Heath Ledger Novels & Stories

Marcus, the pack's head healer, stood in the doorway, moonlight stretching his shadow long across the floor. I instinctively closed the ledger, but it was too late. He walked in silently, pulling another booklet from his coat and handing it to me. "This is the real ledger." I opened it to find clear records of every misappropriated fund—Kane and Ryan's signatures prominently displayed. "No one dares report them." The healer's voice was low. "You're their blood sister and former Alpha bloodline. Maybe..." "I'll find a way." I cut him off, stuffing the ledger inside my coat.

“I knew that when the pack found out that he had been willing to sacrifice the young in the gym for his agenda to start a fucking war with humans, then someone would come after him. We are just about to go to Rideten, and we’ve got our hands full with everything as it is, I wanted to prevent any assassination attempts that would divide the pack. I’d send the whole council away, if I had the places to send them. Just keep them contained, for their safety and to stop them from causing trouble. Promise me that, Ro.” “I promise,” he was reluctant, but he gave it, and Heath was satisfied with that. “There is something else,” Heath added. “I want the names of those who worked the bridge last night

If he tried to fight, he would only be putting his life at risk. Hence, Heath immediately bent his knees and knelt to the ground. “Sir, I’m sorry for being ignorant. I deserve to die.” Alex looked at Heath. “Oh? Why should you die?” Heath was stunned. He immediately started slapping himself. “Sir, Zendaya is a woman you’re interested in. I shouldn't have tried to come between the two of you. I deserve to die.” Alex didn’t speak. Heath continued to slap himself! “I shouldn’t have asked Leo Adams and my subordinates to disturb your meal, sir. I deserve to die. I even asked Mr. Kitagawa to fight you. I deserve to die,” Heath added.

(Last night) ‘Horrendous’, that’s what the half blood Inspector Karl Heinz concluded while seeing a headless body lying in front of him. After receiving the news of the lost of Nathan Michaelis, or, that was what Hans stated after the tracker he mysteriously managed to place inside the evil Madam’s secretary’s phone lost it’s signal. A dead battery was what Inspector Karl Heinz thought at first, but suddenly the phone moved towards un unplanned direction then suddenly died? Not so.

RAEL The fortress woke screaming. Not with voices—with bells, boots on stone, the low thunder of wolves pacing behind walls too small to hold them. The Eastern watchtower rang first, then the southern gates. By the time the sun crested the hills, messengers were running so fast they forgot protocol. Lyra’s light had not faded by morning. It pulsed behind the curtains of her chamber, slow and rhythmic, like something breathing where breath did not belong. The healers wouldn’t meet my eyes when I demanded answers.

Inside were all the records of money Dylan owed me. January 23, 2025, morning: borrowed $50 for a pillow. January 23, 2025, evening: borrowed $200 for wedding shoes. January 24, 2025: borrowed $4,000 for Kelsey's abortion. January 28, 2025, afternoon: borrowed $5,000 for a refrigerator. January 28, 2025, evening: borrowed $3,000 to rent a suit and wedding dress. There were 220 entries in total.

“I have everything under control. The ‘leak’ is being tracked. I’m a captain, Mother, not a clerk.” “You are a Hwan by blood and a leader by my grace,” she counters. “But while you’re busy chasing headaches and hedonism, someone is systematically dismantling our shell companies. Director Hart at Camelot has a new dog on a leash—someone they’re calling ‘The Ledger.’ He’s already frozen three accounts in the Cayman Islands.” I swallow the pills dry, the bitterness coating my tongue. “The Ledger? Sounds like a boring accountant.”

“I know you’re a werewolf, but not one that I know, and I know pretty much everyone in this pack.” Heath shifted into a crouch, the rough tarmac digging into his knee and foot, shivering as the warmth provided by his fur disappeared and his skin pricked with gooseflesh in the cold of the night. He held up his hands. “Health Gale,” he said. “Les Guerriers Sanctifies of Havermouth.” “Heath Gale,” she repeated, the tone of her voice changing. “We’ve met before.” “If you don’t mind,” he gestured to the gun. “I’ll stand?”

"Yes of course, well thank you miss?” "Oh, Vanderwood, Lelanna Vanderwood" I smiled kindly “Lelanna? well that’s a very pretty name, well Lelanna Vanderwood, I’m Heath Lawrence” he said holding his hand out for me to shake, I put my hand in his and shook it lightly ” It’s been a pleasure to meet you Lelanna” “And you too Heath”

" What a load of nonsense from the Walbeer family! Calling out His Lordship and his wife's names so casually; it was truly getting on Heath's nerves! "I've never heard of any Walbeer family." Heath's expression turned icy, his gaze slowly scanning over Tiego and Jonathan's faces. His voice suddenly became deep. "However, I can give you one word: Death!"