Helena Official Gacha Novels & Stories

“No,Queen.” “I haven’t had a lot of fun in a millennium.” She giggled like a child. “Whoever brings me the anomaly--the new sin-eater shall get a special gift of his or her own choosing.” The crowd went wild, Helena left. She had to warn Zac.

My services will be exclusive to Helena for seven days, or better, six. — Bruno. We turn a blind eye to flirting with customers and even getting involved with them because it generates financial return. - Gabriel explains. — Now an exclusive week for free… What is the advantage? What will you gain from this? —Good morning. Bruno turns, ignoring Gabriel’s questions, and finds the owner of the voice, Helena, entering the store. She wore a round floral dress, her hair loose, sneakers and was beautiful, according to Bruno’s eyes. But, that wasn’t quite the costume the boy expected Helena to wear today, which put a worry wrinkle in the middle of his forehead that decides to approach.

After some time, Helena flew over and stood together with the Cabellos. Helena glanced at Jay and the others before she asked, “What’s going on here?” Jay walked one step forward and said to Helena, “Eldest young mistress, they got a white token, equivalent to ten black ones. Apart from that, that woman even got a second-grade elementary spirited grass. Let’s take it from them!” His eyes were seemingly ablaze as he mentioned the token and spirited grass—both items were worth fighting for. “Young master, we found them first yet these people wanted to take them after we’ve gotten them!” Beth, Yule, and the others once again wore serious expressions on their faces when they saw that Helena had

she asked. "Exactly," Helma replied, taking the seat across from her. A small table with a few pieces of jewelry lay between them. Lia lifted her chin defiantly. "What is your offer then? Green Tassel Fragrances is about to drop their latest line. I am listening." The thrill of the hunt surged through Lia as Helma walked right into her web. "I want five hundred million," Lia declared. Helma did not even flinch. "Done." Lia's grip on her purse tightened. She also demanded a public apology.

Helena said seriously, “I’ll only be able to think of how I can conceive when I get to meet Charlie directly. As for the latter, I will think about it after I’m pregnant.” “Sigh!” The old queen lamented, “I don’t care anymore. You can figure it out for yourself...” After saying that, she suddenly remembered the auction. She could not help but mutter to herself, “It would be nice if I could have the opportunity to go to the auction for the Rejuvenating Pill. I could also help you ask Charlie when he would be free to come to Northern Europe, then...” Helena shook her head helplessly, and she was about to speak when her cell phone suddenly rang.

"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.

Helena swallowed before finally answering, “Athaleyah Galina.” For a moment, no one spoke. But Saihan’s body suddenly tensed. “She has red hair, green eyes, dark skin...” he said quickly, as though hoping the answer would be different. “Yes...” Saihan’s eyes widened. His breath caught. As if all the air around him had vanished in an instant. “Oh no... Leah... It’s you...” Saihan’s voice barely sounded more than a desperate whisper. Helena jolted. Kevin froze.

Julia's neck immediately turned red as she replied much louder, "I do not have such good luck. Something like being slept with by someone I do not like. Maybe you are more suitable." "Really? But you are still healthy and alive because of the money earned by selling me. So take it kindly and cherish every moment, okay?" Helena replied sullenly, "Is that something to be proud of?" Celeste chuckled back, "Nothing to be proud of? You all seem really happy to be selling me, right? At least you can continue being general manager, so don't make any comments when you're not in my position." "You—" Helena's face flushed with anger.

Helena's POV… Helena sat in the palace gardens, beaten and exhausted, sipping on a non alcoholic cherry blaze cocktail. She had spent the entire day searchIng for a pharmacy with zero success and was just about ready to abandon the search entirely. How could a pharmacy not exist in such a posh city? Did this mean that she had to accept the possibility of being pregnant? Lexy's phone began to ring and she answered through a mouthpiece that was attached to a headset. At first the conversation flew past Helena's ears but then she saw Lexy gasping, her eyes widening and her attention was captured.

The gesture made Helena blink in confusion before quickly looking at the screen. “What the hell is this?”