Heather Wilkins Novels & Stories

he said on a serious note. I was conflicted, but something deep down let me know he was telling me the truth and that it was best to have him as a confidant than as an enemy, so I opted to speak. "My name is Scarlett Vladislav. The last of the Vladislavs. Because I was wolfless, my father's Beta sold me to my mates. They took the south from me and maltreated me. Things got better between us, until a Merchant called Gregory Olsen from the west slept on my bed. I did not know how he got there because I was drugged. He claimed we had relations, but I knew he was lying. I was tried for infidelity and found guilty. I was stripped of my title as Luna of the north and south and sentenced to three y

The street was glittering from the beautiful Christmas decorations that adore every house and shop. It must feel nice to belong to one of those happy families behind closed doors, sharing laughter and the holiday spirit with people who love and genuinely care for you. But here I was roaming the street with the hope of getting something to eat, even a dry bread at this moment would taste like chicken fries. I was alone, hungry, and homeless. My name is Rebecca Sally and I am sixteen years old. I have been homeless for the past nine months. My story is quite a depressing one, it's not your regular story of beautiful girls and boys falling in love or peeps that were born with magical powers.

She excitedly tells me, her strawberry blonde curls bouncing around her heart shaped face. Christine is really a lovely lady. She is short, probably barely five feet tall, and dainty. Her facial expressions are quite entertaining, her freckled nose crinkled up and it wouldn’t take an empath to tell that what she was thinking about was icky. Confused, I gawk at her. “Warrior?” I ask. “Yeah, Bobby Ray told me that Deputy Scott found your camera and there was a video of you kicking the shit out of those two guys.” She explains.

Hailey asked nervously as Eliza did not say a word. “...That’s not it.” Skyler let out a breath of relief. “I knew it. President Jewell has such a tall and broad figure. He can’t possibly have bad skills.” Eliza’s head hurt so much that she did not want to talk. She took out her phone and went into Facebook. In less than half an hour, the news about Stuart had dropped to the tenths on the list of trending topics, while Heather’s hot search was in first place. The netizens had thoroughly dug out everything about Heather, including the news about her seducing other people’s boyfriends when she was studying. Some people also said that she used to be a hostess.

Chapter 3 Kate’s POV Getting dressed in my cocktail dress, with the perfectly matching necklace from Lily, I slip my black flats on before looking in the mirror. I rarely wore heels – they weren’t practical for me and truthfully, I was a bit clutzy in them. As amazing as my wolf was, we could not conquer heels just yet. My hair was smooth and straight for the evening’s party. With minimal makeup – mascara and lip gloss - I was ready to go. At 5’11” I was taller than the average girl my age but attributed that to my Alpha heritage.

But the burn didn’t ease the knot in his chest. The news flashed on TV. “In breaking news, the missing Hartman heiress has been found alive after twenty-three years…” Adrian froze. The screen showed Evelyn stepping from a black car, surrounded by cameras. “She’s the missing Hartman heiress,” he whispered. Charlotte paled. “That’s impossible.” Adrian barely heard her. Every cruel word he’d thrown at Evelyn echoed in his head. He’d called her a gold digger, said she didn’t belong. Now she was the richest woman in New York.

My name is Asher Smith CEO of Ash group of companies the number one top manufacturing company in New York and all over the country you can call me a mega Billionaire and that is why I don't want to be tied down with b**ches who only comes to me because of my money and how I handle them in bed. The b**ch my step mother brought is not exclusive and will I say she is the worst. I wonder where my stepmother got heard from, who even made her think she can boss over my workers with her so-called title of a fiancee and always wearing skimpy dresses exposing an unattractive boobs thinking I will fall for that, she's not even my type. I picked up my car keys and left the office to the beach the beach

‘What do I do Mom? ‘Move on with your life. He's not worth it' ‘I can't let Kathleen win!!' Helena's attention was finally called as her left brow perked up, ‘Who is Kathleen??' Charisse smiled mischievously, if there was one thing her mother hated, it was competition of any sort, ‘Her name's Kathleen Turner, she's Grayson's assistant and she's responsible for our breakup'. *********

Ingrate. "Welcome, Mr Harrell, it's amazing to have you here", she outstretched a hand expectantly. Before I could, Amara shook it. "Yeah, nice to meet you, I'm Mrs Sophie Sanders Harrell, you get the concept?", she explained. He almost laughed at her jealousy. Obviously, she had no idea how much he loved her and how he lived for her. The restaurant was dedicated to her, Sophie Sanders Harrell(SSH). It was her wedding present. He would let her know when they get married.

He browsed a lady's profile then extended it back to them. Wilson scrolled down the lady's profile, he found out she was a model. “Greta Christopher” “She's currently in Sydney. You should have a partnership with her or recruit her as a part . Age: thirty years old. Net worth, $300 millon.” By hearing her net worth Wilson had picked an interest in her, moreover she was a ravishing beauty. He found a reason to hire another model and Greta was the right bait. “But Henrietta is your ex wife. Your mother did everything to get her the crown she has now.”