Heather Tdi Novels & Stories

We all stood up and bowed to show our respect. "Today, we found out that one of your schoolmates, one of the students of Heather Academy, is a member of the black kingdom. We don't know what their motive was, but there's one thing I'm sure of, she was sent to spy on us. " Introduction by Ms. Anthea. Everyone listening was quiet and serious. As for me, I tried to track Cassie. I'm sure there's something on her that can help me. Be it a ring or a necklace, even blood, as long as anything that can connect me and him.

That's why her whitestone rose up first. Lady Eleanor turned to the second stone. "And the other initial is… T.D." For a heartbeat, the world seems to have stopped. Shocked, loud murmurs erupt around the hall. Holy little baby Jesus! Tedmod? Prince Tedmod? The black sheep? Did Heather just get matched with the unwanted prince Tedmond! Heather’s confident smirk withers in slow motion, her jaw dropping so wide you half expect a bird to fly in. "N-no. No, that’s… that’s not… this isn’t possible!” she stammers, voice cracking halfway through each word.

She grabbed her phone and unlocked it to reveal Adrian's text on Whats**p. Adrian: [Hey, tigress.] Heather blushed at the name. Adrian had begun to call that because of her feisty nature. A smile crossed her lips. She ran a hand through her bouncy curls and replied. Heather: [Hi hi.] Adrian: [What are you up to?] Heather: [In bed. About to sleep. You??] Adrian: [What are you wearing?] Heather's heart skipped a beat because she wasn't wearing anything at the moment.

Reed POV The sound of the patio door opening followed by the mouthwatering scent of roasted walnuts had us both turning to see Heather exiting the cabin. She is wearing a knee-length loose-fitting dark purple skirt with a white chop halter top. Her hair is down and still damp from her shower. The small amounts of water that are dripping from her hair are causing her white top to become see-through in places. No bra again, she really is going to be the death of me. I know I should stop staring, but how can you when there is someone this perfect standing in front of you. “Is there anything I can help with?” The sound of her sweet voice pulls both Lucas and I out of thoughts.

Heather had always been dissatisfied with Hailey, as Cassidy had convinced her that Hailey was a pretentious person. Seeing Hailey gain so much attention among their peers only fueled Heather's anger and annoyance. When she noticed Hailey and Tara approaching, she bypassed Cassidy, who was beside her, knowing that Cassidy would try to stop her, and walked straight up to Hailey to confront her. Hailey paused slightly upon seeing her, as she didn't recognize Heather, but she could tell from the expression on her face that she wasn't approaching for a friendly chat.

Heather looked downright pissed. She just came into the room complaining and whining without even actually looking at anyone. “Ugh, mother, I’ve been calling for you for minutes now. Stupid Priscilla forgot to bring my second gown change and she said she asked Cindy to do it, but I can’t freaking find her. Where is everyone?!” Did she just say Cindy? Should I let her know where her best friend’s actual whereabouts really was? It was only when she looked up and saw us did she stop to process what was happening.

“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.

"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—"

She has always lived as Chantal's shadow so she never got to feel like she is from one of the wealthy families. Heather and Diana have gotten along well together since High School so they decided to share an apartment as they studied at Henhall University, one of the top universities in the country. They have studied different courses in College, Heather earned a Criminology degree and Diana earned a Medical Technology degree. They shared a few similar subjects back in College so they pretty much can understand each other's work lives. Heather knows all too well how the Winchester Family treats Diana, they treat her as not less than an orphan. "Cheer up. Don't let yourself get affected by th

They were all chatty, telling me they were down from Sydney for a few days. Looking around at their camp, at least one of them was an experienced camper, and when I commented on this, a tall, dark-haired woman with a wonderful smile introduced herself as Heather and said that she was the one. Heather was wearing shorts and a T-shirt that were just a bit too tight, highlighting her long legs and curves nicely. She introduced me to the others: Sandy, a shortish woman with short, dirty hair, again wearing shorts but with a bikini top instead of a shirt. Where I could guess what Heather’s breasts looked like, Sandy’s were proudly on display.