Heath Ledger Novels & Stories

Heath- we need help Mitch- what do you mean? Heath- we need advice from an older wolf. Mate is confusing me. Mitch- okay, yeah, that sounds smart. Good idea, buddy. Heath gives me a happy yip at my praise, and we refocus on leading our gorgeous mate to her new home. Hopefully she will be happier after seeing her sister and me bringing her some of her personal items. I hope.  

He had confirmed with the staff from Goldlane that they had arranged a temporary resting place for the Lycans, and he had also made sure they could accommodate some of them in the Castle. Heath planned to make his Lycan clan's system of organization similar to that of the Almandines of the North. "Ah, John," Heath called to John, who followed them back into the castle. "Yes, Young Lord?" "I will send a letter to my sister and His Majesty the Emperor," Heath said. Before long, in Heath's room, he was facing two white sheets of paper and two envelopes. First of all, he wrote Harriet a letter informing her that he had arrived at West Fort Castle. He also listed some of his future plans and aske

In fact, incidents such as Stephen being kidnapped and him being unable to protect his childhood sweetheart cropped up. Harrison sat in the living room, deep in thought. “If no one is willing to help, there’s only one option left. We have to seek out the Ledgers.” The Ledger family was one of the major families in Metropolis. However, they rarely appeared in public and had little interest in power or wealth. Instead, they specialized in medicine. Many famous doctors were from the Ledgers, and the most skilled among them was the family head. Rumor had it that the family head was only twenty-two years old this year.

Heath was discontent, having to part with his new girlfriend so soon. Aurora, however, was concerned about Heath's involvement with Eamon Ironside and the KING organization. Last time Heath claimed he was on a business trip, he ended up getting shot in the shoulder, taking a long time to recover. Aurora, holding onto him, asked earnestly, "Heath, tell me the truth. Are you really going on a business trip?" Heath nodded, "I'm going to the U.S. to scout for a new branch." Aurora, clinging to his shirt, inquired further, "Will you meet Eamon?"

“We found her in the woods yesterday. We have her in a medically induced coma, but she’s alive.” The door opened as Nora stepped back inside. Heath quietly closed it before his body stiffened up. Heather turned around, shaking in fear. “Mate.” Heath whispered as he looked at her. “Well, fuck…” Jared had a smirk on his face. Heather was trembling beside me. “He is my beta and a good man. His name is Heath.” I whispered. Heath didn’t move but kept his eyes glued to Heather as she slowly approached him. No one spoke as we watched them. After falling into his arms, she cried harder.

At this rate, the man would have gone crazy, had he not had the victory of the morning in his head. His plan had worked. Heathens image was on the verge of ruin. Soon it would be completely gone. Just what he wanted. So drunk in his victory, that he didn't notice the figure larking in the darkness opposite his desk. Drunkenly, he picked up the days newspaper, reading the headlines with over enthusiasm. "Heathens confirmed to be involved in illegal drug trade" Reading it aloud, Hadford laughed out loud, his voice echoing in the whole silent room. He laughed and laughed, and the figure in the darkness heated up. He laughed like that, for what felt like hours, when suddenly, the lamp in his des

She would remain. Heath was introduced to each Horseman at the end of the meeting that night. He learned that he was now called a Revelations Soldier. He was handed a Bylaws and Beliefs Bible and a handful of instructional pamphlets on making preparations for surviving the Apocalypse. His mind raced. His excitement grew. His curiosity peaked. Could any of the ideas thrown around the room that night actually be based on any factual reality? Heath was a logical, relational thinker. He had to PROVE theory before he could believe it as reality. Somehow though, the idea of a finite limit to the seemingly endless and pointless life of man energized Heath. He wanted to believe in it's truth value.

“Alpha Ledger,” Thea said. “I don’t know if you got to meet Alpha Stoll last time. Alpha Stoll of Nearside, this is Alpha Ledger of Waning Moon.” They hesitated but shook hands. They both had the typical build of Alphas, though Stoll was stockier, and Ledger was leaner, his muscles shaped nicely. Alpha Ledger easily could have been a male model. His eyes were somewhere between deep purple and deep brown, and they looked guarded.

Heath replied. I walked up behind my mate, but kept my distance from Heath. “What did you do with your father?” I asked softly. “I didn’t kill him if that’s what you’re asking. I banished him and his supporters. Heather and I are presenting ourselves as the new leaders of the pack next week. This is a formal invite to the event.” I nodded. “I’m glad it worked out.” Heath sighed heavily, and his brows knitted together. “Odessa.” Maverick growled.

6 pm. It was an address. Maybe for a date. Maybe where he lived. I wasn't sure. But the thought of him being so sure that I'd show up was a turn-on. It's like he knew I was yearning for him. He could read minds, if not, he could read mine. I remembered there was another note he stuffed between my breasts. I quickly pulled it out and silently read it. It read: Hezekiah Mumba. 25th June. 34 years old.