Heather Mcnamara Fanart Novels & Stories

“I’ve actually tattooed someone with… Ah, f-k. Morgana Ivy the comic artist.” “Yes,” Heath served Cameron with toast. “You’re familiar with her?” “Yeah,” Rhett was impressed. “I should have known,” he turned the page. “She’s improved a lot though since high school,” he leaned back in the chair to admire the art before him. “Very naughty.” He held the sketch book up so that his mates could see. “We should try this sometime.” “You’re not flexible enough for that,” Heath replied with amusement. “I could be,” Rhett replied setting the sketch book back onto the table. He picked up his coffee and took a mouthful as he continued to flick through the book. “I can definitely do this one… And we shoul

Threading my fingers in my hair, I pressed my face against the desk and released a huge sigh. It hurts. Why does it hurt? I pulled out my phone and I scrolled through my gallery, littered with Xania's pictures and videos. I scrolled through the pictures I had taken of her when she was painting, she was on her knees with one paintbrush pushed against her middle ear, while the thinner brush was in between her delicate fingers, she said that brush was for detailing the textures the thicker brush couldn't do. Once she finished her painting, I could clearly see what she meant about the detailing. The colours she used were primarily dark although some were bright, the painting had some kind of flo

"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

He got me an hour to see her paintings? Anna McCarthy is a huge deal to me, I’ve been a loyal fan ever since high-school, checking her paintings online till I saved up enough to go for her art exhibition. I’ve been following her ever since. “Y-you did?” I asked baffled. “Yeah, heard how bummed you were last month and thought to do this. See, I’m quite a thoughtful person but you don’t see it.” He replied cheekily and I rolled my eyes for the umpteenth time today.

Jeff comes through the door and it's his turn to devour me with his creepy eyes. “Oh God, No Hannah, take bachelor number one. This one is worse”. I smile sweetly at them as they stand there and gawk at me. “Girl, the hills have eyes! Let’s get out of here!” she warns. “I think I can take ‘em”, I tell her as they are mumbling something to each other. Still snapping pictures creeper asks, “Hey, you wanna party?” “Party?” I ask in a way that says 'tell me more'.

Dear Heatherians, Congratulations! You've reached the end of the Heather Academy! I want to thank you all for being with me during my journey in writing Heather Academy: School of Fighters. Thank you for giving me inspirations and giving me thousands of reasons to continue writing. The truth is, when I started writing my first story, which is this story, I always doubt myself. And always question myself. Can I do this? Can I meet the reader's expectations? Can I get their attention? Will anyone support me? Will I still bleed or should just stop writing? But then I realized, with or without readers, I should keep on bleeding. I should keep on writing. Because I'm not writing to impress. I'm w

It would be a shame to admit defeat now. Duncan gritted his teeth and rushed forward again. Heather shook her head and sighed as she got into an intense fight with Duncan again. The audience was astonished as they observed Heather closely. Many men were stunned at Heather's body as she moved up and down. At the same time, the host also watched Heather closely and secretly nodded in approval. 'That lady is not only pretty but also rather powerful. She's a good candidate to be a part of the Bloody Fiend Sect.' He took out a little notebook and swiftly jotted Heather's name as he pondered.

Or the worst possibility is that l might die, which I strongly hoped it didn’t happen. She saw me jumping down to her, and I again witnessed a moment that rendered me to fall speechless—it was the moment where her supposedly dull face gleamed brightly the moment the thunder roared. Her pale face looks porcelain—free from any unwanted organisms. Apart from the severe eyebag that she tried to hide with some makeup—which, got washed away by th heavy droplets—the features of her face is perfect. As if, she’s someone non-existent. “Heather…” A word inadvertently escaped my still lips, unknowingly admired her beauty the time where she looked the most alive—in the moment where she almost ended her