Heather Kasuga Novels & Stories

It was calm and peaceful but almost like a whisper like there was something stuck in the speaker's throat making their voice come out as if, along with white noise. The both of them turned around to the speaker, it was none other than Jelena Savage herself! The Coalition Chieftess of the Als race!

“But…” The maid wanted to say something else, but Heather interjected. “What? Do I look like I need someone to protect me?” That managed to shut the maid up. ‘That’s right. Ms. Riggs is skilled in kickboxing, so she doesn’t need anyone to protect her.’ When Heather ascended the stairs, she thought of something and stopped in her tracks to say, “By the way, get the people who came here with me from the island to pack their things up and be on standby for my orders at all times.”

" I'm sure Sierra would love to hear about the incident this morning, she loves hearing stories about males, hot ones in particular. Rina, our editor-in-chief, looked so sharp as always. She looks like a typical career woman physically I must say but she has a brilliant mind, she has been my mentor from the beginning. "Please welcome Mr Reid Alonzo Manhannah" Rina loudly said, showing her good smile. Everyone's eyes started to look for the man standing in front of us owning that said name.

She barely knew me. "When did she agree to this?" I asked, as the Thanaemon came back with some bread. "The day Athena taught her how to weave. It was their first tapestry together." Hecate explained, as she picked up a roll and tore a piece off. I opened the photo again and I looked at it. This was her first tapestry. This was a future event. How could someone like her see the future between timelines? It shouldn't be possible. Only the Fates knew how something was going to turn out. I looked at Tate and I could see he was wondering the same thing. Just who was Queen Emiko really? And how did the Gods and Goddesses come to associate themselves with her?

Alpha Asher's voice was rough and commanding, "My men will be going around the room to help with your techniques." "Lola." His deep voice pulled me from my explicit thoughts. Mason gave me a sympathetic look, while Breyona smirked. I walked over to Alpha Asher, my heart thumping in my chest. My heart nearly stopped entirely when Chelsea twitched up to Alpha Asher. She was wearing a sports bra that must've been four sizes too small. Her bre*sts were nearly popping out of the low cut tank top she wore. Her shorts were hiked up so high the bottoms of her b*tt cheeks poked out.

A younger replica of the woman is standing beside her, sipping from her champagne before throwing a small smile my way. Denjiel slightly loosens his grip on me and steps forwards. "Madre, padre." Denjiel says to the smiling couple standing before us. "This is Kasey, my girlfriend." Denjiel looks at me and I instantly calm down as I see the love shining in his eyes. "Kasey, this is my mother, Fenna Castellano. My father Ricardo Castellano and my sister Carella."

I had just finished warming up at my adoptive father's boxing gym when I was brought back to my wealthy biological family. When my tanned, heavily muscled self walked into the living room, my biological parents, who had been ready to humiliate me, fell completely silent. They had brought me back because they wanted me to marry the heir of the Lamberts. He was rumored to have a violent temper and had already scared away ten fiancées. The fake heiress was still pretending to cry at first. But the moment she saw my massive biceps, she stopped crying. She nervously hid behind my older brother. "Jack, are you sure Mr. Andrew is abusing Rachel and not the other way around? What if Rachel is the on

Heather had always been dissatisfied with Hailey, as Cassidy had convinced her that Hailey was a pretentious person. Seeing Hailey gain so much attention among their peers only fueled Heather's anger and annoyance. When she noticed Hailey and Tara approaching, she bypassed Cassidy, who was beside her, knowing that Cassidy would try to stop her, and walked straight up to Hailey to confront her. Hailey paused slightly upon seeing her, as she didn't recognize Heather, but she could tell from the expression on her face that she wasn't approaching for a friendly chat.

Soon, Heather arrived at the airport. She bought her ticket and entered the waiting area. Just then, her phone rang. It was from an unknown number. "Hello, who's this?" she answered. Selena's shrill voice sounded in her ear. "Heather, was seducing Uncle Ty not enough for you that you're after Craig now? You shameless slut! Do you think you can get away with this?" Heather winced at the assault on her eardrums. She couldn't help but hold the phone away while enduring Selena's tirade of insults. Each one was more vicious than the last.

His claws dig out and scrape the inner layer of my head in an attempt to come out. Dakota, control! I warn him. I ignore the smell, reporters, and comments from females, and hastily reach the stage. By then Dakota starts to jump and scratch in my head unruly. I try to block him, as he wants to take control of us. And we both know, when he takes control, we always end up tasting blood. "Good morning people of Damison Group." Anger is clearly visible in my voice, it is more like a warning for Dakota to not mess this up. My hold on the podium gets tighter as I try hard not to focus on the smell.