Helena Rojo Age Novels & Stories

Helena was in her chamber being treated to lunch by the maids when her mother walked in. "Queen Mother…" The maids in the room bowed in courtesy. Selena focused her gaze on her daughter. "Good morrow, mother." Helena said, rising to her feet. Her dark hair was braided in crown braids, and she was wearing a yellow gown with a slit running from her feet up to her knees. "You look horrible, Helena." Selena's face became etched with worry when she gazed at her daughter's face from a close range.

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 replied, going along with every single one of Charlie's decisions as she always did. With that, they headed to the ballroom, with Helena sending away her retainers so that she could converse freely. Smiling at Vera, she asked, "What would you prefer, Veron? How about orange juice?" Vera smiled faintly but pointed at Helena's glass of red wine. "I'm fine with that." "You're already of age?" Helena quickly asked. "The legal drinking age here is eighteen, and low-alcohol content beverages at that." Vera nodded, her large eyes sparkling clearly as she looked at Helena with a faint smile. "Don't worry. I'm definitely eighteen."

Elena POV I woke with a dreaded feeling of guilt. I had to make it up to Tyler and for fuck's sake I needed forget about Ryker's large hands on my body. "I love his tender touch, sweet kisses, and loving eyes. I do not want to be groped with rough hands or kissed with a dominating tongue or feel his large hard -" "Oh Princess, I didn't mean to interrupt you. It's almost time for breakfast and I wanted to get your hair ready." Helena said. She was an older woman in her fifties and had been my head maid since birth.

Helena wanted to ask, but maybe this was their special privacy. After a long time, Selena finally spoke up, "Yes, she is my twin, just like you, she is my sister," said Selena. "She's your sister," Selena said again. Helena nodded, it was normal to get surprises in her life. Helena only had to accept the circumstances and fate. "Why didn't I know? And where is Silvana now?" Helena asked. "Is she still alive? If she is, I want to meet her, I want to see if she really looks like you or not," said Helena.

But if the Dark Child was the daughter of Estelel to Jilroid and she was her daughter to that means the Dark Child is her sister and Margarette was her aunt. “What do you want from me, Ánië?” She asked as memories of her past were brought back to her. “We only got one fragment of the Nromais.” “Don’t worry. I really don’t need them. Simple. I want the Hristoax that Estelel gave me.” “The Hristoax? But that’s mine!” “You stole it from me!” “Liar! You greedy woman!” She won’t hand the damn thing down. Ánië made three strides and was in front of her in a second; she curled her hands on her neck and choked her to death. “Give me the Hristoax.”

Helena is a frank and direct person, she says what she wants to say: "Maria, your daughter Selena's appearance is the most beautiful in the nearby towns. Oh, it's a shame that my son Alberto, he is three years younger than Selena, from Otherwise I would have tried every means to turn Selena into Alberto's wife…" She has a daughter and a son. Her youngest son is only ten years old, three years younger than Selena, he plays wildly every day and never thinks about anything like that.

I smiled and re-pressed the beautiful picture of Hector's mom, she looked like it and even their lips were single but Hector was mixed and bloody american so she was so handsome. "How many years did Hector's mother die?" I asked, and rubbed his cheek in his picture. "Helena was 26 when she died and we have Hector when she was 17 and I was 22, too young but drunk in love I guess," it was fun to keep an eye on her love story with Hector's mom. "Hahaha," I laughed in conjunction with her and she reached me again with another picture from her wallet. "This is Helena and Hector, Hector was 8 years old there," he said.

"Princess Brianna, when is your seventeenth birthday?" Helena asked me. I counted briefly, if now is the month of July, it means five months to December. “In five months. On the fourth of December, I will be seventeen years old. " I'm waiting for an answer from Helena. What other reality will surprise me this time? “Dad, five months isn't a long time. Will she be ready? " Said Helena to Luby. Ah, so she is the daughter of that big man.

I hated that I needed Leon to prove himself to me, but after everything I had survived—Caden’s lies, Dahlia’s betrayal, even death in another life—how could anyone expect me to blindly trust again? I forced the doubt down as Helena changed the subject. Her face lit up again as if we didn’t just discuss a topic so gloomy. “How far along are you now?” she asked warmly, smiling wide. “You look really close to the end. You must be really excited.” “I really can’t wait.” Her tone steadied me a little, and managed to return a faint smile. “I’m eight months along now. So, I’ve only got two months left to go.”