Heather Lang Novels & Stories

Heather tried to perform her best curtsy, “It’s nice to meet you too. I really need to talk to all of you together.” Lena smiled, “Why don’t you and I sit on the coffee table so we can face everyone else? Is that okay?” She nodded, “I would like that. Luna will need to look in my eyes to be sure I’m not lying.” Isaac furrowed his brow, “What do you need to talk to us about, little one?” She answered, “I had a talk with the Moon Goddess during afternoon nap time today. I know I’m only five, but she told me some things you need to know.” Isaac asked, “Are you sure it was her?” She answered, “I know for a fact it was her. Gemma told me it was her.” Isaac asked, “Who is Gemma?” Heather answered,

She was so focused on reading that she didn't even notice the CEO approaching. - Loveless by A.P. Morgan. I don't know this writer. Is he good? She jumps, scared, until she sees the one who speaks to her. - It's not a "he". It's a "she". It depends on your taste in books. She is an LGBT writer. I like reading her stories. - LBGT? Like women with women and men with men? Are you a lesbian? Saphira's heart skips a beat. Was it now that he was going to say that he hates gays and all those types of people?

The night was supposed to be the most joyous night for the Shadowcrest pack, as their Luna, Mirabelle, had been confirmed to be pregnant. Alpha Lain was the happiest man on earth, as they had never been able to have another child after the birth of their first daughter, Elaira. But instead of celebrating this joyous occasion, the pack was bleeding and crying as blood flowed everywhere.

But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1)Nathaniel Lachlan 2)Aaron Riverwood 3)Landon Chambers 4) Emily Warner 5) Danika Williams Danika Williams Everyone in the room stared at me as I smashed the third glass on the ground in anger. I hadn’t had proper food for 2 days. My mom, who was a former Miss Universe, controlled my life since I was a child. Nine years ago, when I was only 18 years old, she wanted me to be Miss Universe too but I was the runner up, which angered my mom, so much so that she didn’t let me eat for 5 days as a punishment.

She felt like she could finally start to let go of her past and begin to heal. 3 months later Chantelle had moved in withDelcan for some months now, and she was finally starting to feel like herself again. Delcan had been so understanding and patient with her, and she felt a sense of peace and safety that she hadn't felt in a long time. She knew she was still on the road to healing, but she was starting to feel like she was getting there. The only thing that was missing was Delcan's presence. He had been so busy with work lately that she barely saw him. But at least the maids were there to keep her company. One day, while Chantelle was eating breakfast in the kitchen, she noticed a bouquet o

“It’s been too long, right? How many years has it been? Five, six? It’s practically been forever.” I smiled. “Oh, I don’t remember,” I replied firmly. “Sorry,” I added. “I don’t really keep track of unimportant things.” Her eye twitched for a second, but then, her sweet smile was back again. Then, to steer the conversation away, I gestured at the canvas in front of us. “So, about this project…Do you have a particular style you’re thinking of?” Heather’s expression softened as she looked at the blank canvas. “I like to keep things soft, you know? Delicate brushstrokes, muted colors. I think it reflects who I am.”

Heather reply with a sneer and get up, leaving her plate of cereal. “Idiot, Sickle cell isn’t contagious” Hope fires at her. Heather turn her head, not stopping. “Who knows? With you it might be” she mocks and walk downstair to get out of the house before it’s too late. In ten minutes, she is back downstairs, dress in a tight jean and light blue dress that matches her eyes. Her chestnut brown hair with highlights is packed in a high wavy bun, it slaps behind her back as she moves.

“Stay away. All the catty witches will start fighting over them. Sit back and let the competition take themselves out. Those two will take any women mixed up with them down when they fall. They are trouble on two or four legs. Sexy trouble, but trouble.” Heather’s words annoyed Rose. Heather was always a little jealous. She was the daughter of the Rolling Meadows Pack Healer. Rose knew Heather didn’t believe she belonged. She believed her father’s position made her less than, but they didn’t care. So, Amber had to drag Heather to these events.

Heather took a step towards me and I could see the look of displeasure on her face before she said to me, “You disgust me. You moved on from Brianna like she meant nothing to you.” “You are forgetting that I thought Brianna was dead and this pack needs a Luna. I mourned her death more than anyone. Little did I know she wasn’t dead and I am not to blame for this.” I told her as I leave out a growl warning her that I am her Alpha. Heather began to laugh at that moment, before she said, “Your growl means nothing to me. I pledged myself to Brianna, the true Luna.”

he asks. “Oh, I’m sorry. I'm just passing through. I'm a photographer, and I saw this old barn and decided to stop and snap a few pictures.” I explain. “Well, ain’t that something. Jeff, she is a photographer, she just saw this old barn and decided to stop and snap some pictures.” He says licking his chops at me like I am a t-bone steak. “Ugh, gross. Hannah, that guy is creepy.” I hear Lily chime in. “Yep” I respond as I continue to snap pictures. Jeff comes through the door and it's his turn to devour me with his creepy eyes.