Craving Helen Hardt Novels & Stories

Third person's pov :: Six months later: Harold's age: 16 Within six months Helen built a committee for a drug free society and saving girls from being trafficked. There weren't many people in her committee yet, but she was still appointing men and women for this committee. "Ma'am there's shortage of money." Mr Davidson reasoned out. "Sell the shares to those Brazilians, which they were yearning for. But with the double price." Helen said while massaging her temple.

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.

Helen was in turmoil, she had not been separated from Blake since her awakening, but she could not disobey her Master. “So, you’re Samantha’s cousin?” Henry asked, feeling the tension in the air. “Yes, she’s my first cousin and a gold digger. She has gone from one man to another only to obtain one goal: to accumulate her wealth. She’s addicted to this type of lifestyle.” Helen stated as she drove. “You must be mistaken. She’s told me she hasn’t had the pleasure of a man and was waiting for our marriage to fulfill this dream of hers with me.” Henry said, less confident now hearing Helen’s words.

Zara asked, clearly intrigued. “A chance to be with him,” Helen replied. “Jude wants to be CEO. If Alexander won’t give me what I want… maybe Jude will. Besides, I’ve sacrificed so much for Alexander, and I have nothing to show for it.” “Sacrifice so much for him…hmmm,” Zara shook her head slowly, as if trying to absorb everything Helen had said. She walked over to the bar, picking up a bottle of wine, pouring two glasses without even asking.

I'm hoping to update daily from here. Love always Helen Stephens

Dominic asked coyly. Yeah, he would be the type of guy who knew that. Blah… he probably even read chick magazines. Helen wanted to shoot herself. Somehow in the rush of preparation, she had forgotten he was the devil. “Normally,” she said, still not losing the gleam of trouble in her eye. “But I didn’t want your sister to think that you’d stopped dating ‘thrilling’ women,” Helen said before she turned around and greeted Mark and Laura. “Laura! Darling, you look wonderful. That diet of yours is a miracle worker. You look simply radiant." Then she took Mark’s hand and shook it, trying her best to make her handshake feel different from ‘Helen’s.' “It’s nice to see you again,” she said to Mark,

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.”