Helen The Troy Novels & Stories

She didn't need to find out who it was as she already knew, judging from the height of how the torch shone and the set of white teeth. Indeed, it was none other than Althea that had decided to torture her again. Helen was yet to understand how the little girl was able to fool most of the people she came across into thinking she was only but a little girl. She was yet to understand this and she was dying to do so. As Helen reminisced about the past, she remembered how she was almost fooled by Althea. She remembered being a naive young lady years back even while being the daughter of a witch. As at then, there were no traces of such in her and her dark side hadn't yet appeared.

“Helen Williams and Andrew have been seeing each other and working together with the first lady of the Hiroshima clan, Seline Dubuar. Wyatt was just her camouflage — her front man, acting on her behalf. Helen used him as the perfect bait to keep our attention away while she ate us deep from within.” “I'm so going to fucking kill that bitch. I did sense that she was a bigger trouble than her father. Every one of those rats deserve to be six foot under where they belong. We should be planning a counter attack for the tough time they made us go through, not meetings like this. Fuck, we should be getting ready for war!”

He was happy, nonetheless. “Will you stay?” he held her arm, begging silently with his eyes. Those green eyes that reflected the light of the forest were dim now like the autumn leaves after the first frost. She obeyed, giving in. Perhaps in some other lifetime, she would’ve refused him, screamed at him, asking to face his battles alone, but somehow in this one, she couldn’t. Despite the war between her mind and heart, she wanted to follow him. She wanted to follow him like Patroclus followed Achilles to Troy, and everyone knows how that story ended.

Seeing that Helen's thoughts were wavering, Zoey suddenly grabbed her arm and cried loudly, "Mom, please, don't you love me the most? Since I usually listen to you, please don't let me drink this cup of poisonous wine, okay?" "No, you're not my daughter. My Zoey is not like you!" Helen shouted as if she had gone mad, and then she laughed wildly at Zoey. She had never expected that one day she would die in the hands of her daughter! Christiano placed the crystal cup on the table with a loud noise. "Time's up. Think about who to drink!" There was no emotion in his tone, which made people couldn't help but feel scared at first sight! Helen glanced at Zoey and said with a smile, "Zoey, take care

"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."

“What rumor…?” Helen didn’t respond. Not directly. She only whispered: "By tomorrow evening, everyone will be wondering what Fiona Generys is concealing. Marie shivered violently. “Helen… what is she hiding?” Helen's face sharpened. “Nothing,” she said. “That’s the beauty of it.” She wheeled to her men. “Pack up. We move by dawn.” The drone descended into the man’s hands, silent as a ghost. Marie stumbled after Helen, her voice barely a breath: “Where are we going?” Helen didn’t look back. “To start the story,” she said, “that will bring your daughter home.” She smiled, an incision of light in the dark. “And once the world hears it… the Billion estate will never sleep again.”

I crash into Michael, sending us both tumbling to the ground. "Victor!" Arielle screams, struggling against her chains. "No!" Helen steps out from behind the altar, her gentle smile firmly in place. She looks exactly as she always did kind, matronly, harmless. But her eyes betray her. They burn with an ancient, terrible power. "Now, now," she chides, as if scolding a misbehaving child. "We can't have you interfering with the ritual, Victor. I've waited far too long for this."

“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.