Heather The Ex-files Novels & Stories

Instead of running, I decided to hide behind the carousel. "You know, Effie. If only you had liked my cousin and dated him, nothing would have happened," Heather said. I crouched down in one of the seats. "I thought you would exorcist his gayness, but you can't. You can't take out the gay in anybody. While I was in solidarity, I made out with one of the young female nurses to sneak in some drugs that could get me high. And guess what? I took some, and I'm feeling great!" She laughs wickedly. I exhale, trying to keep myself warm, rubbing my arms. I'm still freezing from being cooped up inside a giant freezer I never thought I would get out of.

Delicate Heather hosts one last time. “They all say they're innocent. They plead their innocence up to the very last minute, but these files are signed by several people. Everyone knows how these work and yet so many people are still committing henious crimes.” Caleb takes a step towards my side. I suddenly realize he is going to take the hit.

Just as I near the door to our chambers, I catch sight of a familiar figure slipping out of our chambers. Heather! What was she doing in there... with Tedmold? She steps outside and immediately closes the door behind her. Thankfully, she doesn't glance back but instead hurries away down the hall, disappearing down the stairs. Betrayal twist in my chest like a knife. What if she’d been here to strike some secret deal with Tedmold? To arrange my death? But I'm I not offering Tedmold a wish, what more could she offer him that is more valuable than my wish? Nothing.

I realize that I feel sick to my stomach. How could anyone do that? The more pressing question is why? He’s a successful man with a good job and a bright future ahead of him. Is this some sort of fetish? Does he get off to this kind of shit? Heather flicks through all the pictures she has taken. As she goes on, I start to see women coming in and out of the rooms. Some of them are fully clothed. Some of them are naked. Some of them are doing intimate things with partners. Some of them are doing sexual things alone.

“If it’s about the merger, Ethan has the documents—” “Ethan isn’t here,” Adrian cut in. “Heather isn’t either. Your new secretary said they’re both out. ‘Attending to issues outside the office.’ That’s what they said.” He said the last part with air quotes, like he didn’t believe it. Of course they’re out. Ethan’s at the bank trying to stop Phillips from freezing our assets. Heather’s at the press office killing another headline. They’d texted me 20 minutes ago: Out. Back by 9. Don’t talk to anyone alone.

“Err. Not that I've heard of, but if he's seeing someone, wouldn't that information already be available online?” “True. It's just that he is—” Heather’s phone began to ring. “Oh. Excuse me.” She answered the phone. “Yes. Daddy, I've arrived at the hospital. I will be right there.” She hung up the phone and gave Emma a quick look. "We should talk later. I have a catalog with your contact information on it. I will give you a call then. Bye for now, Miss Facer.”

I let out with full trust in her. “Now speak,” I turned back to Nathan. Although he still had that hesitant look in his eyes, he had no other choice but to open up. “I didn't hear much, boss, but one thing I know is your brother Alec has some big plans coming. There are no doubts too that Caleb is part of it since he wants him to take over the company,” Nathan briefed. I nodded slowly. “And what about her—my stepmother?” He let out a heavy sigh. “No one has heard from her, but they say Alec had sent her out of the States for treatment.”

ONE “Keep reading, Athena.” Alpha James gestured to his daughter, his voice laced with sadness. “...The Nightshade Pack hereby surrenders to the Silver Moon Pack, as of today. Renouncing all claims to our territory.” Athena paused, her brows furrowing and her jaw clenching in anger. “We also submit our titles, including those of Alpha…and Alpha heir…” She choked on her words, swallowing hard as she fought back tears.

“I am preventing escalation. Silverveil harbors what is ours. Silverveil has interfered with our internal structure. Silverveil—” “Silverveil protected a hunted wolf and an injured woman who were bleeding on our porch when you left them to rot,” Heather said, bright and vicious. Eyes snapped to her. Heather smiled sweetly, like she wasn’t holding a blade behind that smile. She tilted her head, braid slipping over her shoulder. “Hi,” she chirped. “Heather of Silverveil. You might remember me from such performances as ‘try that again and I’ll make you swallow your teeth.’ Just wanted to introduce myself, since we’re all being so polite.”