Heather Lang Novels & Stories

Heather sat up and turned her head again, her eyes wide with wonder as she stared at Brandon through the darkness. “You know Mina?” “I did. I’m pretty sure I told you earlier that we met someone who mentioned you to my girlfriend, right? She said her name was Mina, and Cass got the impression she was related to you somehow. Was she?” Heather didn’t say anything for a long time, but when she did, her voice broke slightly. “She was my sister.”

"She's so brave. I wouldn't be able to take it if I were in her shoes." "There's no way that she has ulterior motives. It's not like she can benefit from this situation. She's simply doing it to make sure that justice is served." Heather took a deep breath before continuing, "My name is Heather Cliffton. I was the second-highest-scoring scholar for the college entrance exam of this province." She paused, looking like she was suppressing her emotions. "I'm not doing this for myself. I admit that I felt a little unhappy when I learned that I had lost to Sarah by two points. But more importantly…"

"I'm in. But we need a plan." Marcus smiled, a glint of excitement in his eyes. "Oh, don't worry. I've got a few ideas." And with that, the two friends began to plot and plan, determined to take down the Terminator once and for all. NEXT MORNING Heather stood in front of a mirror, looking at her own reflection. She smiled briefly before grabbing her handbag. She had a shoot scheduled for the day. As soon as she got out of her car, fans started screaming and cheering, and she blew kisses at them in response. She was loved by all, generous to everyone, but the other side of her was not known to anyone. She walked into the company with the help of the guards, her smile never waning. When she go

Heather swallowed because she already knew what the woman needed from her. “First of all, I want to introduce myself. I am Veronica the first wife of the Lycan king. My brother Augustus is the owner of the Tarragon kingdom.” Heather did not speak because for her the discussion about that matter was useless. She knows her place and rank. “Everyone knows me as the mated partner of the Lycan king but nothing intimate has ever happened to us. I must bring the next heir to the throne— ” "If you ask me for help, don't approach me, I can't hold Theo's mind, so I don't know what I can do."

I cleared my throat before turning to him, rubbing the scruff on my face as I did so. "No my father doesn't know. He's healing slowly and I believe old age is catching up to him. Channing did a lot more to him than I thought," I chuckled out. Jacob smirked lightly. "She's a spitfire when she wants to be, but she's also very compassionate. She's a perfect Alpha Female, Tate. When are you going to hold the initiation fight?" He asked. A low rumble vibrated off my chest at that.

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

I greeted her with a small smile. She gives me a bright smile before linking my arm with hers. "Hey, yourself. Come on, I have a new trail to show you." Heather is just as pretty as the last time I saw her, though some things have changed. For starters, she no longer wore those short and skimpy clothes. Her hair is shorter, shoulder-length and in her natural color - dark blonde, and her face is no longer slathered with too much makeup. If anything, I've only ever seen her wear lip tint nowadays.

The attendant tells me causing me to curse almost immediately. "Fuck you." "Language, Leaxandra." Quinn mumbles followed by Claude and Hyde's whispers. "Luna, that's..." "That means she's either offended or pissed." "I apologize, my lady." Beau sighs, "You are allowed to tour any part of the castle for now. As I am certain that the Alpha wouldn't want her ladyship to get involved with this matter as well since we will be discussing the incident that happened seven years ago." As though a nerve ticked in his thick skull, Quinn immediately dismissed me at all costs. What I meant by that was the way he talked me out of the place like I'm some sort of trash just to keep me out. I should have kno

By the third loop, I was rock hard and could feel the pre-cum dampening my boxers, mind racing with how it'd feel to have her like that, live, pressed against me, her heat soaking through that flimsy skirt as she moved to my music. “What’s her name?” I asked, voice quieter than I meant. “Adele Langford,” Heather didn’t miss a beat. “Twenty-four. New face, small résumé. But she knows how to hold a camera.” I nodded slowly, still staring at the screen. “Yeah,” I muttered. “I can see that.” Heather studied me for a moment, her arms crossed. “She’s trouble, Nate. Stay away.” A corner of my mouth lifted. “You hired her because she’s trouble.”

Selena's gaze seemed to be evaluating a worthless product. Heather frowned. "Ms. Huntington, I am a secretary at Elkin Group." Selena sneered, "Would Uncle Ty bring a secretary here? Heather Sutton, do you dare to say that you haven't slept with him?" "You know me?" Heather was surprised. Selena actually knew her name! "Let me introduce myself. I'm Selena Huntington. I know you were with Craig before." Jealousy swirled in Selena's eyes. Seeing Heather in person made her realize that the former was far more beautiful than she appeared in photos.