St Helen Library Novels & Stories

Helen suggested as she placed the coffee in front of Steven. "I used to wear a suit every day; why do I look so good in it? Is this your favorite suit?" Steven was still perplexed. He took a sip of his coffee and set it down. "I love it," she said, snapping her finger. "Thanks. Anyways "Steven responds with a smile on his face. "Sir. I have a question for you. You were the one who sponsored those kids on the west side, right? "Helen inquired. Steven was quiet for a moment as he sipped his coffee.

“Our clues can wait a couple hours. Besides, who knows what we might find there. For one, I’m dying to know why they call it Carnival Cerulean.” “Didn’t you want to go to the library?” I asked. “Actually, that reminds me. There is something I wanted to ask of you.” Helena gave me a sheepish grin, “The library has a restricted section. The librarians are—well, they’re something else. I wouldn’t dare try and sneak past them on my own, but I did want to ask for your help. I completely understand if you’d rather not, but I figured the restricted information might do us both some good.”

She walked away from the bathroom mirror and moved quickly toward the entrance of the bedroom, pulling her phone from her pocket. Diana lifted her head. “Who are you calling?” Helen ignored the question. She stepped outside into the narrow hallway and pulled out her phone, dialing a familiar number. It rang once. Twice. Carter’s voice came through on the third ring. “Mrs Stone.” “I need you to go to my office,” Helen said sharply, lowering her voice. “Today.” There was no hesitation. “What am I retrieving?” “In my drawer, there’s a false-bottom in the second compartment,” she said immediately. “There’s a brown envelope I kept there.”

The sound echoed through the library walls while she stared at Elara like she had just heard the funniest joke in existence. “A nun calling Adrian her boyfriend?” she asked between laughs. “Wow. This keeps getting better.” Elara didn’t respond immediately, though I noticed the slight tightening in her expression. "Never thought he'd be a bad picker at dummies like you. I meant him being your boyfriend not mine. I don't need one." She said folding her arms together. Helen's eyes widens in shock. All I could do was stand there, watching. Helen stepped closer, trying hard not to be defeated. “Aren’t you supposed to be holy? Pure? Untouchable?” Her eyes dragged slowly over Elara’s body. “Yet her

LUNA POV After one hour and the 20-minutes trip from Astoria, we finally arrived at St. Helen's town. The place gives a sparse suburban feel and most houses are beautiful. We passed by some bars, coffee shops, and parks. I remember this place. This was the place Elli mentioned before. She told me that this place celebrates Halloween for the entire month of October. I planned to go with her before but I wasn't able to do that because my brother don't want me to.

“Where the fuck is this?” “You’re in my school,” Helen replied. “Welcome to Ashwood Haven Academy – a sanctuary for children who have nowhere else to call home.” I raised an eyebrow, skeptical. “A sanctuary? That’s a pretty fancy name for an orphanage.” Helen’s smile never wavered. “We prefer to think of it as a place where lost souls can find refuge and purpose.” I snorted. “And what’s the real purpose of this place?” Helen’s eyes seemed to gleam with a hint of amusement. “All in good time, Liam. All in good time.”

Helen asked fondly. "I've been good, sweets. The usual, though I’ve started reading some human literature that came to the library. If you're looking for a good laugh, I have some titles for you," Alinta replied. "I'll hold you to that," Helen giggled. "And have you had any more run-ins with you-know-who?" Her expression grew serious.

She spoke confidently, as though she belonged there unquestioned. And yet... “Do you remember,” Harry said suddenly, interrupting her mid-sentence, “the old bookstore near the river?” Helen blinked. Just once. Elena saw it. Helen smiled quickly. “Of course. We used to go there all the time.” Harry nodded slowly. “What did you always complain about when we went?” Helen laughed lightly. “That it smelled like dust and old paper.” Harry held her gaze. Maria had loved that smell. She used to say it reminded her that stories survived even when people didn’t.

Helen POV I locked myself into the library, a place I have been many times before. Justin and I came here last in high hopes of clearing my name against, well, everyone and everything. It didn’t work of course, but we loved each other more through the tribulations. I sat back at the table and chairs in the corner of the library, shifting through the mess of books left on the floor and the ones still left on shelves that had been tipped against each other and crooked on the walls. I had pulled any book on old folklore and hoped it would mention the huntsman.

We also promised him to try to help find Sarra until found her. Helen approached Alex and me. She invited us to go somewhere. Helen got into her white car. We smiled at Mr. Weaselton before leaving. There was no conversation between Alex and I as we followed where Helen took her car. We were completely lost in each other's thoughts, or maybe it was just me thinking. While Alex is concentrating on driving. Helen stopped the car beside Roover Park. I'm not sure why she chose this place. Could it be that she often comes here when she's sad? This park is very quiet. I don't know if it's really quiet or just quiet on a certain days.