Hey Arnold X Helga Novels & Stories

Arnold said. “Dad, I don’t think it’s a good idea, I mean Arthur and Addison are celebrating their second anniversary. I do not want to steal the highlight from them.” Xavier orchestrated. “No, for me, my sons’ happiness is equal. I gave up the hope that one day, you’ll find someone and start fresh and I can’t be more happier when you chose your best friend and my favourite daughter-in-law, Adeline.” Arnold was beaming and it made me guilty.

Her nervous face seemed relieved. After seeing it, I started eating again. While chewing the juicy steak in my mouth, I suddenly remembered the girl with a mask. The one and only Magda. I stopped eating and leaned my back on my seat. I remembered that Magda is living in the village where Angela lives. The village is small so it's possible she knew the mystery woman. "Angela..." I called out. She looked at me and stopped eating. "Yes, Clark?" she asked. I took a deep breath and released it slowly.

But before Arnold could complete his sentence, the huge mahogany doors of the office flung open and in walked a tall woman wearing a turquoise sweater with white polka dots and a purple palazzo, her red high heels clicked on the floor and behind her the royal Delta, Vladimir floated in! The other two males' eyes widened. His head hit on the entrance. "Ow," he winced, making Arnold cringe. Then his body sunk a little lower but was still kept floating. He had an utter helpless look on his face. Xavier let out an aggravated sigh while Arnold tried to smother his laughter with a cough. Vlad glared at Arnold and then looked at Xavier pleadingly. Xavier stood up and greeted his aunt with a quick h

**Xavier's POV*** After listening to all Arnold said, I had every reason to believe that all what he just said were all lies. “You are such a devious liar!” I lashed out in anger. “Calm down, Xavier. I don't think Arnold's way is wrong. You should take this on good fate, and that is the fact that Arnold will surely help Melissa overcome her condition. “Witch, Emilia, these are all lies. He'll do anything to get close to Melissa, why can't you tell?”

"You sure? She'd be going up against my champion." Draven's voice didn't waver. "She's ready." On the far side of the field, Aeron sat on a frost-covered bench, a book open across his lap. He looked up just as she stepped into the ring. Their eyes met. He didn't speak. But he didn't have to. She knew what he was thinking. Keep in control. She didn't want to disappoint him. Helga walked across the ring, cracked her neck and sneered. "Better hope I don't mess up that pretty face," she called out, loud enough for everyone to hear. "Wouldn't want the Gamma losing interest in his little pet."

His face is blurry to me. His voice is muffled. I inhale as my eyes shut. Now too heavy to open. But a scent fills my nostrils, a family scent. I cling to it as I truly fall into oblivion. ---- Andrea Something soft is touching my face. Patting my cheek delicately. Andrea. Open your eyes. I don't want to though. I'm warm, comfortable. The softness continues to caress my face. Leaving tingles trailing it as it moves.

This time Dante punches him in the arm. "Anyhoo, slap my tits and call me Ethel cause here she comes" He whistles "Here girl, come on" Helena bounces in the door. "Sorry guys, this place is huge. I walked right passed and..." She looks at the nametag on Arlo's top "O.M.G!! Your name is Arlo!! I've been calling you Arnold. Why didn't you say anything??!!" He puts the balls of his palms, in his eye sockets in frustration.

Helga did not insist and simply gave her the wet cloth she had prepared, which Karen used to scrub her unfinished body parts. Later, her maid helped her out of the tub. However, when she tried to help her dry herself, Karen again insisted that she could do it herself. Nevertheless, she allowed her to dry her hair. Karen sat in front of the dressing table with a large mirror and let her comb her hair. Helga had just started to brush her hair when the door to the room suddenly opened and Xavier walked into the room. Her eyes and Xavier's met through the mirror. She noticed that Xavier looked as angelic as ever. His silvery black hair stayed in place, his clothes were neat, his body was tall an

"I never thought I'd live to see the day the proud Piano Prince would be on his knees serving us drinks." Helga's best friend, Maeve Sommer, took the glass, her hand brushing against mine. There was something odd in her gaze before she turned to Helga with a teasing smirk. "No wonder you dumped him, Hel. Even his touch feels worse now that he's out of prison." A sudden, sharp heat flared across my cheek. Helga had slapped me. I stared into her furious eyes, completely bewildered. Her jaw tightened as she glared. "Xavier, you even hooked up with my bestie?"

He'd moved out to live with Helga, and she had just gotten out of the shower. Gently, she called out, "Shawn." Helga was only covering her top with a bra and the rest of her body with a piece of a towel. Her hair was half-dried, and the air around her was refreshing. She huddled closer to Shawn and bent over, wrapping her arms around him. "It's late. Why are you still texting her?" Shawn froze and locked his phone. He turned around. Helga was inches away, trying to kiss him, but he dodged. Wiping the liquid off his cheek, he asked, "How about I blow-dry your hair?"