My Chemical Romance Game Helena นิยาย & เรื่องราว

When her hockey star husband demands an open marriage with another team manager and then fires and publicly humiliates her, pregnant Helena Callahan loses her job, home, and unborn child in one brutal night. Waking in the hospital, she finds her estranged first love and former neighbor, bad-boy enforcer Jarrett Brooks, at her bedside. He offers her a position as his team’s new manager and insists she also become his girlfriend. Still haunted by how he once shattered her heart and the tragedy that followed, Helena wants revenge, not romance. But saying no isn’t an option.

Or was she a member of the night wing pack itself. He watched her glide into the room, looking much more beautiful than any of the Women who were present. She wore No make up, but she was stunning, all natural and glowing. They all looked at her, green with envy. “Is she a Luna princess? I didn’t get her name in the book.“ The Beta who was announcing. Liam rose a brow at her wondering who exactly she was. “No she isn’t.” A female voice said. Liam turned and saw it was Luna Rachel. “She is a slave with traitor blood.”

Prim continued cleaning the table at maya't maya ang halik sa labi ni Ian tuwing nadadaanan niya ito para magbigay ng mga maruruming plates at baso. "Why do you look so gorgeous 24/7?" "Hay, nako... naiinlove ka na naman. Araw-araw nalang!" Prim laughed with her statement, but Ian responded with a kiss. The air around them shimmered with a quiet intimacy as Prim's laughter filled the space, a melodic echo that danced between them. Her joy was infectious, lighting up the room like a constellation of stars. But in that moment, Ian was drawn to the melody of her laughter, to the way her eyes sparkled with mirth.

Before everyone has to depart, I pull the eggs and bacon from the fridge, scramble as many eggs and bacon as I can. I shall therefore carry on with the introduction I began initially while I am cooking. I am Aurora Hilbert from the Crescent Rise pack. I am Alpha Jack Hilbert's second daughter; as you may know, I am a twin and also the reason behind my twin and mother's death as people would say. I am 19 years old, and I still can't change because of the punishment and beatings I receive here on a daily basis. Most of the time, all I really want is to go away from here and find my true mate, because this place is a prison where no one cares about me or loves me. I've received this treatment f

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.

“An Alpha who dares to leave his castle, noble blood who chooses to walk alone, and a man whose bond scent is empty.” I froze. She could smell it. No bond. No mate. No mark. Completely empty. “I am not interested in palace games,” I said coldly. “And I am not looking for a Luna.” “What a pity,” Helena replied lightly. “Because I am interested in you.” The words landed like a trap long prepared. “I offer you protection,” she continued. “Rest. And time to heal. As my guest.” “I do not…” “As my guest,” she repeated, firmer. “Not a prisoner.”

“Don’t! I’ll—“ Herlo’s face dropped against my shoulder in one quick motion and only when her canines graced my mating gland, did I realise what she was trying to do. Fuck. “Herlo!” My hands reached for her hips, flipping her over onto her back with a heavy thud. She grumbled in pain and looked at me with hooded eyes, polished with desire. I gripped her wrists, pinning them down right above her head before she could make another move. “Stop it.” Herlo took deep inhales. “Let me have this,” she said, very breathlessly. “Mine, Romare. MINE!”

The more the merrier, isn’t it? As they walked in through the entrance, many eyes followed their stride, not only was Helena dressed in a flashy yellow gown, she also went for the burgundy lip which drew attention to her pale fair skin. Graham didn’t challenge her at all, he was too focused on finding out the rest of her game plan to worry about something subtle as her provocative appearance. They made for the funeral room, just like as expected, all heads turned in Helena’s direction including her daughter Amelia. When she saw her, her chest tightened and tears threatened to flow out of her eyes.