Helena Bonham Carter Hot Novels & Stories

Melina Celina throws a punch to my head, which I block. “Getting better there, sweetheart,” she says while trying again with a left hook. Even sweaty, Celina is a knockout. Her ponytail makes her look badass. Her designer workout gear is black with a turquoise stripe slashing across the front. I want to hate her just for being perfect, which is impossible because she’s so damn nice.

“here. How was the visitation to your family? Did anything unusual happen?” "nope. It was perfectly fine." I opened the magazine and found Serena's picture in it. Genuine reason not to look at me, after all, I can't compete with her beauty. " that reminds me, Mr. Harrison, I have been looking for Helena and Susan. Do you by chance send them somewhere?"

She tucked her hair behind her ear and said in a pleasant tone, “Oh, that is all in the past. I’m now a contestant like you.” Lia could not hide her smile as she tried to be humble. Her chin was lifted high. “Are you also a contestant?” Lia looked at Sophia and asked. Sophia shook her head. “No.” Sophia turned and pointed at Helma. “I am the assistant to this year’s champion.” This year’s champion? Lia looked at Helma curiously, and then laughed after she figured out who she was. “I know you. You are Steady Hemmy, who is very popular on Twitter. You are a makeup blogger and the daughter of the King Group, right?”

“I….I thought you were Liam.” Helena cleared her throat and walked in properly, placing the laptop and files on the table beside the bed. “These are reports Liam asked me to bring.” She straightened…..Then noticed me. Or rather, really noticed me. The robe did very little to hide anything. I felt it immediately her gaze lingering, the faint smirk tugging at her lips before she caught herself. I crossed my arms instinctively, half embarrassed, half amused. “Well,” Helena said lightly, regaining her composure, “I see the Alpha has excellent taste.”

“Let’s burn the board.” POV: Helena Declan Helena stood in the Xander Biotech boardroom, flanked by lawyers and analysts. The transition was seamless, executed with calculated charm and brutal precision. She wore a white pantsuit, pristine and commanding, her long dark hair pulled back in a silk tie. “She’s not just beautiful,” one board member whispered to another. “She’s lethal.” Exactly how she liked it. But when the meeting adjourned and the doors closed behind her, her façade cracked—just slightly.

She swirled it slowly, her lips curving in satisfaction before she spoke. “The photos are already trending,” she said, voice smooth as honey laced with venom. “By morning they will circle every corner of society. Soon they’ll believe she wasn’t just in Russia… they’ll believe she belonged there. A woman with a secret child? A prostitute desperate for a wealthy man’s protection? The public adores such stories. It gives them permission to sneer at her while secretly loving every sordid detail.” Helena leaned back in her chair, crossing one leg over the other with effortless grace. Her red lips curved upward as she reached for one of the phones. Her fingers danced across the screen, elegant but

She was Helena Gelati but now she is Helena Perez, a beautiful woman with a beautiful body and skin. For a single second, Victoria’s words affected her but then she took a step further and got into her face, eyes hard and malicious. “Mrs Rossi. I am grateful to you for keeping a garbage like Elijah Rossi for yourself because if you had not done that. I would never have been with a king like Evan. I will forever be grateful to you for feeding the dog so that I can have The Lion!” Victoria’s eyes widened in ugly humiliation and anger. “You…” “And yes, My man is quite content with my body so you can ease your tension for me,” Helena’s taunting smirk bruised Victoria’s ego completely.

But the moment Helena saw so many reporters gathered in front of the building, her steps gradually slowed. Her gaze immediately found Kara, then Adrian. And the dozens of cameras pointed at them. Whatever crossed her mind at that moment, one thing was certain. Helena saw an opportunity. An opportunity to put even more pressure on Tara. An opportunity to make everyone see just how terrible her younger daughter was. “What’s going on here?” Helena asked as she walked closer. Several reporters immediately turned toward her. Someone recognized her. “Mrs. Helena Valmont?” “That’s right,” Helena replied quickly. She did not even give anyone a chance to ask first about what had happened this morning

I heard a commotion coming from some of the office girls across the room which broke me out of my mind swirl. “Have you seen Mr. Hottie out there with the super sports car.” One of them gushed. Please don’t let this be Logan. I thought. The girls were all gushing over some guy outside. I looked over one of their shoulders and sighed. “Leah, isn’t that the guy who was at the bar last week?” One of my closest colleagues asked me a little too loudly, to drop me in it. “Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.”

I leaned slightly toward Knox and murmured, “Sir… that’s Helena Carver. It seems she is representing her father.” She was striking, maybe dangerously so. Satin mini dress glowing under the soft light, cowl neckline dipping low enough to expose her cleavages, hem barely grazing the top of her thighs. “Mr. Grey,” she said with a hint of amusement in her voice. “I’m Helena Carver. My father couldn’t make it today, so I’m representing him.” Knox didn’t even glance at her. His grey eyes stayed glued to the documents in front of him with his fingers tapping lightly on the polished table.