Helena Adams Novels & Stories

I listened to her voice as she cackled before turning into a full blown hysterical laughter. " Wait a minute!." - She panted, laughing in between the gaps. "Repeat that again ma'am." I frowned, not understanding what was so funny about opening an account. "What's so funny?" - I asked sternly. Her cackles stopped, "I'm sorry........ Miss Selene." "It's just that - in this day and age. Not having a social media account is kind of............. unheard. It's actually become a necessity and you not having it -"

Sara’s other health problems were also left in the past. Sara grew into a beautiful young woman, with long black hair, long legs, and a full figure. Just like her mother, she never failed to attract attention wherever she went. Can you guess what profession Sara chose? She was studying plastic surgery and was quite a successful student. But for now, let’s go back to Magdalena. Magdalena… A young woman full of life, energy, hope, and sexual desire. The same woman who had committed horrific crimes, who had arranged for her lover to kill her husband, then killed her lover herself, dumped their bodies into a ravine, and burned them both.

"It’s been a very long time." "Helena," I managed to say, my throat tight, my hands clenching into fists at my sides. "I didn't know you were back in the country." "I arrived on Tuesday," she replied smoothly, her gaze lingering on my face for a brief, indifferent second before shifting entirely. She turned her body, facing Catherine directly. Catherine’s expression remained politely neutral. “Miss…?” Helena’s smile widened just a fraction. “Helena Morton. Of M&L Enterprises. I’ve been based in Paris these past six years.”

Houston - Helena was actually a person who really respected the privacy of others. She tried not to cross their freedom and was not curious about or intending to find out. What for? There was no point in doing so. As long as that person didn't harm her, she wouldn't mind it either. Especially for Aaron, as long as he could keep his promises and commitments, everything would be fine.

I wasn't expecting this kind of request from her and it's all thanks to that good for nothing woman. "Helena, how can you ask for such a thing?, you're our sister. How do you think Ryan would feel if he isn't there on the happiest day of your life. You both are very fond of each other, please Helena have a rethink?" Adrian begged her but I knew very well she wouldn't bulge.

It was intense that she felt like she wanted to vomit. ‘She really can’t control her temper when teaching’ Catherine thought but it was understandable that her mother wanted this to be perfect. She knew that Anita was thinking of the future career of her students and that she wants all of them to stand out in their own way. “Elena, polish your second arabesque.” Anita once again shouted and she knew that those ballet dancers won’t get their break anytime soon if they keep disappointing her mother. Catherine started to write a story for her thesis to support her hypothesis and to strengthen the foundation of her data. Tragedy had always been her specialty so that is what her thesis is about –

She seemed to take a while but she finally walked out. “Hi!.” Lilith called out to me with a smile on her face. “Hi…, Lilith!.” I replied with a half smile, my head read on my palm. “I know you wanna talk!.” She said. I have known Lilith for a while, it’s been just two centuries since I knew her, I knew exactly how she loved her jobs. Lilith is the most shady and evil woman I have ment in my existence. The Queen of the demons, first wife of Adam and as well the ex wife of Lucifer but yet she rules the Demons, as her heart is black so is her practices.

Her small back, down to her exquisite curve, and her wide, alluring hips… I couldn’t get Aster why he has just one interest in this kind of body that almost resembles a goddess. Helena gave me that arrogant look from the corner of her eyes as she slipped her dress on and fixed her long, curly golden hair. She loves her hair and she takes very good care of it, thinking that it is always her best asset. But the truth is, it is her remarkable skill in making a man happy in his bed.

"Maria, who is this friend you're talking about? And what idea are you referring to?" Maria hesitated, realizing the weight of her confession. She took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts. "Father, it's someone I met recently," she admitted, her voice trembling slightly. "Her name is Li-lah. We've been spending a lot of time together, and she's been telling me about different ways people make money. She mentioned this particular method, and... I thought it might be worth considering."

For an outsider anyone will think her to be at fault. Elena scoffs. “Sensible? She glares. “Doesn’t suit you.” “Watch your tongue, witch!” “I won’t. What you gonna do?” She juts her chin and Adam kept studying her with unreadable expression. “Scheme and play games.” “Seems like you forgot who schemed whom. Before accusing me, do check all the sins you have committed in your one lifetime.” Adam uttered, reminding her how she weaved a net of lies and deception to regain her uncle’s legacy by risking her dignity.