Helena Beat Lyrics Novels & Stories

Someone please wake me up. Helena crawls towards me, sitting in front of me. Her arms stretch at both sides. “No, don’t come close. Stay away from the Child.” No words come from Alpha Kryptos. He just stands like a clone looking at us. “You will have to kill me before getting to her,” Helena roars. My body shivers behind her as my eyes waters. I can’t believe the wrong people got the victory. The Goddess has disappointed me again. My teeth clenches as I make to push Helena out of the way and face my death. But the spilling and splashing of blood on my skin makes my body freeze. My heart forgets to beat for a second.

Lucien's voice echoed through the theater. "Elara!" The woman looked toward the sound. "They're almost here." "Who are you?" The woman hesitated. Then answered. "My name..." "...is Helena." Nothing more. No surname. No explanation. She pressed the velvet pouch into Elara's hand. "When the violin is restrung..." "Play your mother's final composition." Elara frowned. "I don't know it." "You will." Helena smiled sadly. "Memory isn't always stored in the mind." "Sometimes..."

“I can not take you. He will come after you and hurt me again. I'm leaving. Be a good boy, and he won’t hurt you, too.” Helena began walking into the darkness. Reba ran after her, barefoot and sobbing. “Mama!” Helena turned limping and pushed him back hard. He fell onto the ground. “Stay! Do you want me to die?! Huh, Adr6? Is that it? You want me to die? You are just like your father! Stay with him.” Adrian got up, sobbing. “I am coming with you!” “You are not going anywhere!”

Outside the ward, Helena stood frozen at the entrance, unsure what to do. Rain soaked her hair and clothes. She looked up at the gray, overcast sky, letting her tears mingle with the rain. "Nathan… I was wrong… I was really wrong…" But her voice was drowned out by the rain. No one heard her, and no one answered. Some invisible force seemed to hold me back, and I had no choice but to follow Helena as she drove aimlessly to a random bar.

"If I'm not mistaken, you are Mr. Houston's secretary, right?" Helena understood why the question came from Mr. Graham. Even though they had worked together all day, Beatrice's appearance looked much different from before. Tonight, she was wearing a sleeveless knee-length dress with her hair down and makeup sticking to her face. Did Beatrice look pretty? Helena preferred to use the word 'different' rather than beautiful because Beatrice's appearance was considered normal for her. Beatrice was only good at highlighting what was in her to the fullest. She wanted to boast about herself, but according to her, she was still much prettier than Beatrice.

In the darkness behind my lids, it wasn’t Sarah. It was Helena—her caramel skin flushed, her full tits bouncing as she slammed down on my cock, moaning my name like a curse and a prayer. Helena’s nails raking my chest, leaving red trails. Helena’s pussy gripping me so hard I saw stars, squirting around me while she begged me to fill her again. Helena’s voice breaking as she came, “Damon—fuck me—own me—ruin me—” I couldn’t stop the grunt that came out.

His mouth parted while he bangs his head through the air. The crowds gone wilder than before. The five guys walk towards the center with microphones on their hands. All of a sudden, a deep cold voice fills us. His voice soared through the air like an eagle on an up-draft, taking our souls. Hey baby Do you still remember me? I’m that boy next door With a black hoodie and white sneakers Memories started flashing in my mind as tears clouded into my eyes. The lyrics swim through my cerebral cortex like a wakeful dream, making me remember those times that I’m with him.

Helena informed them while pressing a hand on her lips. I rolled my eyes at the queen, but I noted that the older woman indeed looked a little green. I couldn’t blame her. The carriage was moving faster and faster. It was making me feel dizzy, too. Becca quickly produced a tiny jar of smelling salt from her pocket and hovered it below Helena’s nose. I ignored them to look outside the window again. The sun was setting fast, and we were still a few minutes away from the safety of the border.

“Confess while you worship. Tell me how sorry you are for failing our blood.” Helena hesitated. I gripped her hair and slapped her face again with my cock. “Now.” “I… I’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice breaking. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she took my cock into her warm mouth. “I’m so sorry for aborting your sibling. I betrayed you.” Her tongue swirled awkwardly at first, but I forced her deeper, fucking her throat with slow, deliberate thrusts.

Helena’s voice jolted her out of her thoughts. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” Elora asked, her clit getting harder at the thought of rubbing Helena’s clit on hers. Helena nodded, and Elora laughed. “You little slut.” “Don’t act like I’m the only one that wants this,” Helena responded quickly, her voice low and sultry, sending chills running down Elora’s spine. “I know you can’t get enough of my cunt.” The wetness between both their legs had gotten really unbearable as Helena’s bra fell off, revealing her boobs. They weren’t that huge, but they were decent.