Heather Wilkins Novels & Stories

"if it wasn't for Alpha here, I wouldn't be able to have this chance. I would have died a long time ago alone and cold. Out in the woods." I looked up at Brax, who stood there hiding his emotions. his hand grabbed mine, and I could feel that even now, he wasn't showing it. He was sad. brax left the room leaving me alone with the girl, i sat there listening to her story. I felt like I had to. She had been kicked out of her pack after they had beaten and abused her. She walked for days until she became too weak, collapsing to the ground. When she came to Brax was carrying her through the woods. He took her to the hospital, and when she was better, he gave her a place to live and a job, making

Heather POV "So you must be the accountant Casey is so fond of." Heather jolts up from her computer and sees a stunningly beautiful woman standing in the doorway. Heather wishes she did not know who the woman was, but Lucy had insisted on looking into Casey's past in the tabloids and had seen plenty of pictures of him with this woman: his ex-girlfriend Meredith Dillon. "I am an accountant and I work for Casey. You can call me Heather. May I help you with something?" Heather responds, hoping this encounter will be over quickly.

“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.”

Anna exclaimed happily. Meanwhile, they had choked me to such a degree that my face had gone red. The handbook listed the house assigned to each player. Everyone else had roommates or companions, while I was the only one assigned to live alone. My handbook was the only one left behind after everyone else had their pick, after all. Anna smirked, clearly finding the whole thing quite amusing. "Wow, you really are unlucky, Sylvia. How about this? If you become my watchdog, I'll do the honors of making a doghouse for you out of rocks myself!"

“They’re online, I think they also have a walk-in store but I’ve never been there, I can give you the-“ “Great, what’s your handle? I’m QueenHeather, not the underscore, the user with an underscore isn’t me, I’ve been trying to get that page taken down for ever if you know what I mean?” She rolled her eyes letting out a groan “Be a sweetie and report the account for me if you have the time” she added with a wink. Flashing her phone Heather asked “What’s your handle, I’ll follow you right now” her fingers poised to key in my ID.

The woman raised her voice on me. "Stop, Gretchen." Mr. Bertrand stood up from his seat and walked towards me. "What's your name again, young lady?" "Dorothy, sir." "Dorothy, I want you to meet my wife, Gretchen." He introduced me to the woman I bumped into. So I was right. She is the mother of the Young Master. They indeed have similarities. Mr. Bertrand pointed the two who were sitting at the couch so they stood up. "That's Charmaine Heather, the lady's maid. She's the one who helps my wife dress, do her hair, and generally to look after my wife in any way that was needed." He pointed the lady who's just the same age as me.