Heather Wilkins Novels & Stories

I grin, feeling super good about my small achievement. “Awesome. Are you working tonight?” “Yep, Dax asked if I could sing a few songs.” “Excellent. I was hoping Modus Grace was playing tonight” She laughs again, her face turning pink, “So what’s going on between you and Dax?” I roll my eyes, “Nothing. I think Dax has the hots for Sally.” “The dog walker?” She asks incredulously “She’s not just a dog walker.” I say, annoyed, “She’s also a trainer and carer. She helped with certifying Benny.”

Unless. "Alpha Grayson."

She then read the words again. “Hea…Heather?...” He brows creased. Out of the blue, a scene passed by her view, rendering her to flinch. It was her memory of the time she jumped down the building. She remembered it vividly when a guy called her Heather before everything went black. But, what is the correlation between Heather and her? Why was this name is etched on a flesh and why is she inside this almost destroyed space? The ground shook, premoniting the coming of a fall. Elaine had no time to ponder more about it, yet she need more time to guess. Before the rubble of flesh again fell on her for the third time, she loudly announced a random sentence on a flesh.

That blurry picture he had of Summer was his wallpaper. "It's clearly her!" he said firmly. "Hey, who was that girl?" Terrence had only caught pieces of the incident and didn't really know who was involved. "Oh, if it isn't Mr. Dincht! What a coincidence! Were you here for some fun, too?" Someone recognized him. "I was. Who was that woman just now?" Terrence didn't recognize the other person at all. "You don't know? That was the sole heiress of the famous Hartford Group, the only daughter of the great actress Kristen Woods, Summer Hartford."

“I don’t want you to be part of any of this, it’s full of melancholy” “What about Helena?” “What about her?” Killian asked and grab the water on the table. “She has a baby, five years old too” Heather said slowly while Killian was twisting up the cover of the plastic water “Are you gonna drink that here?” “This place is kind of quiet and cool. We can stay here all day” he smiled and the waitress approached their table, holding a clean goblet. “Is that a goblet?” “Thank you very much” Heather smiled to the young girl and she walked away.

Heather was apparently sending a message on her watch and she started her Mercedes from across the lot with her key fob. “I love your purse,” began Leila to catch the woman’s attention, “I’m Leila Dupree. I work at the Stillwater Bar.” “Thanks, its Coach. Got it in Manhattan last month. I know who you are. The men in this town act like Cave Men anytime someone new moves here. Well someone with breasts and less than fifty years old that is. I’m Heather Derringer if you don’t know. My daddy owns the steel plant.” Oh, mystery solved already. But it still didn’t fully explain why Heather was screwing a middle class, middle aged guy like Gary. Maybe Gary was a freak between the sheets or had a ma

Gregory said, his voice heavy with admonition. Heather's laughter brimmed with scorn. "Gregory, Eli is just like you, a fool for love. You couldn't let go of your own obsession. Why should I be expected to let go of Eli?" Heather rose to her feet. She wore a tailored white dress that wrapped her figure with understated elegance, her silver hair styled to perfection. She carried herself with a poised, commanding presence that made it impossible to guess she was in her 70s. "Gregory, if there's nothing else, don't come here. You're not welcome."

Heather pointed to the empty seat beside her, indicating for Thaddeus to come over. Thaddeus pulled out a chair. He glanced at the unfamiliar woman on the other side, then pulled Sasha over and seated her before taking the seat beside Heather. "Ted, let me introduce you. This is Wren from the Sullivans. You young people should have common topics to chat about." Upon hearing Heather's introduction, Wren greeted Thaddeus proactively. "Mr. Holt, I heard that your new collection for this season is out. Can I take a look?"

All eyes turned to the woman who had just stepped out onto the back deck. Heather. She wore white jeans, a white jacket, and a bright yellow top, with not a hint of Abby’s signature pink anywhere on her. He watched as Abby lifted her head, a hopeful look on her face, and then the sadness he saw as she realized her mother hadn’t done the one thing she’d asked. In a sea of every shade of pink imaginable, Heather stood out like a sore thumb which was probably her intention. Heather hated it when anyone else was in the spotlight, even if that other person was her daughter.

"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—"