My Chemical Romance Game Helena の小説・ストーリー

“Well, I’m here now. Let go of my son and bring him to Braxton safely, and I will obediently surrender myself to you.” Helena sneers as she takes another step closer. "What an audacity to say that. I have you here in my place with my Gammas around. I don’t need to choose between the two of you. All I have to do now is to ensure you both stay right where I want you. But I assure you that your suffering here won’t be forever. As soon as Braxton is left without a choice but to marry me, I will kill you."

He always smiled when she was mad. “You cheated,” she shouted. “In chess, there are no rules—only winners.” “You moved your bishop twice in one round!” He laughed. “So? You’re Declan’s daughter. Don’t pretend you care about playing fair.” That night, they kissed for the first time. That night, she tasted betrayal and desire in equal measure. Back to Present “I need names,” Helena said now, regaining control. “I need to know who you’ve been talking to, what you’ve been doing behind my back, and whether I should destroy you now or later.”

"Oh, God..." “We are very good at this.” I agreed moving my fingers towards her clit to caress it “So good...” I pushed more insistently, feeling her vaginal walls contracting around me and catapulting me toward my own release. I couldn't deny the fact that this conversation was out of place because of what we were doing while we had it, but what could I say, we were like that and that was the important thing. Helena was my drug, my salvation. She was everything to me.

I believe her face was engraved on my mind and soul in that brief moment. God damnit. She had long black bouncy hair, while I had a long black shaggy mullet with white highlights. I was suddenly motivated to dye my hair completely black. "You are aware that you cannot love another person if they are not your mate, right, Celare?" Sarreth, the little shit, asked. Sarreth's question prompted me to raise my brow. Of course, I'm well aware of that shit. My mate is irreplaceable to me; no one can ever fill them in every way, but this whole thing about this mysterious goddess gives me a fucking burst of energy.

“I told you, didn’t I? I will put an end to that problem of yours. I’m not toying you, Katherine. Let’s say, I want to play a game with you.” “What’s the difference, huh? You want to play with me, it’s all the same!” “Toying you is different from playing with you. Toying you means I’m just the one who’s receiving all the benefits, meanwhile, if I say playing with you, you can cooperate and have your fair share of benefits in our game.” “Well then, Mr. Supernatural, I don’t want to play a game with you.” “It’s Helion. My name is Helion.” “I don’t care about your name at all.”

I stared at her, my confusion deepening. "What's going on here?" I asked, my voice a mix of bewilderment and concern. Helena took a deep breath, her eyes filled with a mixture of anxiety and determination. She needed to explain, to make sense of this chaotic situation. "You become a part of a messy situation," Helena said, her voice a low murmur. My curiosity was piqued. "Messy? Who is that woman?" I asked, my voice laced with a mixture of confusion and apprehension. My mind was racing, trying to piece together the puzzle. "That's Daryl's fiancée," Helena answered, her voice a mere whisper.

In the darkness behind my lids, it wasn’t Sarah. It was Helena—her caramel skin flushed, her full tits bouncing as she slammed down on my cock, moaning my name like a curse and a prayer. Helena’s nails raking my chest, leaving red trails. Helena’s pussy gripping me so hard I saw stars, squirting around me while she begged me to fill her again. Helena’s voice breaking as she came, “Damon—fuck me—own me—ruin me—” I couldn’t stop the grunt that came out.

"That doesn't suit you at all. You should just go back and put on your warrior suit. Why pretend to be girly now, huh?" I wince and shift nervously. Helena is the pack's future Gamma and is only mean to me. I have no idea why she hates me. There's no way someone like her could be jealous of someone like me. Helena is gorgeous, with brilliantly long, wavy strawberry-blonde hair, bright blue-green eyes, and long creamy legs. She's wearing a bold sleeveless white-and-gold dress that leaves little to the imagination, and her makeup is on point, making her beautiful features pop even more.

"Shouldn't you be in the comms room? We have three days before we march into the apocalypse." Helena climbed up the maintenance ladder, clutching a datapad to her chest. She wore oversized mechanic’s coveralls that swallowed her small frame, her silver-blue hair tied back with a piece of wire. She looked less like a princess and more like a scavenger, but her eyes were sharp.

SELENA'S POV Helena’s eyes burned with fury as she stormed forward, her heels clicking against the stone floor. The tension in the room was suffocating, thick like a storm waiting to break. “You,” she spat, her gaze locking onto mine with pure hatred. “You just couldn’t stay gone, could you?” I stiffened, but I didn’t flinch. I refused to show weakness. “I came back for my mate.” “Your mate?” she scoffed, her voice dripping with venom, filled with disbelief. “Lucian was never yours. You were a mistake—an accident. And now you think you can waltz in here and take him back?”