Heather Heavenly Escort Novels & Stories

I nodded and stood up straight. "The Alpha team accepts the mission. We are Heatherians. We fight with all our might. We won't let you rise up high. Until we die." I said and looked directly into Ms. Anthea's eyes. She smiled and nodded. "You may go. We'll meet at the gate at exactly 4 am." She said. We nodded and bowed at the same time. Hestia. I was terrified to hear another voice. It wasn't a voice at first. Because it’s deeper and more terrifying. I just ignored it and followed them out.

According to Heather my brother was probably her destined mate. I go completely still inside the room. Hopefully, they will pass right by this room and I can move onto the next one with no problems. “Wear the red dress Heather, the one with the slit in the side.” I can hear Melissa instructing Heather. “I know mom. I will make Caleb mine. I have waited my whole life to be a Luna and being the Luna of the Blue Mountain Pack is my destiny.” Heather replies.

We started our journey From Hell to Heaven. I am very lucky to have such a beautiful family. Thank you God for giving me such a wonderful children. Thank you Mom, thanks for sending angel in my life. I promise to protect hold love and treat like the queen and angel she is. My angel is love of my life and beautiful sunshine. God, always keep my family safe and happy! ********************************* How is it ?

After making sure she was safe, she continued to stride cautiously. Just when Nevea got comfortable and let her guard down, she felt something hard touch the back of her head. Nevea gulped and hoisted both hands in the air as if she had given up. “Turn around.” The voice was familiar to her. If her guess were correct, it should be Bryan Wells, one of Team Four’s members. The good thing was he was a human like her. Nevea sighed. She would have had a slight chance to escape if the hunters Vlassta sent were both humans. Slowly, she spun her body around, face to face with Bryan, who stared at her like she was one of the rogues he was about to execute.

He really is a fucking ghost, and he fully plans to do as the dead-woman possessing my mother warned: leave his current vessel to drop dead and rot and move on to his selected, supernaturally strengthened new host… I shiver, eyes on the church doors, and hand never leaving my revolver. “There will be others, like Father Jost and the best of our students, those strongest in faith, to lead this congregation. Remember, brothers and sisters, that death is not the end for those of us who are God’s beloved chosen.” I can straight-up feel that sickening, fake, benevolent smile he no doubt gives as he speaks those words. “We will meet again, whether on this plane, or in paradise. Keep vigilant for t

He had to stood tall even though his heart hurt so much. "Are you sure you can continue the journey alone?" "Yes. I'm not an ordinary girl. I'm Emily Harper, the heiress of the Savior Group, a girl who is admired by many men, and I have minimal sins. Luck is always with me. Even if there is danger lurking, it won't be able to touch me. Even if it's not you, there must be someone else to save me. Besides, I myself am capable though." Prince swallowed. His head nodded slightly. "Okay, then ...."

His ranting continued but Rosa ignored it, all she had in mind was the next plan, Diane had been cremated, and the elders must have seen the news too, they were now fugitives, Bryan could get killed if he returned to the organization because he has come to Los Angeles on a solo mission, against the elders command. “Is Mrs Denver still cooperative?” She questioned out of the blue. Bryan stopped pacing and turned to face her. He hadn't thought of that foxy woman, but he wasn't sure she had any help to offer them now that her nemesis had been finally quenched. “Let's go find out” *** Bianca's eyes shone gracefully; she hadn't expected the surprise; they had returned from the hospital the previo

"We are here, live, to witness the grand wedding of Dr. Liam Carter and the renowned actress, Suzanne Smith. A love story that has captivated the world, and today, it all leads to this—perhaps the most spectacular wedding of the century. Stay tuned!" The air buzzed with anticipation, but then—a sudden shift. A low, steady hum grew louder, sending a ripple of excitement through the crowd. The unmistakable sound of rotor blades filled the sky. Reporters turned, their excitement mounting as a sleek helicopter descended smoothly onto the landing pad. As the doors opened, the frenzy erupted. Cameras flashed. Voices clamored. Everyone rushed forward, desperate for the first glimpse of the bride. A

Alexander raised his hand and indicated for her to stay calm, then took his phone to the courtyard to make a call. Ten minutes later, someone arrived, panting out of breath. “CEO Sterling, I’ve brought all the stuff you wanted, are we starting right now?” The newcomer was wearing jeans with holes and a grey cotton jacket, and had a striking dark blue earring on his left ear. Bella was surprised to find that he was actually a familiar face. Of course, a familiar face meaning that Bella recognised him, but he did not recognise her at all. He was a makeup artist known as “The Godly Hand” under Longster Entertainment and the personal makeup artist of the famous actress, Graclyn Swat, Arthur.

“She intended to kill you.” “I know.” I swallowed. “But she didn’t.” The silence stretched around us, I could feel hundreds of eyes watching us Mordecai looked back at Heather. “Escort Heather to her quarters,” he said without looking away from her. “She is confined until I decide her punishment.” There was no delay as two pack warriors stepped forward and took her away. No one spoke until she disappeared from sight. Only then did I realize I was still holding Mordecai’s wrist. I let go so quickly it was almost embarrassing and neither of us said anything.