Heather Mcnamara Heathers 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.”

The Starbucks was getting crowded, and they both felt like leaving. "Oh, yes! Sure, your driving is pretty fast," Heather teased. "Where to?" Atlas inquired as they made their way out of Starbucks toward his parked car. "I'm going to audition," Heather revealed to him as they walked. "For what?" "An audition, duh! To become an actress! Kathryn Bernardo, Anne Curtis, Liza Soberano, and then me! I'm next!" "It's free to dream, right?" Atlas playfully teased, which Heather didn't appreciate at all.

“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.