My Chemical Romance Game Helena Novels & Stories

"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.

Xavier soon retrieved her for another night of fun. Helena zoomed through the water of the school pool, passing by her fellow students like they were dogs swimming for the first time. Her task for the day was to watch another porno and masturbate to it. She wasn't looking forward to it, but she had to remind herself that it could always be worse. Besides, unlike the ropes, that DVD player stashed in her book bag wasn't hindering her movements in the pool. She had managed to convince the coach that swimming wouldn't agitate her "wounded" hand, and her burns or ointment wouldn't contaminate the water. Having slept well through the night and now enjoying one of her favorite hobbies, she at last

~~~~~~~~~ Make me yours tonight.... ~~~~~~~~~~ ~ Rina ~ I watch as Helena typed away on her phone, blushing and laughing the whole time, no time chatting with her own mate while she's keeping me from mine, well she's only doing that to teach him a lesson. Which I think he deserve, she seems so engrossed in what she was doing so I make use of that opportunity. "Helena, can I go get you a cold drink from the kitchen? I'm feeling so bored so I wanna stroll downstairs"I asked.

he then cut the call,not even waiting for a response from Fred. "Dick head" Fred cursed from where he was. Nina closed her eyes as she lay on her bed. She wanted to imagine Henry making love to her. She was so obsessed with him,that her thoughts and desires drifted that far. She used her hands all over her body,imagining them to be the hands of Henry. It was as if her imaginations were real that she forgot reality in itself.