My Chemical Romance Game Helena Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Leave that to me, Harley. I'll take care of Elona. But you need to do something for me in return." Harley's voice was barely above a whisper. "What do I need to do?" Helena's eyes gleamed with a sinister light. "Now that Elona is... indisposed, we can focus on securing Alaric's affections. I have just the thing." Harley's eyes narrowed. "What is it?" Helena's smile grew wider. "A little something from the land of Zhinai. A potion that will make Alaric utterly devoted to you." Harley's eyes widened. "Zhinai? But isn't that the land of dark magic?"

Helena touched Axton's face, pulled his nape and kissed his lips gently. "I love you so much, thank you for protecting the witches in Castile La Mancha Axton," said Helena. “Yes, I love you too." That night, after all the heated conditions subsided, Axton asked Amora for help to heal Helena's eyes. Unfortunately Amora still feels tired, she herself is not sure when she sees Helena's condition, the poison in Helena's eyes can still be cleaned and healed. Now Helena's eyes are covered with a white cloth.

Sleep had completely disappeared. She had already predicted this move. She just didn't expect the evil alliance to act so quickly. Sabrina Collet couldn't wait another second, and with Camila fanning the flames behind the scenes, the perfect storm had formed. “Very well.” Helena threw her hair back. “You want a show? I'll give you a show.” In fact, she was worried they wouldn't take the bait. Now that they had, it was time to reel them in. Helena got up from the bed and went to the dressing table. She opened her professional makeup case and got to work.

“Your mommy is a housewife, that’s why she can cook. But I, Helena, have my own career. I don’t have time to cook. You two are good pups, you will understand, right?” Helena’s voice was gentle, but there was an obvious hatred beneath it. The twin pups looked at each other. They were a bit unhappy but didn’t say anything. They just nodded. Helena then brought two glasses of red liquid from the kitchen. “I’m so sorry, I really can’t cook,” she said, “but today I will treat you two with a delicious kind of juice. And I can buy you any snacks or sweets you want.” The strawberry flavor masked the smell of alcohol, as well as the scent of herbs.

“Why are you overreacting when you don’t want her, Alpha?” I launched at him again, and this time, aiming at his neck. “Don’t make excuses for your r*pe’s attempt, Elmer. Say goodbye to the world.” That toothpick ducked and avoided my jaw, shouting madly, “Helena is in heat because of the werewolf bond, and you haven’t claimed her yet. I can also mark her according to the rules, then how is it r*pe, idiot?” Helena was in heat? This statement cemented my paws to the ground, my gaze fell at Helena who collapsed on the floor due to bleeding injuries. Then her strong scent throughout the day, her red formal gown despite any occasion, and disappointed look on her face hit me like a tornado,

I couldn't tell if she was angry or just disturbed by the presence of the flowers. “I… I want to make a spray with it.” I stammered because I knew she knew the effects of the flowers. “What kind of spray? You are Alpha Damien's personal maid and you know as much as I do that he is allergic to these flowers.” She said coming closer to me. “I know madam kalliope, but that's the exact reason why I need the flowers. Alpha Damien is trying so hard to force himself on me but once he notices that he is allergic to the smell that comes from me he will have no choice but to back away.”

I screamed. “Forbidden word. Forbidden word,” the system replied, followed by ambulance sirens. Electric shocks ripped through me. “Aaaghhh!!!” God, it hurt so bad. “I give up, I give up,” I whimpered weakly. Dragging myself to the vanity, I grabbed a pen and paper. The makeup drawers were empty. I tried to recall every character in Helena’s story. “There’s Oscar, who’s always siding with his family. Deca and Magda, both insane… Which means Helena has no allies in the Padip household.”

I clenched my fists, trying to control the rising anger, but my body was too weak to act on it. “One day,” Helena said, her tone dropping to a dangerous whisper, “I stumbled into these rogues during a patrol. They made their intentions clear. And… well, desperation makes people do things they’d never imagine. I wanted Liam… and if helping them meant he’d be mine, I did it. Simple.” My mind reeled. Helena. My Helena. The woman who had laughed with me, pretended to care… had orchestrated my suffering all along. She gestured to the bodies and the experiments, a wicked smirk curling her lips.

Let’s see how this one ends for our girl. [And if she rejects him, he gets angry and kills people anyway. Same outcome, different flavor.] The air felt charged, hormones spiking fast. That familiar dryness hit my throat again. My eyes felt glued to his face. I couldn’t look away. I’d experienced this before. There was a dungeon once, Rose Manor. The feeling was exactly the same as when I ran into Zero and Jackson back then. The moment I lock eyes with an anomaly that fits my taste, my stupid love-struck brain starts overheating on its own.