Heather Nicholas Novels & Stories

Maverick said, rubbing his meaty thigh. I settled between his legs. He wrapped his arms around me. “What do you know about Heather?” Maverick started. My heart hammered in my chest. “N-Nothing. Aside from her being Heath’s sister.” “She is. She went to school in Daciana, because it has the best facilities. She’s an Alpha’s daughter.” “We didn’t run in the same social circles. I didn’t pay attention to your crowd, and I was invisible too,” I mumbled. “Hmm, Heather was my girlfriend. It was serious.”

“That old grinch says he can take care of Joshua Lynch. “Though, that old grinch only thinks of me as his daughter, and I can't become the new Mrs. Landry. Quick, help me come up with a plan.” Malcolm fell into silence for a moment, then snickered. “Heather, your taste is becoming more and more questionable. Are you willing to sleep with an old man like Charles Landry for riches and power?” Heather rolled her eyes and snapped, “What else am I supposed to do? Am I supposed to go back to Sea City and spend the rest of my life in poverty with Joseph and Natasha Gibson?

I smirked and ran my fingers through my already slightly disheveled hair and threw my head back. “Grace Heather,” I whispered to myself, the words tasting like victory. “Seems like fate wants me to own you.” Mathew frowned through his pain. “What? What do you mean?” I looked back at him and leaned in close. My voice dropped to a deadly murmur. “Your niece ….. she’s already mine. And now? So are you.” His eyes widened in horror. “No- wait- what do you- ” I straightened, nodding to Nicholas in the corner. “ Don’t end his life but Finish him slowly,” I said. “Make him regret every cent.”

Groggily, I reached for it, my mind still clouded with sleep. "Hello?" I answered, my voice thick with sleep. "Alpha Killian, it's Nicholas," came the urgent voice on the other end of the line. "I hate to wake you, but there's something you need to know." The mention of Nicholas's name immediately brought me to full alertness. "What is it? What's wrong?" "It's Dr. Hayes. She's on her way to the pack house," Nicholas explained, his voice filled with concern. My heart skipped a beat at the mention of Dr. Hayes's name. I had specifically said I wanted her to stay away from the pack house, and the fact that she was on her way here was just…

Emma Hart had been Nicholas Vance's executive assistant for eight years. That was 2,640 days of 5:30 AM wake-up calls. 1,185 meticulously organized business trips. 840 rejected blind dates arranged by his mother. 392 cups of coffee delivered at precisely 7:40 AM — two sugars, a dash of cream, stirred exactly six times counterclockwise. And one unforgettable Christmas Eve when she'd sat alone in the office until midnight, waiting for him to finish a merger, only for him to walk past her desk without saying goodbye.

THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION The characters, settings, and ideas in this work are purely fictional. Any resemblance is only a coincidence. THE HEIRESS: (Book 1: HER SECRET MISSION) ©plume alter (Ricki Ryce) Published on Goodnovel (2020). THE ORDEAL ∞≠∞ Tiffany was determined to join the brotherhood.

The street was glittering from the beautiful Christmas decorations that adore every house and shop. It must feel nice to belong to one of those happy families behind closed doors, sharing laughter and the holiday spirit with people who love and genuinely care for you. But here I was roaming the street with the hope of getting something to eat, even a dry bread at this moment would taste like chicken fries. I was alone, hungry, and homeless. My name is Rebecca Sally and I am sixteen years old. I have been homeless for the past nine months. My story is quite a depressing one, it's not your regular story of beautiful girls and boys falling in love or peeps that were born with magical powers.

Mira had given me something for the pain—some kind of herbal mixture that took the edge off without quite making me useless—but it wore off as the day went on. By late afternoon, when we finally stopped to make camp, I felt like I'd been beaten and left in the road. "You're doing well," a voice said beside me. I looked up to find a girl settling down next to me. She was taller than me, with dark hair pulled back in a practical braid and eyes that suggested she'd seen more of the world than her age would suggest. Her left leg was bandaged heavily from ankle to knee. "I haven't heard much complaining," she continued, offering me a bowl of stew. "My name's Dovette, by the way. I was training to

“We found her in the woods yesterday. We have her in a medically induced coma, but she’s alive.” The door opened as Nora stepped back inside. Heath quietly closed it before his body stiffened up. Heather turned around, shaking in fear. “Mate.” Heath whispered as he looked at her. “Well, fuck…” Jared had a smirk on his face. Heather was trembling beside me. “He is my beta and a good man. His name is Heath.” I whispered. Heath didn’t move but kept his eyes glued to Heather as she slowly approached him. No one spoke as we watched them. After falling into his arms, she cried harder.

Daisy Hunter muttered to herself as she swerved the car towards her home. Stepping out the door, she jams her door, the alarm system of the car reverberating through the whole neighborhood. Walking up the stairs to her apartment, her phone rang. 'My Love' The phone displayed. "Hello Seth." Daisy Hunter's voice is mellifluous as she walks up the stairs to her apartment. "Hi Daisy, how was your day at the office?" Seth Nathaniel said, his voice barely above whispers. "Great! Today was splendid…what about yours." Her voice was laced with curiosity.