Heather The Ex-files Novels & Stories

Heath had to admit she stuck to her story well and wondered if she could continue with it after all this time. When he got into work the next morning, Parker was there waiting with a file. “It appears the personnel files are still in paper format. So, last night, I had the head of HR assist me in finding her file. I took the liberty of looking at the file, and I hope you don’t mind. There’s a list of things that popped out at me, and I sent you a message with links to her social media accounts. Most are private, but the few with photographs are at the top. I recommend you look at them when you look at her file. It’s enlightening, especially if you then look in the mirror or have a childhood

Heather delights in threatening Meredith and watching her eyes widen in fear. "How dare you!" Meredith screams. "You have no right to talk about my father! You know nothing about what is going on here. You are so far over your head you should be trembling in fear. If you don't leave this company there will be hell to pay," her tirade continues. Heather refuses to back down now. She knows she cannot reveal the extent of her investigation, but she will not be pushed out of the company by her boyfriend's ex-girlfriend.

“Let’s see what you’re hiding, Berry!” With lust flickering in her pea-green orbs, she opened the first folder. She wolf-whistled once she realized it was the Skipper’s files. She flicked through the pages to find Berry’s document, not even daring to scan the other Skippers’ data. “Aha!” Berry’s records have his picture in it, but Z’s heart clenched when she’d seen his full name: Berry Sylvania Heather. She stared to nothingness for a while, her lips wide open.

But in doing so… She’d also awakened monsters. Chapter Thirty-Eight: The Fall It started with a whisper. By morning, it had become wildfire. A video. Grainy. Shaky. Darkened corners of bedrooms, muffled voices, slurred confessions. A face—Helena’s—superimposed in scenes that weren’t hers. Her name stamped in the file title: HELENA_EXPOSED. Within minutes of it being uploaded to a private student chat, it had already reached hundreds.

He was certain the Vampire was chuckling to himself as he headed for the nearest exit. “Heather!” He couldn’t turn his head to see her, but through Dax’s IAC, he could glimpse her face as his friend took off running after the brute who was carrying him off like he was Donkey Kong claiming Princess Peach. Heather was concentrating so hard, her face was scrunched up, and her lips were moving rapidly, repeating the same thing over and over. He imagined it had something to do with a shield.

“You know my tastes happen to be with older women and well…Nina is just a kid in my eyes.” “Well, I’m just warning ya, boss.” Now, let’s change the topic. “By the way, I was wondering why Heather disappeared during your birthday.” Yu frowns. “Heather has some unfinished business with her former clients. It’s confidential but she will be returning in maybe a week or two.” “Ah, I thought she was running away from me,” I chuckle. “You think so?” Yu, who has always been so serious, couldn’t understand my humor sometimes.

Heather pulled her father down the stairs and into the office where the bones were stored. “Now, you listen to me, and you listen well. I am stressed out beyond belief, but I’m good with that. That woman is your mate, my mother. I’ve walked in your footsteps all my life, not hers. Your only pup is female. Get over it. I’m a healer and you know it. This practice won’t shut down if you leave for a few days, or weeks, or even months.” Heather was so furious that she had to battle her fangs dropping as she spoke. She needed to pause in the middle of her outburst.

I added and he bowed a little before leaving for he job. After being disheartened for so many dead ends, I finally find someone that might help me find her. I retreated to the Penthouse grab some things and get to clear my mind at the city's edge, needing to breathe air unsullied by humanity's stench. My warriors' reports painted a grim portrait - Heather had disappeared entirely months ago with scarce a trace left behind. But surrender was not in my blood. I would keep hunting until my last breath.

Heather closed her luggage bag and placed it by the door. Luna followed her and gave her a curious look. "Remember Anne Sinclair?" Heather paused. Anne? It had been some time since she last heard that name. As far as she remembered, Anne had returned to Mericia with her ex-husband, Jacob Horton. She never bothered asking what happened to her after that. Luna tapped on her phone and pulled up some entertainment news from Mericia. "She miscarried." Heather widened her eyes. After scanning the article, she found out that Anne hadn't had a great time with her ex-husband in Mericia.