Heather Heavenly Escort Novels & Stories

Sydney's seated at the back with two girls and a guy, I try not to think about Damien's order to not associate with any male. She leaps up once she sees me approach them. “Heaven!” Sydney practically tackles me into a hug the second I’m within arm’s reach. “Thank God, you made it! I was worried about your psycho husband holding you hostage for a second.” I laugh. “He's not that crazy.” She pulls back, then spins me toward the table. “Okay, introductions. Everyone, this is Heaven. Heaven, meet my friends.” The brunette with the sleek bob stands first. “Lila,” she says, offering a warm handshake. “I’ve been dying to meet you.”

With a small sigh, he told her, “My men will escort you back to your quarters, and keep watch till dawn, while I get to the bottom of this.” Athena slowly nodded, eager to escape his presence. Quietly, she bowed her head to show her gratitude, her eyes avoiding his. Then swiftly, she turned on her heels and walked away with the guards hovering closely around her. Travon’s eyes lingered on her retreating figure, his expression filled with a mixture of regret and sadness. His lips parted as if to call her, but he remained silent, respecting her boundaries.

He called for backup because they were in a perilous situation. He carried her going inside the room and locked the door. He gently put her to bed, and he felt sorry for her miserable condition. What the hell was she doing here? Did she really involve herself in a syndicate? Was she a member of an organized crime group? No way! He immediately dismissed that thought. There must be an explanation for this. Their only dilemma was how to get out of this vessel alive. “Sweetheart, wake up!” he carefully tapped her cheek. Einille slowly opened her eyes. It seemed her body was on the verge of giving up. He held her carefully, getting up, and leaned off the headboard.

While the water burned my skin and made my injuries prickle, I was able to rid myself of his voice for a moment. Speaking of my injuries, I wonder where the hell Luke and his friends had disappeared to. Not like I wished for them to return from wherever it is that they suddenly disappeared to but I couldn't help wondering just where they had left to. Luke would never miss a chance to troll me so him disappearing to heaven-knows-where, was strange. When I opened my door, I saw a small wooden parcel with a note from my parents. For some reason known only to them, they always gifted me in wooden parcels and not just any wood, it was the Elderwood.

Heather needed me to be calm, to be the anchor she couldn't be for herself right now. "Hey, listen to me, Heather," I said, my voice dropping into a firm, reassuring tone that I didn't quite feel but knew she needed to hear. "Take a deep breath. Elena is going to be okay. Jaxx is incredibly powerful and he has resources we can't even begin to comprehend. If Roman and Jaxx's men are already on it, they will find her. Jaxx loves her, Heather. He won't let anything happen to her. You and Dave need to go somewhere safe and wait, okay? I'm going to make some calls." "Okay," Heather whispered, her voice barely audible, fragile as spun sugar. "Please let me know if you hear anything, Lexy. Anything

Half an hour later, I stood at the security checkpoint at the human airport in new attire. I took out my phone and noticed dozens of missed calls, all from the Council of Elders. They probably wanted to inquire about the defense spell. I pried out the SIM card expressionlessly and, with a flick of my wrist, dropped it into the nearby trash bin. Goodbye, Moonwing pack. Goodbye, Claude. From this moment on, Beta Heather ceased to exist. And in her place, there was only Heather Ashwood—a human and a designer.

“My daughter Heather has of course been on top of that. She has been preparing the refugee barracks to receive them. She has all the necessary supplies stocked, especially medical supplies. We have been sending out small parties to gather extra clothes, medicine and whatever other mundane needs the humans have.” Of course, it had to be Heather in charge of all that, who else could it possibly be I groan inwardly. I have a feeling I know where this going. “Trent you will stay in touch with Heather via SAT phone since you will be too far for the mind-link to work. As you round up refugees, make sure you let her know so she can properly prepare. You will have enough men with you so that you wil

“‘Here lies the grave of Xael Grim Hunter. You will find the answers you seek. Only the Light of Selene and the Xael power-holder may approach this place. Any other creature will perish.’” “So Damon and Heather stay back,” Stella said firmly. Damon’s jaw tightened, the disappointment clear in his expression, but he said nothing. Kayden, however, glanced at me. His gaze lingered, as if he was trying to gauge my reaction. Did he think I’d feel insecure about staying behind? Right now, I was too shaken by the visions of my past to feel much of anything. “It seems Damon and Heather will need to detour to another location,” Kayden added, holding up the second page of the letter.

“I have been around Xander a lot lately and I have come to learn a lot of things. Please get this to him as quickly as you can.” She nodded, determined as she clutched the letter tightly. “Thank you. Be careful, Ava. I know you are trying to help us but if anyone finds out—” “They won’t,” I interrupted. “Now go.” Heather didn't hesitate as she walked to a side door and stepped into the darkness of the night. My heart raced with both fear and hope as I watched her blend with the shadows and prayed that she didn't get caught. **** My reply came the next morning. “Midnight. I'll be there.”

Heather's voice trailed off as she approached the door, her eyes fixed on the unexpected visitors. The men's faces relaxed into friendly smiles, their demeanor softening. "Hey there, I'm Brody," the blond one said, his wide grin seeming out of place on his rugged features. "And this is Chase. Our boss sent us to escort you home, Heather." Camille's eyes darted to Heather, confusion etched on her face. "Boss? What's going on, Heather?" Heather's eyes fluttered closed, her throat working as she swallowed hard. This was meant to be a secret, a hidden arrangement between her and Eamon.