Craving Helen Hardt Novels & Stories

Fortunately, she remembered the question: "I was craving sweets and sour ribs that you made, so I went there. You know, I'm pregnant, so I crave a lot of things." All the excuses Helen gave were not believed by Mrs. Bertha. Even for good reason, Helen is pregnant. It is difficult for Helen to take advantage of an unborn child to get rid of the crime. In the other case, Helen is actually Mrs. Bertha's daughter-in-law is deeply loved by Dylan. Everything will be different. But here, as I said, the relationship between the two sides from the beginning is basically not good. To be more precise, it's bad. Each person himself hates the opponent right in front of him. No need to say it in words, or

*************** 2 months later **************** Sarah turned eight yesterday and Helen was a complete druggie now, she had sold almost all she had suffered to acquire in order to enable her cocaine addiction. All the wealth she gathered earlier to give my daughter a good life had been wasted by her, she sold her second car last week and almost all of her property. She had also thrown caution to the wind and now invited men to her home, they paid her cash for sex. Her latest client is a dealer and he supplied her cocaine for sex. David was a very brutal man and he hit her quite a lot, even her child was not spared from his brutality.

he asked as he unscrewed the top of the tonic water. Helen smiled and searched the tray for crackers. Noticing there weren’t any and she found the nerve to complain. “Don’t rich people eat crackers?” she asked, picking up a piece of cheese and putting it in her mouth. “Of course,” Dominic laughed. “How thoughtless of me. I’ll be right back.” Apparently, he thought her demanding a cracker was adorable, and Helen wondered if she could do anything that would turn Dominic off. Well, once both of them spilled their guts, he would see how poorly the two of them matched up. Helen would have bet her falsies on it.

Thankfully, only the two young blokes, still wanking, watched from nearby. Chris exhaled, nodding. "Helen's stunning." Aware of her rapt audience, Helen let Chris thrust his hard cock, still slimy with his cum, into her mouth. She slowly sucked Chris's rigid member as she focused on the rigid dick that slammed into her pussy. Helen loved the feeling of Andy slapping against her arse, driving him balls-deep into her cum-filled teenage pussy. "Harder, mate," a voice yelled. "She's loving it."

Helen had always believed she knew the exact flavor of satisfaction. It was sharp. Clean. Like the snap of expensive lipstick shut after a ruthless day. Like watching people who once thought they mattered realize how easily they could be erased. She had built a life on that taste. Let it coat her tongue for years until it felt like safety. So when Elias stormed into her house the last time, eyes feral, voice shaking with a rage she had quietly worked on cultivating for months, something inside her had glowed.

“What?” She smirks. “For letting you go. He had one of the best women in the world, and he just… let you slip through his fingers.” I shrug. “Well, he loves Lina.” Helen rolls her eyes dramatically. “Oh, please. I hate that woman.” I burst out laughing. “Lady Helen!” She shrugs. “What? It’s true. She has the personality of a wet rag and the charm of a snake.” I shake my head, still laughing. “That’s awful.”

She casually looked away and faced her son and Louis. "Louis, Zoe, this is Charlotte D'Amato, my mother," Leo introduced. "A pleasure meeting you," Louis took a bow. She nodded slightly. "Mother, this is Louis Rodriguez," Leo introduced. "CEO of Everett Pharmaceuticals and his partner, Zoraya." Her expression was cold and condescending as she narrowed her eyes. "You look quite young," she commented. "Was it your company that formulated Humira?" Louis inclined his head with a respectful smile. "Yes, Mrs. D'Amato. It was a team effort."

Helena looked at the Supreme Boss, feeling a mixture of gratitude and panic. He wanted to use an atomic bomb to kill a cockroach. If the legendary Pedro Marrone intervened in a rookie fight, it would be the end. Helena would be labeled not only a “slut,” but also a corporate spy or the lover of someone very powerful in the competition. It would confirm the rumors that she had a wealthy “godfather.”

The dry crack of another bone breaking echoed through the space, followed by a sharp shriek that made Miller writhe against his restraints, sweat wiping gray lines through the dust on his face. I didn't blink. My thumb slid across the screen, opening the real-time monitoring app for the penthouse. The library camera focused on the study desk. Helen was sitting there, wearing a baggy gray sweatshirt. She held a small spoon, shoving chocolate ice cream into her mouth with a furrowed brow, entirely oblivious to the fact that she was being watched.

I knew what they were doing, and I didn't care. As long as my image stayed intact. As long as the world still saw Naomi Vance-Sterling as the perfect wife, the perfect mother, the perfect woman. Grant could do whatever he wanted. Finn could do whatever he wanted. As long as it didn't ruin me. I looked at my reflection in the hotel mirror. I was beautiful. Talented. Rich. I didn't need Grant and I didn't need anyone. All i needed his money and his reputation. So I would play along. I would pretend to be the loving wife, and when the time was right, when I had enough evidence, enough leverage, I would destroy him.