Helena #mcr Lyrics Novels & Stories

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.

Helena sniffed, pinning her brother with a lethal glare as she moved to stand toe to toe in front of him, her voice remained chillingly soft, “But don’t you dare interfere again. Either help me beat the crap out of his worthless bitch or tuck your dick between your legs like a fucking pansy and go home. Your choice.” Helena step sided her brother then moved to stand before me, the snide smile on her face lent her silhouetted features a more devious aura as she dropped herself to sir squarely on my chest, watching me with a soft smile that didn’t reach her empty eyes. She reached forward and slowly parted the disheveled strands of hair on obstructing my face. “Don’t you have any more snarky c

“You can't escape me, I won't let you leave me, Helena Perez. You are the permanent resident of my dark world now. You have no idea what it means to carry my name.” Helena fisted her hands on her side but didn't show up what was running inside her. Her whole system was messed up. “I will leave your world, one day, Evan. I will.” She said determined. Tears gathered at the corners of her eyes as Helena looked into his eyes, not thrashing in his hold this time. But she blinked them back. She won't let him play with her even with his elusive words. But her heart turned cold as his lips curved into a very dangerous smile and He cupped her face before leaning onto it close. Very close that He coul

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.

"I just think we need to find a song that actually benefits us all." "Yeah, I guess that's fair." Olivia muttered. "Should we do something unexpected?" Hendrix asked. "No, that's too much of a risk." JT shook his head. "So something more classic?" Raquel. "Well we also don't want to be boring." I reminded them. "Uma can you please say something?" JT questioned. She took a deep breath and finally looked up. "We're doing Helena." "We-" "I'm not done. Helena, our special rendition. Heavy on the keyboard. Oli, I want you to go crazy on the drums. Hendrix, babe I need you on background vocals. Guitar and bass are already prominent as all hell."

"Oh, God..." “We are very good at this.” I agreed moving my fingers towards her clit to caress it “So good...” I pushed more insistently, feeling her vaginal walls contracting around me and catapulting me toward my own release. I couldn't deny the fact that this conversation was out of place because of what we were doing while we had it, but what could I say, we were like that and that was the important thing. Helena was my drug, my salvation. She was everything to me.

“The tracking feed just uploaded an alert from a shielded frequency,” I muttered, my thumbs flying across the dashboard unit of my mobile locker. I stared at the lines of text burned into the screen, my wolf locking up as the phrasing finalized. ‘Helena is gone. I am executing her final directive to scatter her ashes across the deep glacial shelf. My spirit carries a profound regret for the structural agony my line has brought to your porch. I am completely sorry. I will surrender every trading rights title and lineage asset my name possesses inside Mysticfall as a complete atonement.

"Shouldn't you be in the comms room? We have three days before we march into the apocalypse." Helena climbed up the maintenance ladder, clutching a datapad to her chest. She wore oversized mechanic’s coveralls that swallowed her small frame, her silver-blue hair tied back with a piece of wire. She looked less like a princess and more like a scavenger, but her eyes were sharp.

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.”

Helena picked up her suitcases and, before stepping into the elevator, approached Marcelo and hugged him. "I'll send you my new address as soon as I find a place to stay, okay?" Helena whispered in Marcelo's ear. He hugged her back tightly. "Take care, Helena. And don't hesitate to call me if you need anything." She nodded gratefully, and with one last look at her brother, she entered the elevator. Marcelo watched the elevator doors close, unable to stop his sister from leaving. Helena was determined to forge her own path, even if it meant leaving her old life behind. Marcelo knew that things would never be the same.