Helena Rojo Age Novels & Stories

The finest hair on Helma’s face could be seen under the ultra-high-definition lens, but her beauty was still impeccable. Alan adjusted the camera angle and turned on the lights. As he stared at the person on the screen in the best possible shooting environment, he was mesmerized. Helma was 24 years old, but she looked about 18 or 19. Now that the makeup routine emphasized youthfulness, she looked about 16 or 17 after she was done. Helma teased Alan, “What do you think? Do you have a feeling of first crush?” The youth blushed. “Yes.”

Helena was Dante’s younger sister who lived close to their residence. She drives her own car so she brought Estela and the others with her since she would also be watching. She was invited as one of the guests. She held a position in the Alumni Association of the school and a board member of their province, belonging to the Committee on Tourism, Arts and Culture. “Ma’am Tara, Ma’am Cecilia, would you like to get your makeup done as well?” “Oh? I think I’m alright.. What about you Tita?” Tara still knew how to do makeup on herself decently.

Gianna and the driver excused themselves too. "Hi" Helena said once again, with the same pretty smile splattered on her face. She hadn't changed, she looked pretty as ever, her brunette hair styled in a bun, a red lipstick plastered prettily on her lips, she was styled in a red short gown which rested dangerously just above her knees, matching it with a black louboutin.

There's going to be a pleasant surprise that'll put Helena in an even tighter spot. On top of that, Yori is eager to reveal Helena's identity. Despite her seemingly innocent and simple demeanor, he believes she is not what she appears to be. Yori sees Helena as a cunning woman. She's good at positioning herself and using others to achieve her goals. When she thought about the photo of her lover chatting away with Helena, even though it was just a photo, Yori felt a rush of jealousy.

“Doon’t…” Sandro chuckled and looked at her from up to down. “Today, I am going to taste every inch of your body, Isabel Ruiz.” “Don't you dare touch her!” Helena snarled from behind as she struggled to free herself from that goon’s hands but received another slap on her face. Gina turned to Helena. “Raven, She is getting on my nerves now. Make sure she remains silent.”

Helena asked with a sly smile. Termla snared at Helena. Beneath her cool, deceiving surface she could see the fear in her eyes even though she was trying her best to keep her emotions away from her face. Helena’s last retort had hit a sore spot and the bitch knew that, the sly smile on her face said it all. Robos and Termla had had a flitting affair that Helena found out about and put a stop to and since then, because of her love for Robos Termla had sworn herself to eternal celibacy until she discovered she was pregnant for Robos and she had to reverse her oath to celibacy.

Chander's sudden interruption brought her back. "Miss Hila, let me help you take care of the other eleven." She didn't feel light headed or drunk anymore. "Why would you help me? You are in no position to gain anything from their deaths and if you are, just shut it and consider yourself lucky that your competition just got lower." She took off the robe and was left covered by a tiny sleeveless navy blue dress that barely covered even half her thighs. The pair of linen dolphin shorts of the same color loosely swayed as she moved towards him.

She was on auto drive; she wasn’t thinking about her research project or what books she needed for her thesis. All Helena could think of was her weekend at a certain David’s house while his wife was out of town. A smile began to creep across her face thinking about all the details of the week end, particularly the night time activities. Helena was born brunette. She had light brown auburn hair that was naturally wavy and hints of red reflected in the sunlight. But ever since she was twelve she had been dying her hair blonde, learning to perfect her makeup and waves and finding contacts that brought out the blue in her eyes.

It took a bit of time before I could get rid of the ladies and their questions, the party was still in full swing and I could see Ricardo talking and mingling with people, he was smiling so brightly that it took my breath away. "He is so handsome, isn't he?" A female voice said beside me. I turned to find that it was a blonde lady, she looked so beautiful. She was dressed in a black short dress and had her hair packed in a high bun, she wasn't using any make-up, just her red lipstick. "Who are you?" I asked, really curious to know who this woman is. "Helena Lock, I was supposed to marry your husband," She said with an innocent smile and an extended hand.

Helena rolled her eyes and take a quick sip on her tea before shifting her eyes at me. "I have a really weird question for you, Selena" she started. "I hope you don't mind to hear it" Caught off guard, I blink at her unsure what to say. Weird question? What does supposed to mean? "Helena" Nicolai stop her. "Sure, I don't really mind" I said. She smiled and flip the bangs of her hair showing off the diamond earrings that glistening from the natural light that went passed through the wall length glass window.