Helena Lyrics Novels & Stories

“The God of Lust’s apostle, now safely in our care.” Applause and laughter follow, but it doesn’t reach me. I can’t return their smiles. I can’t feign gratitude. I want to shrink into the floor, disappear, and crawl back to Khaled. Helena leans close, whispering in my ear, soft and honeyed. “See? You’re mine now.” Her words, meant to entice, only tighten the knot in my chest. I want to speak, to shout, to tell her she has no claim over me, but I can’t. Not now. Not with everyone watching.

Jarett's POV The phone was still buzzing in my hand from Vanessa's call. Helena hadn’t moved from the fridge. Her back was to me, her shoulders were too straight, like if she relaxed for one second she’d fall apart. The clipboard in her hands had tomorrow’s drills written in her neat, angry script. Except nothing was normal. The thread between our wrists still pulled hard and insistently like a dog tugging at a leash. “Go,” Helena said. Her voice was flat. The kind of flat that meant she’d already cried and had nothing left. “If you don’t, you’ll wonder.”

“You sound so... calm, Helena.” Helena’s voice came through, light and honest. “For once, I feel safe. Like I’m not running from something.” Tessy exhaled a long breath. “You deserve that.” There was a pause, then Tessy added, “I got an email from Leo.” Helena’s giggle crackled through the speaker. “Let me guess—another poem?” “Worse. A song.” “Did he sing it?” “He rapped it, Helena. With autotune

What would happen if someone else got their hands on it? Helena was sprinting, singing some Beatles song at the top of her lungs. I could hear the light melody echoing past the stacks, and wanted to laugh at how strange of a song choice it was. Helena sang until her lungs ached and she could sing no longer. The librarians already knew where she was, and they’d chase until they lost her.

"Helena, I don't like crowded places, remember?" "Asera's bar is small," I explained quickly, "And it's Monday, there will only be a few of us." “Do you really want to go sing?” He asked dumbfounded, "You?" "I’m a terrible singer, I know. But I love doing it... besides, I have to take my boy.” "Your boy, huh?" He looked at me smiling before nodding. "I've heard that several times today." “Really?” "Hey, there goes Helena's boy!" He said imitating a Hawaiian native, "Helena’s boy, stop falling into the water and bend those knees!"

“You’re just as much fun as I remember.” I forced my breathing to stay steady. “How did you do it?” I asked. “You were supposed to be locked up for a very long time.” Helena smiled. “Oh, you sweet, naive little girl.” Helena slid off the desk with the grace of a panther. She clicked her tongue, pacing in front of me like a predator enjoying the slow death of its prey. “I must say,” she mused, tapping her chin as if she were deep in thought, “I miss you and me, having our little heart-to-hearts. But you know I expected more from Alejandro. A real man would’ve made sure I never saw daylight again.”

"Hey, are you guys deaf?! Get me some water. My throat is dry!" "Alright lady" one maid rushed into the kitchen. "Oh my goddess these slouch are getting indolent" Helena fanned herself with her palm. "You can ask them more politely" Isa turned to her. She had no idea, If Helena is on swelter then why is she wearing this kind of clothes? Her crimson velvet dress was heavy and long. A high collar covers her long neck. But it opens at the chest and shows the cleavage of her full breasts. "don't tell me what to do" Helena ignored her.

Helena buried her face in both hands, trying to suppress the sound of her crying. “Forgive me, Duchess... Forgive me...” The words came out as little more than whispers, yet the guilt inside them echoed deeply. Helena clutched at her chest as though she could ease the pain in her heart with her own hands. “I promised I would protect you... I promised...” Her gaze turned hollow, staring at the floor without truly seeing it. “But I failed...”

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..."

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.