Helena Adams Novels & Stories

Dust fell from the ceiling. Adrian looked at his daughter. “The subject is not twenty-one.” “The file said she was.” “It displayed her operational identity.” “What does that mean?” “Eidolon created a complete public history for her before she was born. School records. Medical records. Government identification. Financial accounts. According to every external database, Helena Laurent is twenty-one years old.” Seraphina froze. “Helena?” Adrian looked away. “You named her after my aunt.” “I didn’t name her.”

When Don saw Phelan, his eyes burned with hate. He bellowed—a sound that was somewhere between a yell, a moo, and a really loud belch. “Hey, Phelan,” She then shouted back. “Didn't I kill you already?” He pounded his fist into the dress she wore, and it crumpled like aluminum foil. A few dracaenae threw flaming javelins at her. She knocked them aside. A hellhound lunged, and she sidestepped. She could have stabbed it, but She hesitated. “This is not Mrs. O'Leary”, Don said to himself. This is an untamed wolf. It will kill me and all my friends.

I watched her for a moment, the way she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, the little sway of her hips completely unintentional, but distracting as hell. Shaking myself out of it, I grabbed a glass from the cabinet and filled it with water, taking a slow sip as I leaned against the fridge. Helena still looked tense, like she was hyper-aware of my presence. After setting the cup down, I turned to leave, but her voice stopped me. “Hey… uh, Adrian?” I turned back. “Yeah?” She hesitated, fiddling with the spatula in her hands. “I know you’re busy and everything, but… I made pancakes. A lot of them. So, um… would you want to have breakfast?”

K.E.L.S.I::: Mrs Raphael didn't hide her true colour when her husband was taken out of the country for his medical operation, she made mum go through hell, even accusing her for being the cause of her husband accident blaming him for allowing us into their house the first day.

“I look and sound crazy to everyone else.” Helena took a deep breath. “I know you are angry right now but one day you won’t be angry anymore and you will realize how you destroyed your family. You had a husband who loved you, I don’t know all the fights you two had but I know Adrian loves you. You broke his heart. It is one thing to cheat but to cheat and come back with a child, probably prideful too… I doubt any man can forgive that. Loosing a man that treated you like his whole world is something you can’t possibly recover from. I hurt my husband, I don’t think we are going to make it and because I know this was one man who wouldn’t stop at nothing for me hurts more. And all for someone wh

The mountains every morning seem alive if the wind flows towards the kingdom. Even Helena has knitted a lot of cloth that can cover the cold if she and her husband feel a lack of warmth. To knit and embroider a cloth is still very difficult because, the thread comes directly from the silkworms which they make themselves. Helena, who is proficient in this kind of business, is used to it like her sister. Speaking of her sister, Helena really misses her. Even though all the grudges that people have given to her sister have disappeared, it seems that Helena really wants to meet her sister, just once. She wanted to hug her even though there might have been a lot of evil things her sister had done

But I imagine Victor might know about her. "Do you know anything about his sister?" I ask, looking at him. "You mean your half-sister? Adrielle said Max raised Amanda's other daughter too," he says teasingly. I grumble, disgusted by the idea. "I don't know much about her. Amanda seems to hide her daughter from a lot of people. I don't even know her name." "Helena. Helena Williams," I inform him, crossing my arms. "I have no idea who she is, where she is. If she's alive or dead. Helena is like a ghost who's disappeared from everything," I say, my tone expressing my confusion about this woman.

She was a god in scheming. Helena’s voice sharpened to a final cut. “So no, Adele was not an adulterous woman. She was not married. She was a child robbed, switched, deceived, and then tempered by fire. Every scar, every tear she shed was preparation. Now she sits here as she was meant to be: Margaret Harrington’s granddaughter. My granddaughter by oath. The bride for my grandson.”

Helena curled the corner of her mouth and had a look of disdain. Emma felt that this Helena would not be too casual and could only use the same tone to reply to her. "If the rumors were not false, didn't you get entangled with Yoseph?" Helena let out a lewd laugh. "So what? I like to be entangled with powerful men. Yoseph and Archie are the same. Both of them are my choices." Emma did not expect the cute and charming female lead was actually such a casual woman and often coveted power.

Bess giggled “How can a child that didn’t exist be born?” “Helena created one ruckus after the other, but Adam silently put up with it. Luckily Old Mr. Adalase was home on one such occasion. He was shocked and asked Helena why she was behaving like this. She told him that she didn’t want to be Adam’s wife and was forced.