eyes, blonde hair pulled back in a messy ponytail. She wore a diner uniform with a name tag that read "Helen." "Can I help you?" Her voice was cautious. "Helen Randolph?" "Yes?" I saw the moment recognition hit. Her eyes widened. Her face went pale. "Alpha Jaxon." She opened the door wider, her hands trembling. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize... please, come in."

I said. Really? Sydney? she asked. Yes in the flesh. Hey, I need a favor. I said. " What's that?" she said getting a book and a pen. " I need you to check a name for me, I also need you to keep an eye on him," I said. " Okay shoot," she said writing my instructions on the book". Helen owned a security company and was known for being able to find anyone. I was gonna make her find Lynn's dad and keep an eye on him.

Helen is laughing; I’m gasping, and then we slam the door to our apartment and lock it tight. “Helen,” I say breathlessly, “thanks. How did you know to come help me?” She’s breathing hard too, holding her waist to catch her breath. “You know how my type is always… well, rotten?” I nod because I’ve never met anyone with such bad taste in my life. Flaming red hair, ocean blue eyes, a mouth that’s always red and sexy and a body that’s well maintained and worshipped, it’s a wonder why Helen always seems to date mostly broke and dangerous men. One time it was a drug dealer, the next time it was an armed robber who does kidnapping on the side. She always seems to pick the most rotten men in the wo

"This is your space, Mr. Campbell." Helen pointed to a small room that served as an office, a modest but ideal place for her to keep her true identity hidden. Angel (Fernando) looked at her in bewilderment. He longed that she had arrived at the wedding that way: strikingly beautiful. Now he understood why a marriage with her the object of envy would be. "Thank you, miss. Can you remind me of your name, please? "I'm Helen, sir. Helen Parker.

But now that he is gone and no one is doing what he did, threats would form and hold ground. To execute something of this magnitude, Garland would have sent his people to the areas of interest and taken over from within. Nikolay was always quick to find these people and kill them. If you like, I can take you to Nikolay's Seer. She lives in Brome in the South. She can tell you how and why it was done," Elsa said, looking at Lucian.

Then Evelyn — steady, fierce, already moving: "How long do I have?" Helen looked up at the Sinclair tower rising above her. All glass and light and controlled power. Alexander's world. Every floor of it. "An hour," she said. "Maybe less." "I'll handle it." Another pause. Softer this time. "Helen. Are you okay?" She thought about the test in her pocket. She thought about the woman in the mirror who had been disappearing. "I will be," she said. And for the first time in eighteen months, she almost believed it.

face is normally an olive color with a natural light blush color on her cheeks. Helena has the same facial features as the Native American Tribe, Cherokee. There are not any Native American bloodline in any of the vampires. The vampire's bloodline is not of any normal bloodlines of us mortals. The vampires have their own bloodline. No one really knows what the bloodline is called for the vampires. Same with the werewolves. No one has not a clue the name or nationality is for neither of the families, vampires and werewolves. A near smile spread across Brixton's face as he watched as Dronnicka was killing Raul. Helena ran over to Brixton with panic in her voice she pleaded with him to reconsi

“Let me make this more compelling and give you a lifeline dear girl. You defeat Agregor, and I shall spare your soul. But, if he beats you, your soul will be mine anyway, but your honorable warrior body shall be slaughtered brutally and my dear beast will prey on it,” Helena looked at her as though she had been expecting this to happen, and a wry smile spread across her jawline while she nodded in agreement. She turned around... and it was all chaos...

Introducing... Book two in the Alpha Loren series: The Magic of Hecate Three years later, Ella is twenty years old and the mother of six young children. Alpha Loren is still the leader of the most powerful pack in the world, and he and his Luna are in as much love as ever. Everything is perfect, right? Wrong. When a member of the pack begins to run rogue, unable to control her unheard of mystical power, the Luna embarks on an adventurous quest, enlisting the help of an unexpected old friend.

One look at her outfit made it clear who she was. "Welcome to our company, Miss...?" Michael asked, anticipating an introduction. The woman elegantly removed her dark sunglasses and offered her gloved hand to Michael with poise. “Helena Parks. You can call me Iris,” she said, her voice smooth yet commanding. The name struck a chord in Michael's mind as a mix of familiarity and relation. He shook Helena's hand and replied, his admiration for her evident. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you." With a polite gesture towards the entrance, he said, “After you.”