Helena Adams Novels & Stories

Six feet four of nothing but lean, hard muscle Her belly clenched in a pure spasm of sheer, unadulterated lust, and she tried to take her mind off his physical attractions. He hadn’t ever married, there had been no talk of it since the debacle with Helena Drakos. He obviously hadn’t managed to mend bridges there. From what Cassia could remember, Helena had quite quickly married someone else. No doubt further rubbing salt into Calix’s wound. Helena had been one of the most successful models in Greece, the daughter of another very wealthy shipping magnate. The day after the engagement had been announced, Cassia had had to endure everyone saying that it was a match made in heaven.

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?”

I was about talking when Anita came over. "Hmm...What's going on here?" she asked Lexy putting her hand on lexy's shoulder. "Kelsi here is the daughter of our maid that was sent out of the house last month...." Lexy replied her, looking at me with disgust, ".... And she had the guts to lie to me, telling me her dad is abroad overseeing his business there" I felt ashamed of myself that moment. "Wait! What?" Now the whispering coming frim every corner was getting louder, some of the class mate were covering their mouth in shock, including Anita.

Helena's mind is in chaos right now. Helena yesterday spent her time at home cleaning all the furniture, and was really curious about who Silvana was, who was believed to be the twin of her sister, Selena. Are they really similar? Helena is very curious, should she look for Silvana? She should. In order for this curiosity to disappear, Helena will invite Silvana to come along with her, maybe Silvana's presence can make Helena release her unbearable tiredness and longing for Selena. Hope that they can get together and spend time together.

Helena was Dante’s younger sister who lived close to their residence. She drives her own car so she brought Estela and the others with her since she would also be watching. She was invited as one of the guests. She held a position in the Alumni Association of the school and a board member of their province, belonging to the Committee on Tourism, Arts and Culture. “Ma’am Tara, Ma’am Cecilia, would you like to get your makeup done as well?” “Oh? I think I’m alright.. What about you Tita?” Tara still knew how to do makeup on herself decently.

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.”

"It's nothing much. It's just a matter of work. My ceremonial dress was designed by her." "You better not play any tricks." Yoseph seemed to have seen through Helena's pure and innocent face long ago. That sinister brain and sinister heart. Now listening to her tone, it seemed that she hated Emma. Emma designed the dress for her. Maybe she would take the opportunity to make an article to frame her. "Dear big brother, what are you talking about? Why would such a cute girl like me play tricks?" Helena suddenly changed her face and started to say some wronged words.

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.