Helga Locket Novels & Stories

Wasn't that so? Meanwhile, Karenina watched Helga through the mirror as she tied the straps of her dress and saw that she hesitated and felt that her hands stopped moving. "Helga?" she asked after a full minute of silence, anxiety making her heart race. Her fingers moved again, Helga's answer very tentative. "Of course. It must be you, Luna Karenina. I can smell the scent of betrothal on you, even if only faintly. I haven't heard any news among the members of the pack or in the pack house itself, so I'm not sure if it's widely known."

“Take them.” Miss Lena walked forward on shaky knees and pressed her hands forward to grab the two tiny boxes. The texture under her fingertips was rich, polished — something that seemed… delicate and powerful at once. Miss Lena turned the small box over in her hands. “…What… what are these?” “Love lockets.” The voice was firm and brief. “Your instructions are simple. Give these to Cassiel and Julian… and make sure… make sure… they wear them on their necks.” Miss Lena pressed the two small boxes against her chest. “…How… how will I…?”

Now, the news of the Rejuvenating Pill had started to spread within the top circles in the United States, and it was waiting to be fermented. Charlie replied with a thank you. Just after the message was sent, he received another text message from Helena, asking him: [Mr. Wade, was my performance okay just now?] Charlie replied: [Yes, your performance was perfect.] Helena asked again: [Then, did you see my brooch?] Charlie replied: [I saw it. It was beautiful.] Helena replied: [This brooch was left behind by my grandmother. It happens to be a leaf shape, and as for the letters on it, I glued it on by hand with diamonds.]

Both her hands were still wrapped loosely around Zean's waist, a sign that even in her sleep, she refused to move away. However, in the middle of that peaceful dawn silence, there was one object that slowly slipped from beneath the folds of the blanket and gleamed faintly under the remaining moonlight, an ancient necklace with a small silver box pendant that had hung around Helga's neck since she left her father's house. Zean, whose eyes were still awake staring into the darkness, glanced toward the necklace. The man reached out his large fingers, touching the cold metal carefully so as not to wake Helga, who was fast asleep.

Helen's POV I woke late in the morning with a pleasant ache between my legs and the memory of his body against mine still fresh in my mind. After breakfast, I spent the day exploring more rooms in the manor. In one of the upstairs drawers, I found a beautiful silver locket. It did not belong to my parents. I was certain of that. Inside was a small portrait of a dark-haired woman and a lock of hair. The locket felt heavy with history. When night finally fell, I waited for him by the tall window in the master bedroom. Moonlight bathed the room in silver. The moment the house grew dark and quiet, his cool presence surrounded me.

My boots made no sound against the smooth concrete as I moved down the narrow hallway. The heavy circular vault door was open three inches. A pale yellow glow spilled out onto the dark floorboards outside. I pushed the door open with the toe of my boot and stepped into the freezing, dry air of the vault. Helena was standing at the far end of the third rack. She wasn't wearing her usual gray work shirt; she had on a heavy wool coat, and her leather satchel was slung over her left shoulder. She had a small brass torch wedged between her teeth, casting a narrow beam of light onto a open metal tray. Her gloved fingers were moving fast, pulling specific glass vials out of the steel slots and sett

The bond still lingered faintly inside him. Weak. Fragile. But there. He could still feel her. Which meant this was wrong. “She cannot be dead,” Roberto whispered. The necklace around Elena’s throat suddenly glowed faintly beneath the water still clinging to her skin. The doctor noticed immediately. His face paled. “My lord…” Roberto looked up slowly. The older man hesitated before speaking carefully. “There are legends about the necklace.” “Speak.” The room seemed to darken around them. The doctor glanced nervously toward the cracked pendant resting against Elena’s collarbone.

I locked the door and sat down on the floor, my head in my hands while I stared into space thinking of my next move. Was I going to meet up with a shaman for this? Did I need to hire a witch because I cannot imagine that all of my reputation was going down the drain because I met one woman and fell in love with her. Oh shit, did I just think of Love? No, there was no way the almighty Jeff had fallen in love with anybody. A knock came on the door as I got to my feet and opened it immediately to see Helga standing there. She had on a transparent wire night gown which did little to hide her body.

Claire held her breath as Ethan lifted the lid, revealing its contents. Inside was a small, delicate pendant—a heart-shaped locket made of silver, with a deep red stone set in the center. The locket was old, its surface slightly worn, but still beautiful. It was clearly well-loved, well-worn, and yet it retained a certain elegance that spoke of a time long past.

Axton then put the beautiful necklace around Helena's neck while lifting her hair slightly. "Axton? Are you serious? Where did you get this beautiful necklace!?" Helena asked happily, her eyes sparkling at the beautiful necklace that Axton put on her neck. "This necklace belongs to my mother, a sacred and expensive necklace that only our kingdom has. This necklace is second to none because the diamonds on this necklace were made by people from Ancient Greece long ago. My mother once said if I have found the woman I love, I must put this on the woman who will accompany me in this kingdom forever," explained Axton while holding Helena's shoulders and leaning his head on her shoulders. Helena,