Helena Rojo Age Novels & Stories

“He doesn’t love you either if he keeps running after every being and inviting them into his bed.” Helena laughed. “I never wanted Robos’ love and I never will. Why are you here Termla?” “Where are your children?” “I told you, I killed them already!” Termla watched Helena closely, the goddess’s face showed zero deception even though she was blatantly lying. 13 years ago Termla found of the children of Helena. Cleopoda. She was born as a princess to the Camelornian household. For years she watched over her until she began to suspect that Robos was suspicious of her movement. Knowing Robos and his intense hatred for the child of whom it was prophesied would be the death of him, including the s

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:

He cried. I turned to Old Grandpa. “I don't have the time to prove my innocence, Allen was the one that cheated, I caught him in bed with another woman…on my way back to report Allen I got involved in an accident…the man in the picture, he was the one that saved my life,” I defended. “Accident?” Allen scoffed. “If there was an accident we would have heard about it, you are Maria Rodriguez, who doesn't know you and besides you don't have a single scratch on your body.”

It's all I need. "Ain't I always fire though sweetheart?" "Of course you are darling, but this time you hit different, moaning another girl's name with me? Baby she better be fine!" Helena always had something to make me laugh, but she's not wrong. Helena is fire! She's the kind of lady you hit once and remember it for a life time. She has this black American coffee black shiny skin with her afro playful hair well displayed and braided perfectly. With round delicate eyes, she's like fine wine only for the experts.

(Helena Mendoza) Helena had did it once, and knowing that she were able to do it once again in a different country and setting it made her rather enthusiastic.

Her red silk robe shimmered under the chandelier light, her blond hair swept into a loose chignon, like she had just come from a champagne bath and a victory. "Helena," she said coolly. "Back already?" Helena removed her coat and tossed it over the nearest armchair with theatrical nonchalance. "Milan was starting to bore me. Fashion Week is just recycled ambition in couture. Besides—" she walked to the bar without waiting for an invitation "—I heard whispers. Our little arrangement is unraveling." Victoria crossed her arms but said nothing. Helena poured herself a generous glass of Syrah. “You told me everything was under control. But Luna Reyes is not dead, not broken, not vanished. She’s s

Sara’s other health problems were also left in the past. Sara grew into a beautiful young woman, with long black hair, long legs, and a full figure. Just like her mother, she never failed to attract attention wherever she went. Can you guess what profession Sara chose? She was studying plastic surgery and was quite a successful student. But for now, let’s go back to Magdalena. Magdalena… A young woman full of life, energy, hope, and sexual desire. The same woman who had committed horrific crimes, who had arranged for her lover to kill her husband, then killed her lover herself, dumped their bodies into a ravine, and burned them both.

She complimented, "He is quite a catch! He looks younger too!" "Um, that is probably because he is younger," Zia admitted. "He is still twenty-five." "But age does not matter," Clint chimed in. "Of course!" Helena agreed. She turned to Zia and said, "Your father is a year younger than me." Clint pulled Zia closer to him. He said, "Actually, Zia loves that I am younger. Right, Sweet Lips?" "Sweet Lips! Haha!" Helena laughed. "How cute!"

bloody they saw Helena at the balcony of her room gasping for air she was stabbed by Mira on her chest Ruth went to her got the knife from her chest and stabbed her again her last words were her son's name they heard a cry in the bathroom and saw little Andres, Adonis got his son while the two Mari and and Ruth buried Helena's lifeless body, as well as her parent's body at the back of the house of the old couple they made an oath not to tell anyone about the cruel murder that Mira did for the rest of their lives. "I-I'm sorry" Mrs. Santos kneeled in front of the son of her deceased sister "H-Helena is my mom and y-you killed her" to be continued...

“Uh, of course I do.” Helene looked at her. “You can’t possibly help her, and if you try, you’re doomed to fail. You haven’t even met her. You don’t even know about all her physical problems, much less her psychological problems.” “You’re right. I don’t. How old is Cecilia?” “She’s ten.”