Helen The Troy Novels & Stories

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.

Peter cried as he tried to pull her back. "It's all my fault… It's all my fault!" Helen dropped to her knees, burying her face in her palms as she sobbed and howled. Gavin saw them just then, and grabbed Helen by the wrist despite losing a finger, leaning in as he demanded, "Helen! What happened here?" "I-I let Huub Droitner in to search Cologne Court for the Bloodcrane Spiritbloom…" Helen was on the verge of passing out, forgetting why Gavin was there as all she could see was the burning mansion.

It was the detailed schedule of Summer's daily visits to the human world. Helen claimed our baby girl was fooling around with a human lover she had when she was in school. But we didn't believe that. Not only because we trusted her, but she was a virgin on the first night we slept together. She couldn't have done something like that and remained a virgin. “Helen is a bloody liar. She's trying to sow discord among us. We can't let her do that,” I affirmed, looking at my brothers, who nodded their agreement.

Helen explained, trailing off the ends of her words. She had helped Alpha Get selene out of the car. She wondered how the Alpha had met with a woman as beautiful as selene , and more importantly, the Alpha looked really worried. He fretted continuously, trying hard to keep himself calm. Helen had been one of the maids who tended to the alphas court, and she knew him so well that she had never seen him so worked up before. But first of all, he had asked that he keep an eye on Selene all through his leave.

But before he could get lost in his thoughts, he noticed Helen gesturing for him to come over. She stood near the entrance, resplendent in a sparkling silver gown that clung to her every curve. Her blonde hair was styled perfectly, and her lips were painted a dark red. She looked the part of the perfect fiancée, but Ethan knew better. Beneath the perfect image, Helen was manipulative, dangerous, and willing to do anything to get what she wanted.

She said nothing but averted her gaze before pulling up her broom once more. “I'm Helen… You don't look too good.” The other maid greeted trivia, who now had a faint smile on her face. “I'm fine, thank you.”trivia responded; she had kept up with their content talks, but hearing the last words the maid had said made her heart ache terribly. It wasn't her fault she fell in love with someone such as Kylen. He betrayed her, and she was better off getting her revenge one way or another. “I'm sorry about the others; usually they are like that. Most of them are half-heartedly swopped off their deceits; crazily in love with the alpha. They all see you as a threat.” Helen explained.

“If he’s sick, I should be with him.” “Fated mate? And you actually believe that nonsense?” Helen sneered. “Zen isn’t even fully wolf or human. He can’t have a mate, let alone a ‘fated mate.’” Aleah froze, her heart sinking at Helen’s words. If she wasn’t truly Hunter’s fated mate, then what about the red thread that bound them? Was it all just a cruel trick by the moon goddess? “You’re nothing but a distraction to Zen,” Helen snapped. “He went against his brother Giovanni because of you!”

And Harry was too tired, too confused, too filled with conflicting loyalties to see beyond the surface. From the bottom of the staircase, unseen, Elena watched quietly. She didn’t see romance. She saw strategy. Positioning. Manipulation dressed as vulnerability. And she realized something chilling: Helen wasn’t here to reunite the family. She was here to replace Elena’s place in it. And she was moving far faster than Elena expected. Elena stepped back into the shadows, determination hardening in her eyes. If Helen wanted to rewrite the family’s history, Elena would stop her.

Asher hissed, stepping up to the Priest guy who equally stared him down. “I thought you missed me, so I decided to show up, dear old friend.” He chuckled, his sexy blue eyes darting behind Asher to me. My breath hitched once we made eye contact. I felt a rush of something in my belly as I stared at him with a gulp. “Ah, there it is… Helen of Troy.” He whispered, stepping aside from Asher and heading towards the stage.

The scandal rippled through the heavens until, as she had hoped, it reached the throne of Zeus, King of the Gods. In the hallowed halls of Olympus, Zeus looked down from his throne at the weeping, prostrate Cassandra, then to the dark, thunderous expression on Apollo's face. "Apollo," Zeus's voice rumbled, "the laws of the divine cannot be defied. A sacred bloodline must not be cast aside or born in shame. You will marry her. You will give this child a name and a legitimate place." Hearing this, a look of ecstatic triumph flashed in Cassandra’s eyes.