Helena #mcr Lyrics Novels & Stories

The monster had only been sleeping. But Renata… so young, her son’s girlfriend’s closest friend. How could he? Helena sank into the wicker chair on the terrace, one hand pressed over her mouth to stifle the sob rising in her throat. Tears pooled at the corners of her eyes, but she fought them back fiercely. Not yet. No blind rage. She had to think clearly—for Cedric, for Selly, to stop this before it destroyed everything. With shaking fingers, she typed a reply:

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.”

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.

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..."

Lena's POV. I hummed a sweet, melodious tune as I walked down from the market with a bag of groceries in my hand. I couldn't get his voice out of my mind. I was excited. Too excited. He promised to marry me, he promised to make me his Luna. And even as I silently flung open the door, I could hear his voice in my head. Literally. “Yes! oh god! Yes! Come on, fuck the shit out of me” a loud moan snapped me out of my head. I froze looking straight ahead at the couch.

Her steps muffled by the soft carpet, she walked to the stairs. "Yes... oh God, yes... right there..." Helena froze, her hand gripping the banister. That voice. That wasn't the TV. "You like that, baby?" Micheal's voice, thick with desire. "Tell me you're mine." "I'm yours... always yours... unlike that pathetic… ahh!" No. No, no, no. Helena's legs moved of their own accord, carrying her up the stairs even as her mind screamed at her to stop, to turn around, to not see what she knew she was about to see.

I had nothing to loose so why caving when Helena wasn’t obviously not going to cave in so easily? Helena stooped down, her fingers curling around a thick branch half-buried in the dirt. Straightening up, a chilling smile spread across her face as she took a deliberate step forward. “Still not talking?” she murmured, her voice low and venomous. “When you can’t walk after tonight, just remember—you chose this.”

"Boring people check the details. Boring people don't leave escape pods unguarded. Boring people win wars while the heroes are busy making speeches." The Mammoth - Command Deck Inside the warm, humming belly of the train, the mood was tense. Helena sat hunched over the comms station, headphones pressed to her ears. Her fingers flew across the keyboard, decoding bursts of static. "I've got it," she announced, spinning her chair around. "Another broadcast on the encrypted channel. It's... efficient." "Play it," Tristan said, climbing down the ladder into the cabin. Helena pressed a key. The voice was cool, smooth, and utterly devoid of inflection. It sounded like glass sliding over velvet.

She didn't want to hear his ugly voice anymore. “Monster,” her throat felt heavy and tears welled her eyes, blurring her vision. “You are right Elijah, You and your father along with those two bitches and my own father, you all are nothing but monsters!” Helena swallowed the thickness in her throat and wiped her tears harshly from her eyes. “I won't cry again. My time to shed tears is over. Now you all will cry, you all are going to feel the same pain and humiliation I felt seven years ago, Elijah. You all think you are untouchable monsters. I will bring my own monster to fight you. I will bring a monster bigger and more dangerous than you all. He will take my revenge. He will bring peace to

Erica cried, lurching forward. I found her hand and squeezed it with the little strength I had left. “It’s alright, baby. I’ve handled worse.” “You’ve never had your body try to unmake you!” “There’s a first time for everything,” I tried to smile. Marcus snorted from the doorway. “Making jokes on your deathbed. You really are cracked in the head.” “It’s part of my charm.” I turned back to Helena. “Do it.” She loaded the silvery liquid into a long syringe. “Last chance.”