Heather Tdi Fanart Novels & Stories

"Hmm, let me think. Should I take embarrassing screenshots and send them to all my friends? Or should I be the supportive, uhm, friend? And cheer you on?" Heather couldn't contain her laughter. "Ha! I knew it! You'd be the ultimate troll." Atlas laughed along with her, his eyes filled with warmth. "You've got me all figured out, Heather. But you know what? I'll be your biggest fan and your number one critic." Heather's teasing demeanor softened as she looked into Atlas' eyes. "You're something else, you know that?" With a gentle smile, Atlas leaned in a bit closer. "And you're something extraordinary, Heather. That's why I like you."

He then buffed his chest proudly and punched it as he bragged, “That’s right. I am Kaiser Conrad, the one and only blacksmith of Maplewood.” He’s a 3D painter, actually. However, the part of him stating that he’s a blacksmith has a slight truth in it. Kaiser specialize in creating arts with a 3D pens of weapons from fantasy series and animations. A few days ago while I randomly scrolled the I*, I saw him posting about his creations of the hilt of a swrord in his I* story. The design itself piqued my interest, that’s why I immediately contacted him and asked him whether he took commissions or not. Fortunately he’s open for comission only for me because he’s in a mood to create something. I re

"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

Thunders can be heard. "A Heatherian never leaves their own kind behind!" Ms. Anthea shouted. "WE ARE HEATHERIANS! WE FIGHT WITH ALL OUR MIGHT! WE WON'T LET YOU RISE UP HIGH! UNTIL WE DIE!" Everyone shouted at once before attacking. "Yow guys!" Both Drake and I looked up. There we saw the princes and princesses, riding their creatures made of their charms. "Hop on!" Said by Prince Neo, who's riding a fire dragon. I reached for his hand and rode behind him. "Hold tight!" He said and patted his fire dragon. It spread its wings and flew away.

Casey loves seeing her so vibrant and free. They are both dressed casually, wearing jeans. While Casey chose to wear a dark blue long-sleeved henley, Heather decided to show her team spirit by wearing a t-shirt with the Celtics logo emblazoned on her chest. Every time she stands up to cheer, the shirt rides up a bit, exposing her midriff's soft, pale skin. Casey knew Heather was beautiful, but tonight he cannot get over how sexy he found her. During halftime, in an effort to distract himself from his growing attraction, he asks Heather how she became such a die-hard fan.