Helena Lyrics Novels & Stories

Helena called Adrian on Saturday afternoon from her kitchen. She had been going over her Markov notes and found something she wanted to talk through and he was the person she called when she wanted to talk through things. He picked up on the second ring. Helena. I have a question about the second act. She said. The scene where she finds the letters. I keep thinking Elena wants something underneath the anger but I cannot find the word for it. Grief. He said. Not for the person. For the version of them she thought existed.

She laughed again before wrapping her arms around my neck carelessly. “At least tonight was entertaining with you,” she whispered against my ear. I smirked slightly but my mood darkened again remembering Niara rejecting me repeatedly. Helena noticed immediately. “You’re still angry?” she asked lazily. “That bitch embarrassed me,” I snapped quietly. “In front of everyone.” Helena rolled her eyes. “She’s probably trying to get attention.” “No,” I muttered coldly. “Something’s wrong.” Helena gently touched my face. “Relax,” she whispered sweetly. “She’s still obsessed with you. That girl would die for you.”

Baby–shaq-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu baby Sha. Helena began to sing. I watched her do her motherly thing. And I learned. A few rhymes wouldn't kill. or squeeze the Billionaire out of me. I thought. She sang the song a few times and fell asleep again. The babies were still awake. I had to be awake. One of us had to be awake for them and that was me. Helena was already exhausted. I went over to the bed and pulled out the comforter and placed it over her body. She adjusted herself perfectly into it and continued to sleep.

he murmured. Helena smiled, tilting her chin up. "And you’re playing right into it." His hold on her tightened as they moved in sync. "What do you really want, Helena?" She gazed up at him, her expression unreadable. "You." Kenzo’s breath hitched, but before he could respond, the song ended. Helena pulled away first, her lips curling into a knowing smirk. "Goodnight, Kenzo." And with that, she walked away, leaving him standing there, fists clenched.

It's all I need. "Ain't I always fire though sweetheart?" "Of course you are darling, but this time you hit different, moaning another girl's name with me? Baby she better be fine!" Helena always had something to make me laugh, but she's not wrong. Helena is fire! She's the kind of lady you hit once and remember it for a life time. She has this black American coffee black shiny skin with her afro playful hair well displayed and braided perfectly. With round delicate eyes, she's like fine wine only for the experts.

Helena said, and for some reason she still had that irritating smirk on her face. “What the fuck are you up to?” I questioned again. “I drugged you and made you to have to best night of your life. You should be grateful, you silly child” Helena said. She was glaring at me, a glare that I was all too familiar with. “How could you do that?” I asked, my voice lowered. Yes, I knew Helena could be mean and manipulative but I never expected her to stoop this low. “The question should be, why should I not do that?” She replied tauntingly.

Something she can’t tell anyone. That night after Alex left the prom hall. Helena goes and cry in the park. She cried alone with no one seeing her. She just wants to hide from everyone and vent all her grief. But the melodic sound of music with a romantic feel greets her ears. Helena was afraid that someone might see her, and then she wiped away her tears. She looked back, but there was no sign of anyone there. Then Helena searched for where the music came from. Curiosity again brought her feet to the gym room. Helena is too curious about people playing music in the music room whereas there is a better place for it.

She tried to resist, jerking her arm free, but her strength was no match. Helena , the woman who once made the city tremble, was dragged through the ballroom, her crimson gown trailing behind her like a bloody shroud. The doors opened, and the night swallowed her whole. For the first time in her life, Helena had been silenced.

Helena slowly sat up, unaccustomed to how weightless she felt and traced the soft clouds she was lying on with curious fingers. "Where am I?" She whispered as she looked around, searching for anything that was not fluffy whiteness, but found nothing. ~You are in my domain, Helena~ The musical voice she had heard before, said and she searched for where it was coming from but was unable to pinpoint a location. ~I am everywhere and nowhere~ "How is that possible?" She asked with disbelief as she clambered to her feet, the softness of the cloud making it difficult to find her balance. "Who are you?"

I told myself it was the wind, not the hot burn of something humiliating creeping up my throat. He hesitated, Lyra. Of course he did. I squeezed the railing harder, desperate for anything, be it pain or any other form of therapy or emotionsl to block our what I was feeling right now. “You look lost.” The voice slid behind me like silk dipped in venom. I didn’t need to turn, I knew who it was. Helena. I turned anyway. She stood at the balcony entrance, arms folded, dress clinging to her like she’d never known imperfection. Her braid was sleek, her posture elegant, but her eyes… her eyes were sharp enough to slit a throat.