Helena Lyrics Novels & Stories

Melia stopped spinning her, and Helena stood still, with Melia staring at her furiously. "Listen to this, you promiscuous blonde," she said, not holding back, and everyone who saw her opened their mouths slightly at those words. "This damn snow-haired imbecile is mine, only mine," she emphasized with possession. "No one touches him, no one hugs him by the neck, no one gets close to him, except me. Everything..." she trailed off. "Everything you see, everything that makes him up, is mine, got it?" Helena nodded frantically, unable to articulate, as doing so would probably make the chocolate cookies made by Za come out of her stomach in liquid form.

Vandaulf stepped over to Helena, and while he did not talk, the fact that he dropped to one knee ever so slightly—just enough to reach her eye level—was more than sufficient. Helena put a creased hand to his cheek. "You turned out to be just who I wanted you to be," she whispered, her voice a gentle shake. "Even when you were a stubborn little hellion." A soft laugh broke through him. "I had the best instructor." Helena looked at Lily and examined her intently. Her keen eyes went soft. "You wear white like you'd been born in it." Lily caught Brenna's eye nervously, not sure how much warmth lay behind Helena's compliment as opposed to good manners.

"Stand up. Let me get a good look—see if they've thickened or not…" The smile in Delilah's eyes deepened. She placed a hand on my shoulder to steady herself as she stood, then lifted the hem of her gown all the way up to her thighs so I could see better. "They haven't thickened," I said. "Still as slender and straight as ever." My gaze drifted to the pale pink panties barely hidden in the shadows of her skirt. I couldn't hold back any longer. I reached out, pulled her into my arms, and pressed my lips to hers.

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.

I have a feeling this will become a tradition again. Let the count down begin three, two, one. So pretty Lucy said as the tree lit up with the most beautiful lights. With in a few minutes everyone gathered around in a huge circle around the tree and held hands and we all started signing. Three songs all together the first one we started with was o Christmas tree. Then we sang silent night and finished off with my favorite jingle bells. I can't stand caroling but tonight it felt different, I was happy this is the happiest I have been in a long time.

Coming back to the point, I sat beside her obediently, she shook her head, “The success of our plan, this serene territory and my brand-new look, there’s only one reason behind it. I…” Helena’s violet eyes sparkled as she bit her lower lip, glancing at our faces for some sort of reaction. “I’m the last whisperer alive in this world.”

Helena suddenly yelled, raising her fist in a blow that, if he hadn't dodged, would have dislocated his jaw. “Girls shouldn't swear,” Henrique scolded, seriously. Although he admitted, internally and only to himself, that she was... incredibly cute cursing like that. Helena, extremely drunk, gradually relaxed against his chest. It was as if her body instinctively knew that he had no bad intentions. And then, sitting on his lap, she murmured in a slurred voice: — It's just because... I feel like I shouldn't do this... otherwise... otherwise, with that face of yours... I could get a big leg to hug...

Helena squealed, her voice bubbling with excitement from the other end of the line, as if the very thought of their reunion filled her with an overwhelming joy. “Oh, I can't wait to see you, my love.” Adrian said with a hint of sadness on his face and in his voice. “Take care; we’ll talk later.” “Sure, my love,” Helena responded, but as she hung up, her expression darkened. A creeping tension twisted in her gut, and as her finger slid across her phone screen, it left behind yet another crimson bloodstain, a chilling reminder of the hidden turmoil lurking beneath her cheerful facade.

Helena's voice was firm, and Leah suddenly halted in her tracks but didn't turn around. Helena was relieved; she was tired of trying to keep up, and her legs were hurting. "It hurts, doesn't it? Helena's voice was low, the candle stands on the wall reflecting on her face, as she slowly made her way to where Leah was. Leah's face was calm, her hands crossed elegantly in front of her. Her hands were gloved to hide the thumb she pinched whenever she was anxious. "Look at me, Leah." Helena finally said when she stood right behind Leah.

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.