My Chemical Romance Game Helena Novels & Stories

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

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.

"Mom, your own boots can advance to his den if your pride desires it, but my frame will never submit to his face! My soul utterly loathes Chika Whitmore! He holds zero right to be called my blood brother!" Helena’s features turn completely black with a storm of suppressed emotions, her eyes flashing with a terrifying, hidden secret. Her mouth slides open as if her tongue is on the verge of spitting a devastating truth into the room, but her throat manually swallows the words back down into the dark. Her lips could not bring themselves to reveal to my ears that Chika was not truly a biological member of our bloodline. Suppressing her panic, Helena reassures my position, stating, "Cease your f

He hesitated in the doorway. “I’ll be right back.” I gave a small nod. He left, and the room sank into stillness. For a moment, I just sat there. Everything felt suspended. No contracts. No press. Just truth, raw and uninvited. And then… another sound. The door opened again. But it wasn’t Damian. Helena stepped inside like she’d never left. Cream coat, red lipstick, not a hair out of place. The same expression she always wore, like she already knew how the game would end.

“But some things in this city are bigger than you can imagine. And I’m one of them.” Helena took a step back, breathing deeply to try to steady her senses. “We’ll see.” She turned and left the bar with quick steps, aware that Dante’s predatory gaze followed her until the last second, burning her back as if she had been branded with hot iron. Dante remained in the same spot, watching the door close. Silence returned to "The Rusty Bolt," but the air would never be the same for him again. The internal conflict, the battle between his pack’s duty and the overwhelming desire for the human, had just begun its first and most dangerous chapter. He knew that casual encounter was the spark that would

This woman had always been a nightmare, a selfish demon that burned down anything she felt like, leaving nothing but grime and ash in her wake. Helena pouted, almost as if to mock me, before reaching out and playfully snatching my drink from me. She took a sip, infecting the booze with her filth, and set the glass back down on the table. Then she pushed the glass toward me, but I pushed it back away. I wasn’t going to touch that thing with a ten-foot pole. “You’re so mean, bubsie. What’d I do to make you so angry?” Helena cooed, batting her fake eyelashes at me.

Helena began to say excitedly, "Show him with sex what your mouth shuts, although you could also continue using your mouth on him, if you know what I mean...” "I think we all know what you mean,” Olivia said amused. Helena sighed as her eyes blurred with an emotion I knew too well. “I love sucking Christopher's cock,” she let out making me laugh in surprise “You see, he has this spot under his balls that I love to lick before going down a little more to...” Like suddenly realizing, Helena stopped speaking before turning to her sister-in-law, who was staring at the table in front of her with intensity. The deep reddish color Jasmine's face had turned wasn’t lost to anyone.

"This looked real. Because it was real." "It wasn't…we're not…" Helena couldn't seem to finish a sentence. "We don't have to be in love," Alexander continued. "But we do need chemistry. We need people to look at us and believe we're together. And the best way to do that is to stop overthinking it." Helena stared at him, her mind racing. He was right. As much as she hated to admit it, that kiss had felt more authentic than anything she'd shared with Michael in their entire relationship.

"He cheated. I got over it." Helen gave me a look. "Girl, you cut your hair and started dressing like you're about to ruin someone's life. That's not 'getting over it.' That's revenge arc energy." I laughed under my breath. "Maybe it is." We grabbed iced coffees and sat on one of the benches outside the library. The campus was busy as usual ... students rushing between classes, a group of guys tossing a football on the quad, and a bunch of hockey fans already wearing Eagles merch even though it wasn't a real game day.