Helen West Casebook Novels & Stories

Working Nine to Five Helen got on the bus and took a seat near the front. She pulled out her iPhone and put her headphones in her ears. She could finally afford a cell phone plan. It was April and she had just finished her last accounting exam. It was nice to have it off her shoulders. Her course at the college had been in administrative assistance. Now it was finished, she could go look for a real job instead of escorting guys. Helen wasn’t sure, but she thought the punk band in her headphones sounded like the hallelujah chorus.

I left her in charge of bringing breakfast up to the bedroom and isolated myself in the office. A few hours later, a hesitant knock on the door pulled me away from my reports. Helen walked in. She was wearing black leggings and a baggy hoodie that looked far too large for her voluptuous frame. She kept her eyes cast down, trembling, but when she asked to go to her old house to retrieve her books and see her sisters, I noticed the stubbornness gleaming in those autumn-leaf eyes of hers. I was suspicious, but I chose to concede. I sent two of my men to escort her, with express orders to bring her straight back.

I handed it to him, and watched him read it standing in the middle of the workshop floor, his jaw tightening with each line, one hand flat against the cutting table as though he needed something solid to press against while he took it in. “Six figures.” “Six figures.” “For a claim that makes no sense. Sorrel existed before you married him.” “I know.” Helen’s lawyer arrived within the hour, a woman named Odette Marchetti who shook all our hands briskly and set a laptop on the cutting table without waiting to be offered a proper seat. “Helen filled me in on the phone,” she said. “I’ve had a chance to run a few searches already. I want to walk you through what I found before we discuss the lett

"So, outside of nearly passing out from exhaustion on the field... how are things going with Cassian?" I felt the heat rush to my cheeks instantly. I scrambled to pull myself together, straightening my posture to look as professional as possible. "Things are fine. He’s a very strict teacher, but he knows exactly what he’s doing. I’m learning a lot about werewolf blind spots." Helen turned around, leaning against the counter with her arms crossed over her chest. A small, amused smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. She didn't say a word. Instead, she pointed a finger toward my chest.

Helen said, her voice dripping with disdain. “Fantasy?” Aleah repeated, incredulous. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. It was clear this woman didn’t like her—and wanted her to stop caring about Hunter. But if Hunter really was sick, that was even more reason for her to see him. If he’d left because of his illness, she needed to let him know that it wasn’t a good enough reason for them to fall apart. They’d worked too hard to let everything end over a disease or a misunderstanding. She wasn’t about to give up on him. “I’m telling you this because I care about your future,” Helen continued, her tone turning patronizing. “Zen isn’t the one for you. You’re still young—go and find—”

she corrected herself under Emily’s stern glare. Helen was a college sophomore, notorious for her nonchalant attitude in class. Despite her lack of attention, she always managed to ace her exams, claiming that the courses were too easy to bother with and that fun was far more interesting. The next afternoon was perfect, with bright sunshine and a gentle breeze. The daytime temperatures were much more pleasant than the night’s chill, offering a comfortable balance of warmth and coolness. Emily and Helen dressed in stylish casual outfits, hands full with bags as they loaded up the car and headed to Westhill Peninsula Villa.

Helena had just returned from Albert's office. After submitting files and other evidence that was not revealed during the investigation at that time. Many things turned out to be odd during the legal process involving Helena and Michael as victims. Although they were undergoing treatment, the case of the accident that almost cost them both their lives should not have been closed so quickly.

I told Bianca, who rushed to the door. The scent of roses instantly filled my room, and I hated just how pompously it invaded my privacy. “So you think you’ve won?” a cunning voice came before her face appeared. Yella glanced around. Helene was still there, but I knew she didn’t care. Just like most of the pack, they would rather die than blame the Caswells for anything. “You should take your herbs as instructed. It is good for you and the baby,” Helene said and quickly walked out.

Helen asked "You see I need to find powerful witches from that school of yours, so their powers would help me locate the spell book of dark magic." "You'll never be able to find it." Helen said angrily "You seem confident that I won't be able to find it." Peterson said "That spell book is evil you would be corrupted by it." Helen said "That's the idea, isn't everyone in this world corrupted by their power, strength? So why wouldn't I embrace a corruptive power for myself so I'd take over the world." Peterson said "You are a maniac you know that?" Hazel yelled "Oh Miss Maximilian, you've grown so how does it feel to be without a father?" Peterson said ignoring Helen's words.

She had been planning this longer than anyone. And then the second part hit me. Helena Cross was Celestine Vare’s main attorney. She had been in that courtroom, on the other side of the table, working on the same case the entire time.