Helena Adams Novels & Stories

With faint tears Damari looked at Lord Frodo, "Husband, say something. Helena is your own daughter, you can't just destroy your child, please." Helena held her mother's shoulders as if only that way she could suppress the bitterness and shame in her heart. Her heart was dripping with blood to make such a decision. But instead of wagging her tail to beg Celeste for mercy, she would rather take everyone's criticism behind her back. As long as she could get through this, the Armstrong Company's condition would improve and how to deal with Scarlett and Young Master Silver as before, she still had the final say.

“This is none of your fault, Amanda. He used you, just as he planned to use my daughter. So don’t apologise to me. Also, you heard from your mother. Adeline helped her after the accident, even when she herself was in a bad condition. She chose to save you. That was just like her, always prioritising others. And you know what’s amazing? Even if you’re not her blood, you grew up to be just like her. You were passionate about honouring her memory, and you lived every day for both her and you. You were the best thing that happened to me after she was gone. So you’ll always be my granddaughter. You’re my family, do you understand?” A tear rolled down Amanda’s face as she recalled Helena’s words a

But ever since she was twelve she had been dying her hair blonde, learning to perfect her makeup and waves and finding contacts that brought out the blue in her eyes. Helena was getting wet just thinking about her weekend adventures. She had waited for a moment like that for years. She had been after the Maxwell brothers since she read about them in one of her magazines when she turned fourteen. She began to shape her life around what a perfect wife would be like for someone as god-like as one of the Davids. Her favorite and ultimate goal was the middle brother, Brayden. She would follow every news out et, piece of gossip, fan club information; whatever she get her hands on about the brother

As her best friend, she had tried to persuade her countless times, but no matter how hard she tried, Helen said, "There's nothing I can do! I just like him..." "But he doesn't like you. Can't you tell?" She pursed her lips and said nonchalantly, "It doesn't matter if he doesn't like me. Anyway, I just want his son..." "You are indeed as crazy as he said..." Sheila let out a long sigh. For the first time, she sympathized with Zachary. Whoever target by Miss Helen Adams would have a hard time escaping from her! Meanwhile, Zachary was throwing a tantrum at his mother when he got home. "Have you gone senile? The eldest daughter of the Adam family wants to be a surrogate mother. How are you going

and she drew from a side drawer a letter, on the back of which, the villagers recognized the well remembered handwriting of their former pastor. This proof of Helena’s innocence was hardly relished by the clever gossips of Oakland, for the young girl, though kind-hearted and gentle, was far too beautiful to be a general favorite. Mothers saw in her a rival for their daughters, while the daughters looked enviously upon her clear white brow, and shining chestnut hair; which fell in wavy curls about her neck and shoulders. Two years before our story opens, she had left her mountain home to try the mysteries of millinery in the city, where a distant relative of her mother was living. Here her un

Regardless of whether it was her appearance or her figure, it could be said to be a rarity in this world. Her appearance made the entire living room in the Wade family mansion seem much brighter in an instant. Helena was five years younger than Felix, and she was only twenty-four years old this year. She was the eldest princess of the Northern European royal family, and she was originally also the first in line to the throne. However, for some reason, her qualification to the royal family’s heirship had been subsequently erased. So, that was the reason why she had then been brought into marriage to the Wade family.

Amanda jumped up in glee, her buxom chest encased in a pink satin slip followed suit. “ I feel very unhappy for my mistress, she had to live another way of life only for all these to happen.” Helena said truthfully with sadness written all over her face. “ Oh! Come on, do you really think that Elise married Carl because of a stone. Do you see the fame and fortune, the wealth, the power attached to the Overlord? I don’t feel any pity for her, I just felt that she would have pulled out more from their bargaining.” Amanda commented offhandedly as she looked at Helena.

A single glance at Elara that said you again and then away. Lucian Vale — younger than Derrick, quieter, with watchful eyes that moved to Elara once and stayed a beat too long before moving away. Collecting information. Helena Vale — Adrian's stepmother. Late fifties. The kind of woman who had maintained herself with discipline rather than ease, handsome in an architectural way that had more to do with structure than warmth. She looked at Elara the way certain women looked at things they had decided not to dignify the deliberate unseeing of someone who had determined that acknowledging her existence would be a concession she wasn't prepared to make.

Amelia said excitedly. Helga flinched after hearing the word 'friend'. She suddenly thought of Calia entering the mansion again. Helga felt angry but managed to show a calm smile. "Is it madam Calia again?" She asked. Amelia's smile disappeared in an instant after she was reminded of her conversation with Damian. Amelia smiled with sadness in her eyes. "No, it's Tara" she shortly answered. Helga felt relief wash over her entire body. She sighed before smiling again at Amelia. "We shall prepare snacks and tea for her," she said before leaving with Maisy beside her.

Helena stopped in front of my bed and I sat straighter on my bed and raised my eyebrows at her, indicating her to speak. “She is innocent.” That was the first thing that came out of her mouth and I could see, Adeline visibly relaxing by my peripheral view. She was standing near me and looking at our intruders. She didn’t utter a single word. She looked confused by the entire events that took place this night. Helena looked bothered; whatever she had read from my mail was definitely not good. She was the strongest among my grim reapers and she was smartest too. She was the only one who had the guts to call me by my name.