Helena Ravenclaw Actress Novels & Stories

I said nothing. Helena turned back to me, her smile still in place. "You remind me of someone, Nova James. Someone I used to know. She had the same eyes. The same way of standing. Like she was waiting for the other shoe to drop." A pause. "She's dead now." "Alice Lean," I said. It wasn't a question. Helena's smile didn't waver. "You've done your homework." "I read the campus paper." "Did you?" Helena moved closer, her perfume wrapping around me like a net. "That’s surprising, people don’t usually care about stuff like that….” She said while walking toward me. “Alice was an Angel…."

He was wondering. "Mia is known to be a young company owner and she's got a lot of estates and the sorts and her family are quite unknown. She blocked that. As for Lilah, she's got just a sister, Chloe by name" Chelsea revealed "What do you gain by going through their profile?" Rex asked "I don't like her. Yesterday, Luca approached her. He is fascinated by her beauty" Chelsea sighed. She walked away from there abruptly. "She can't be Raven. Raven doesn't have so much money and if she is Raven, why did she let my brother attack her sanctuary?" Carly worried over it.

Leo reached for me with his hands, his own eyes flashing Scarlett rushed in from a corner. “They cannot hide much longer!” She yelled, her voice shaking. “Those pups are too strong. I hope rogues will not find them out any time soon Then… as if Scarlett’s words called the devil, I smelled danger before I saw the harbinger. Cassandra. She walked in without knocking, feeling proud as usual, her dress looking too fancy for the ‘dirty Omega quarters’ I was. Her sharp eyes were flipping around the room until they stopped on the cribs.

"She has shown herself to be in need of much tutelage." "As have you," Helena said. "Though I am not opposed to taking on your luna, Your Highness. Perhaps this one may be to standard." Adolph refrained from laughing as Basil gawked, and Gavin flushed with fury. He hadn’t known that she and Olivia had not gotten along, but he wasn’t surprised. Helena was protective of the royal children as she’d had a fair hand in raising them. Raven may not think of Helena’s lessons fondly, but she adored the woman for her cunning. Lady Helena was also a member of Raven’s pack.

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. “You are nothing but a clown I raised. You will die worthless and nobody will think you ever existed, not me, not even Dominic,” Elaine fumed at me with a knife in her hand. I pulled back breathing rapidly. She launched at me, screaming furiously, and I ran in any direction, my heart throbbed and my hands trembled. She was a few inches from thrusting the weapon at me when I tripped on my feet and fell to the ground.

She seems to be scrolling on her phone, earbuds in. She has no idea what's going on. I don't even know how Raven convinced her to be so calm. I expected the two to crash once Fiona woke up. Helena leans in and her breath catches sharp. She stares at the screen with narrowed eyes,searching for any sign of a trick. I see the relief flash across her when she realises that Fiona is safe before she masks it with a scowl. Fiona is indeed her weakness, her soft spot in this whole rotten game.

Draven sat at the head of the table, Damien and his wife to his right, Helena to his left. Helena’s eyes had not left Damien’s wife since the moment they sat down. She leaned forward, her sharp gaze fixed on her. “You look… familiar,” Helena said slowly, her voice holding suspicion. “I cannot place it, but I swear I have seen your face before.” The young woman smiled, unbothered by the woman hovering around her like a predator watching its prey before devouring it. “I’m not a face easily forgotten,” she raised her head, locking eyes with Draven. Their eyes sending clear messages. “No matter how hard they try.”

She emerged from under het cloak, revealing herself. Lucas frowned at Rafaela. “Sorry, prince, I interrupted your conversation, but Helena is a good witch, she is indeed looking for the whereabouts of the soul of prince Axton.”

He asked, “I’m dressed up as a maid but still my height and physical features are difficult to ignore. So, witch Ciara cast a spell to give me a temporary appearance of a young girl. Now the question is, how did you recognize me, Helena?”