Heather Kasuga Novels & Stories

Heather's hands trembled as she brought breakfast to the future leader of the Silver clan, Anderson Silva. She almost spilled the strawberry sauce in a separate bowl. Meanwhile, Anderson was reading something on his tablet screen about Grace Baker's identity. "This is," Heather mumbled. Anderson glared at her. "Don't you know how to work properly? If there's even a drop of jam, I'll hang you like yesterday, Miss Meadow," Anderson threatened cruelly. He reminded Heather of the consequences she would face if she dared to make Anderson angry.

While knowing all too well his senses aren't that heightened. "Here," I move towards him before pulling his head and bare my neck closely for him to take up my scent. We're not that acquainted much with each other since he is the Alpha King's Beta and I know he have difficulties in familiarizing scents. "We good?" After one last intake of my scent, he pulls away clearing his throat. "O- of course, thank you.." Strangely, his face is all flushed. Maybe I held him too tight. "I'll just be over here!" I waved my hand at them before slipping straight in the maze of roses. Every time I feel like wanting to clear my head, I go straight to lay my sights on the view of the greeneries.

, how are things going?" I asked, walking into the room and closing the door behind me. "Takara is having a good morning. She has accepted that she is safe here." Heather, the psych, told me. She was a young woman, in her late 30s, with a rightly kept bun, and a small fragile figure. Her glasses gave her that librarian look. I always feel like I am waiting for her to tell me to be quiet or shush me. "That's great doll, I am so glad you are feeling better today," I said smiling at her. She walked over and sat beside me. I could tell she was still quite cautious with her movements. "Are you enjoying your room?" I asked looking up at the psych who nodded at me. "I am. Thank you, Henry." She rep

Harry asked desire was evident in his voice. "Yes!!" Quinn Shrieked. She stood up from her seat and ran towards Harry's seat to kiss his cheeks. "First time, you used your brain. I wanted to visit the Taj Mahal. The place is so amazing and Lovable. Kevin, we can take a lot of selfies from different angles and I will post them all on my Instagram. I can't even imagine how it looks like." She squealed like a kid looking upwards. "Of course, babe." Kevin pulled her on his lap and planted a soft kiss on her lips.

"I think I may have found something that could help soothe your raging heart, dear sister." I'm no longer surprised by her words. Heather is the historian of our pack. She is an older woman. Her hair is half silver and half white, split right down the middle. She's over 100 years old, but look no more than 55. Her eyes are an icy blue, and her skin is pale. Her hair comes down straight and is hip- length. She is fairly slender. Heather has always felt odd. It may be due to her gift. She has the ability to peer into one's soul. Just one look at you, and she can tell your deepest, darkest thoughts and guide you away from that dark path. "Come with me."

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She gets up, puts everything back on the tray, and leaves it on the counter leading to the kitchen, receiving a smile of thanks from the cook, who is watching her. She goes out into the hotel lobby and heads to reception. - Could you tell me if I can use the internet? - Yes you can, this is the password. – she says, handing over a card, Saphira thanks her and goes back to her room. She takes her laptop out of her bag and accesses the Internet. The first thing that appears is a message symbol. She opens her mailbox and sees several emails from Christopher and Leo. She wants to read but resists. She lowers her mailbox and opens G****e, searching for “Sex change doctors in Portland.”

I turned back dialing a number. Suddenly someone walked closer to me, she fell on her knees. “Please don't kill us,” she pleaded, but before I could respond she zapped me with a teaser and I fell down…everything slowly went blank.

A dozen news helicopters still circled, their lenses hungry for evidence that the queen had survived the blow. She had. Barely. The desk where the intruder’s device had detonated was gone; only a smooth void remained. Adrian paced nearby, phone pressed to his ear, coordinating forensic audits across three continents, every tone of his voice authority filtered through fatigue. Luca entered without ceremony, rain dark on his coat. “Operations traced the transmitter signature to a Geneva address…Blue Harbor subsidiary. Shell account resurrected last night.” “Charlotte again,” Adrian said. “Not directly,” Luca countered. “Someone funding her echo: a man named Gabriel Kane. Former intelligence co

I'd buried him in the sand six years back, and fuck if he didn't try to poke his ugly head up from time to time. "Kendal, this is Heather Turner. She's from UCLA and has been highly recommended for this new spot with us. You'll be her mentor until she gets her feet wet." He moved back, and I nearly choked. Not only was she ten steps past gorgeous, but I didn't need an introduction at all. Heather was the vice president of the sister-sorority that partied right alongside the Kappa's back in college. The number of times Damon and I had taken turns fucking the woman was embarrassing. My luck couldn't have gotten any worse.