Heather Nicholas Novels & Stories

Her eyes were still closed as she smoked. "Huh?" Nicholas was confused. "My name." Nicholas' forehead wrinkled in confusion, even more confused, until it got to him. "I am.." "Nicholas." She interrupted, blowing the smoke close to Nicholas' face. "Heir of the Harrington holdings, I know." She finished off, moving closer to him until she was just a breath away from him. She stuck the cigarette in the ashtray and wrapped her arms around Nicholas. He didn’t react at first and just let it be. But he couldn’t resist it any longer; smoking usually makes him horny, and it didn't help that she smelled so delicious.

The lady cut in, staring at her hanging hand. “I know who you are, Athena. Everyone does…” She crossed her arms and scoffed. “You’re definitely not what I had imagined. Anyway, I’m Aria Steele, the Beta daughter and Travon’s best friend and just so you know, you’re not welcomed here...Do you understand?” She smirked before walking away. Athena couldn't say anything; there was nothing to say, so she withdrew her hand and continued moving on. As she did, she swore she overheard the two staff members who walked by say, “It's always been Miss Steele and the Alpha, she has no place here.”

Like he had so much to say yet didn't know where to start. ‎ ‎Madam Marissa stepped forward, standing between me and him, and turning to face Holly. "What is the meaning of this? Can you explain who this is?" ‎ ‎Holly expressed a deep frown, walking up to Nicholas. " T-this is Mr. Nicholas Grayson, the photographer who's going to take the shoot." She stammered to introduce and turned to face Nicholas." Mr. Grayson, I know you might want to build a friendly relation with Miss Hayes here, but please, let's keep things professional." She warned sternly.

"What are you talking about—" "I see the way everybody looks at you, and I know you enjoy the attention and everything. You have a reputation, Alex, and I'm sure you know that. I know I shouldn't be asking you this, I probably don't matter, after all I am nothing more than a property—" Heather paused to sniffle back tears. Her body was trembling, her words felt deeper than anything she's ever said before. "Those ladies are wealthy.... they're better...looking than I am. I can't help you in anyway, I just want to know how much time I have before you leave me for one of them—"

Leah walked into the café, ordered her usual, and sat in her favorite spot. After ten minutes of just sitting there not even touching her strawberries, she noticed that she wasn’t getting comfort from her favorite snack. That’s when she realized that she was depressed. Leah loved her clan, and she would do anything to protect them. But at what cost? Her freedom? Her happiness? This wasn’t fair. She would rather be getting to know Ray than worrying about how she was going to get herself out of mating with Theo Blackwell.

The same ping of regret I felt as she walked out of that diner tries to creep up on me but I make sure to smother it as soon as it catches up, because this is not the time to get soft. Like a real ice princess, even if melted around the edges, Katerina sits on the sofa next to her friend, nodding to the lawyers and the priest, whose name I keep forgetting and apologises to them for being late, blaming it all on her jet lag and the fact she’s still a bit off centre after the climate change and the long flight yesterday.

“Cry, single ladies and young misses. The well-known CEO Christopher Dixon, the most eligible and well-positioned bachelor in Forbes Magazine's rankings, is no longer single. His heart found an owner, who he kept hidden until we discovered the reason for this attitude. The owner of his heart is Saphira Green, a 27-year-old who started working as Christopher's PA at Dreams Came True, Advertising Inc. last year.

“Good thing we worked on your accent and body language. Now it’s time for you to step into your position as CEO of ABC Companies, under the Sullivan Empire.” I took the documents, narrowing my eyes at him. “I thought I told Father I wanted to keep a low profile. Why is he giving me this role so suddenly?” Lucas slipped his hands back into his pockets, his gaze unreadable. “The Duke believes you need this now. Besides, your identity will stay hidden. That’s why I gave you those files. Inside, you’ll find a list of trusted board members who know the truth—you’re the CEO of ABC. They’re all international executives under the Scott Empire. Yana is included. She’ll serve as your assistant.”

“I was the one who called your university, Katerina, and I was the one who made all the payments and transactions based on Nathan’s orders. Do you really believe that I would want to harm you in any way? Fucks sake, the man is your husband and whatever you’re getting from him is your right to have…” “And that is why everyone here sees me as a bloody gold digger” I snapped as tears fell from my eyes. Us standing out on the sidewalk only made passerby neighbors look at us. However, neither one of them dared to look twice after earning glares from Carter “you can withdraw whatever you or Nathan paid, I don’t care, I don’t want this…”

The woman raised her voice on me. "Stop, Gretchen." Mr. Bertrand stood up from his seat and walked towards me. "What's your name again, young lady?" "Dorothy, sir." "Dorothy, I want you to meet my wife, Gretchen." He introduced me to the woman I bumped into. So I was right. She is the mother of the Young Master. They indeed have similarities. Mr. Bertrand pointed the two who were sitting at the couch so they stood up. "That's Charmaine Heather, the lady's maid. She's the one who helps my wife dress, do her hair, and generally to look after my wife in any way that was needed." He pointed the lady who's just the same age as me.