My Chemical Romance Game Helena Novels & Stories

Helena said "They are not really mates. She is my beloved. He did something to trick her into believing they were mates," I growled "They are mates, King Lestat. They have the most powerful mate bond in the world. They will only become stronger," Helena said "That's not true," I replied "You can deny it all you want, but deep down, you know it's true. If you really want her then you need to feed her that potion before it's too late," Helena said

I strolled over to where Helena stood and gazed at the little woman before me. I do wonder who her mate is, was he ever angry that he was bonded to a small-sized lady? “Congratulations, Luna Elena,” she teased. This lady sounds like another Melsa and Glacia. “Thank you,” I replied. “You’re the luckiest woman, Alpha Xander is every girl’s dream. You should count yourself among the luckiest people on earth!” She rattled. “Stop flattering me,” I chuckled and sipped the wine offered to me. “Ah–ha, Juliet is coming,” Helena said, looking over my shoulder.

Dangerous. He opened his eyes, a dark gleam settling there. If Helena wanted a game, she’d chosen the wrong opponent. Helena, in her car, replayed Damian’s words in her head: “I know exactly what I like and it can never be you.” A lesser woman might have been wounded, might have retreated. But Helena? She savored rejection almost as much as she savored conquest. Damian thought shutting her out would end the matter. How naive. The more he resisted, the more determined she became.

“You won’t implicate me? Haha…! Haven’t you implicated me already? The Hunt family hates me so much and many of the young masters who like you also hate me. I’m now a public enemy!” Helena could not control her smile at Fane’s complaint as she pompously replied, “Well, I can’t help it, I’m just that pretty. I’m sure many young masters dream of being mistaken as my boyfriend.” “Fine. Take this, and I’ll think of this as karma from my past life.” Eyeing the woman on the ground, he flipped his hand and took a healing pill out before throwing it to Helena. “What’s this?” Helena looked at Fane suspiciously. “Let me tell you this: don’t think about feeding me some strange medication. I, Helena Cab

she said as she cut her egg, the gooey yolk spilling out and oozing all over the meatloaf below it, like an ochre waterfall. “You’re familiar with her antics then?” “This wouldn’t be the first time she’s lost it on someone,” Ava replied as she took a bite of her odd meal. “But it’s not surprising.” “What do you mean?” “Ohhhh, you don’t know?” Ava asked. “No,” I replied with a shake of my head. Ava then looked around us, as if sure no one was around or listening. “Helena is in love with Prince Damien.” “Helena? But isn’t she his cousin?” I asked, my stomach turning as well as my brain hit with a zap of shock.

Low chandeliers cast flickering light over the crowd, and the music pulsed in a haunting rhythm, a heartbeat for the night’s sinister undercurrent. From the shadows, I scanned the room, my gaze sharp and calculating. It didn’t take long to spot her—Helena, standing near the edge of the dance floor, her red dress a beacon amidst the sea of blacks and silvers. We’d chosen that dress for a reason. She was the bait, and Dante wouldn’t be able to resist.

She laughed again before wrapping her arms around my neck carelessly. “At least tonight was entertaining with you,” she whispered against my ear. I smirked slightly but my mood darkened again remembering Niara rejecting me repeatedly. Helena noticed immediately. “You’re still angry?” she asked lazily. “That bitch embarrassed me,” I snapped quietly. “In front of everyone.” Helena rolled her eyes. “She’s probably trying to get attention.” “No,” I muttered coldly. “Something’s wrong.” Helena gently touched my face. “Relax,” she whispered sweetly. “She’s still obsessed with you. That girl would die for you.”

Dressed in her usual all-black ensemble, with her sharp eyes and sharper wit, Helena doesn’t look like someone who plays by anyone else’s rules, not even Ramon’s. I still don’t quite know what to make of her. She’s a mystery wrapped in layers of deflection and sarcasm. But there’s no denying her loyalty to Ramon. From what I’ve gathered, their connection goes back centuries, back to a time when Ramon wasn’t the composed, strategic Vampire Lord he is now. Helena rarely talks about her past, but I’ve picked up pieces of her story over time. She was human once, a noblewoman, married to a man who didn’t deserve her. Gus, her husband, was a charming manipulator, a man who masked his cruelty with

Until Helena… Helena was born of the gods, beautiful, strong-willed, and proclaimed to be the wife of Robos when she came of age. Her red hair and startling blue eyes were what drew her to men. She was known among her peers as most beautiful. She was also known as a very strong young woman. The occupants of Mount Kpamos celebrated rituals and festivals just like men on earth. There were shooting events, where arrows were used by participants to either shoot a target or hunt for a prized animal, there were races with obstacles which gods were supposed to overcome without using their powers, there were beauty contests in which both males and females were to showcase their beauty in the presenc

He asked raising an eyebrow. Nymeria looked at Helena, she nodded. Unsaid communication passed between the two women. "Helena is an Alpha, from a very powerful pack and she loves you. You two have always been close, so my offer is that you marry Helena, declare her as your Luna and keep the half breed as your mistress." Vasilios blinked, then he looked at Helena. "I am ready to accept your mistresses, Vasilios," she said as if he would readily agree to this ridiculous offer.