Heather Beck Leaked Novels & Stories

“Sasha, what do you have to say about the fashion leak in your company, and what measures have you taken?” She stilled, the question catching her off guard. “They can only try to be me. But there will be only one Sasha…” she paused, her eyes flickering towards me. “There can be only one Sasha Beck.” I didn’t miss the way she twisted her fist as she said my last name. You'd better hold on tight, baby; you are bound to me for eternity. “Mr Beck, what do you have to say about the return of your ex, Blake Streford? Would there be a chance to sit and have a conversation?”

She turned slowly to face Becky, her heart hammering against her ribs. "What... what are you talking about?" Anna tried to keep her voice steady, but it cracked on the last word. "Oh, don't play the innocent now." Becky pulled out her own phone and tapped the screen. "Your face is everywhere. 'The office worker having a tawdry affair with mogul Anthony Jeffery.' It’s the top story."

“If even one of those files leak, it’ll make Cassandra look like child’s play.” “Who has the files?” Camellia clenched her jaw. “Juna Li.” Minutes before Sophie was due to go on, a low murmur rippled through the Summit press floor. A new post had gone viral. “Sophie Burnett: The Messages They Hid” Clips from years ago — private video diaries, therapy logs, incomplete drafts of Vault submissions — all leaked to the open net. One audio clip caught fire: “Sometimes I wonder if the world would be safer without Phoenix at all.”

Heather calmly picked up the microphone and said, "You see, my approach to studying is—" In the following instant, the presentation on the digital screen behind her shifted to a series of scandalous photographs. In the images, Heather was clad in lingerie that was way too mature for her, lying in the arms of a middle-aged man with a portly belly. She looked really suggestive in the images, her poses highly provocative. In that instant, chaos broke out as the crowd widened their eyes in disbelief. "Isn't that man the proprietor of the hotel near the school? He's a married man! Heather isn't just hooking up with an older man—she's a homewrecker!"

Candy’s boots hit the floor with a thud. Cassie’s hand froze mid-motion. “Becky’s mother,” I said. “She wasn’t just a witch. She wasn’t just a shifter. She was both.” The silence that followed was heavier than a funeral. “Well,” Candy muttered. “That explains why the cult’s out for blood.” Cassie looked up slowly, her eyes sharp. “Does Becky know that you know?” My jaw clenched. “Not yet.” Tech Hub 4:12 AM

She then read the words again. “Hea…Heather?...” He brows creased. Out of the blue, a scene passed by her view, rendering her to flinch. It was her memory of the time she jumped down the building. She remembered it vividly when a guy called her Heather before everything went black. But, what is the correlation between Heather and her? Why was this name is etched on a flesh and why is she inside this almost destroyed space? The ground shook, premoniting the coming of a fall. Elaine had no time to ponder more about it, yet she need more time to guess. Before the rubble of flesh again fell on her for the third time, she loudly announced a random sentence on a flesh.

My name is Linda Mulner. The first time I ever heard of "exposing" was back in college, through a news story. A female teacher, while her students were busy writing with their heads down, had deliberately lifted her skirt to flash them. But some nosy student filmed it and shared the video in the campus group. The whole school exploded. The teacher couldn't take the pressure and resigned. But watching that video, I couldn't help feeling she looked so free. Exposing her most intimate self in front of so many men—it had to be incredibly thrilling.

“The public loves a scandal, Your Honor. ‘Billionaire steals dead brother’s baby from hospital.’ We have the security footage. We have the nurse testimony. We’ll leak it.” The room went cold. Levinson froze. Dr. Hewitt’s jaw clenched. Adrian didn’t flinch. “Leak them,” he said. “What?” Reese said. “Leak them,” Adrian repeated. “Leak every photo. Every video. Leak me at 2 AM with Alex in my arms. Leak me singing to him because his mother was bleeding out. Leak me changing his diaper because Marcus was dead and Valeria was in jail and there was no one else.”

Becky whispered while her eyes were focused on Leah, “When you wanted to make dinner for Mr Calix, I informed you about the use of nuts in the house.” “I thought he didn’t just like it,” I could swear Becky didn’t say much about it that day. “Really? I told your brother about his medical history, I know I told him it was confidential but I’m surprised he didn’t tell you,” She glanced at me then turned her attention back to the court. “That…. That…. That’s a lie,” Leah yelled in tears, “He was eating nuts on that day, I know the smell, I even touched it.”

“What do you want? Don’t you realize you're in enough trouble for leaving the party and not meeting the people I wanted to introduce you to?” “Chelsea,” I said firmly, “You win. I’m resigning my membership to GLE, and I’ll have my stuff out of here by the end of the day.” “A freak like you should never have been admitted in the first place,” she said looking smug. “Why shouldn’t she? She’s been nothing but nice and fun since she’s lived here,” Heather defended me. “If the cranberry juice you had her buy, then rejected, hadn’t been laced with Molly, she wouldn’t even be leaving.”