Romans & histoires Helga Locket

Detective Cruz stood near the ruined boathouse, staring at something on the ground. An officer handed her a small plastic evidence bag. Inside it was the brass key. The one Helena had stolen. Cruz slowly looked toward the tree line beyond the estate. Someone was watching from the shadows. By the time the officers reached the trees... The watcher was gone. Only a single silver locket lay abandoned on the ground. Inside was an old photograph. One side showed a young Victor Hawthorne. The other showed Helena. Standing beside them... Was my mother. Smiling. As if they had once been family.

She snatched the ring from my hand and held it up to the moonlight. "This is hilarious!" "This piece of trash is nothing but worthless iron painted to look like bronze." She snapped the ring in two in front of everyone. The metal broke with a sharp snap. "A real Benedetto signet ring looks like this." Carmela raised her left hand. On her ring finger, a solid gold family crest gleamed in the candlelight. I stared at the metal shards in my palm, then at Salvatore on the steps. I prayed he would give me an explanation.

Eva hung up smiling happily. She knew that she would bag the thirty percent deal. She kept the phone in her pocket and looked at the ruby's in fron tof her. She was in a metallic dorm that required security passwords to enter. It was indeed a miracle that she entered such a secretive dorm without breaking any bones, except for one that was laying at some corner of the dorm.

I drape my hands around the back of his neck and feel his hands slide down my back to caress my butt. “Mmmm. I am enjoying your distraction, but what about the third ring?” Lucifer asks as his hands slide from my butt to wrap my legs around his waist, so that I’m sitting directly on the large bulge in his pants...and he says I’m distracting. I should have known he would ask. “It’s in my jewelry box.” “You know you can’t keep it.” I roll my eyes at my overprotective mate. “It’s in an enchanted bag. No one can sense the power in the ring. You didn’t and you’ve been in my room for how long?”

I asked, staring into her eyes. “Y-Yes,” she replied, gripping my hand. “Good. Trust that I am doing what is best for you…and for me,” with that I went back to packing her things. She continued to pack up her things, searching through the drawers for anything she’d want to take. I grabbed some of her jewelry from her box, including the necklace my mother had gifted her. She packed some books as well which was why I only packed very little. I knew she would want to take most of her room with her.

"It was in the hall where she was attacked." "That's impossible!" Alpha Jax exclaimed. It had been stolen along with a few other pack relics when we were invaded!" His eyes showed his shock at the discovery of the medallion in his own pack house. "Dad, can you please read what it says on the back?" Arrow asked looking perplexed.

"Finally!"I said in relief, I could access the hidden data I needed. "Have you found anything yet?" Mika asked. "Yes it's a lot to take in but guess what.i got it!" I shouted in excitement. "What is it?"Katleho asked,leaning over my shoulder staring closely at the screen. "Project Xena!" I said looking at the folder then I clicked enter to see more details. There was only an image of a hexagonal shaped metal with a gold cover on it.There was no other information, no words only the object "

Mac said as he walked through the door. “I am here,” “Pay close attention. “You need to decode Jake’s phone’s security code and uncover any information that might be valuable to us,” Jake remarked as he drank the water. Mother cast a troubled glance at me. “I need to locate a witch who can assist me in investigating what she knows about this locket,” Mac revealed the locket, crafted out of white gold and carvings of shadowy wings. “Yuri and Gabriel, please keep this between the three of us. Alpha has specifically requested that I keep it hidden from the Elders of the packs.” Mac stated.

"I hold you in the highest regard, Lady Penelope. Truly. But..the evidence speaks for itself." She snapped her fingers. One of her guards stepped forward, holding up a small object that caught the morning light. A locket. Killian's locket. I recognized it instantly. He wore it always—a family heirloom, passed down through generations. And now it was in Benita's hands, presented as proof of murder. My legs gave way. I would have fallen if Natasha hadn't caught me. "No," I whispered. "No, this can't be..." Elena moved faster than I'd ever seen. She crossed the space between her and Benita in three strides and slapped her across the face with a crack that echoed across the lawn.

“Oh, my. “ She discontinued what she was oh so tempted to do. She was not here to give a new sin-eater a blow job while he is asleep and will have no recollection of how good she can be, that is not how she plays in bed and how she wanted to be remembered. “Now, where could that stupid journal be?” Helena’s luggage was on one corner of the bedroom, with one flick of her hand, the contents of the luggage was out and everywhere, floating in the air, disappointed that it was not there,she flicked her hand again and all the stuff were back inside the luggage again. She saw the drawers and flicked her hand again and there it was. Sitting there like a row of ducks waiting for her to aim and fire.