Heather Wilkins Novels & Stories

I'd buried him in the sand six years back, and fuck if he didn't try to poke his ugly head up from time to time. "Kendal, this is Heather Turner. She's from UCLA and has been highly recommended for this new spot with us. You'll be her mentor until she gets her feet wet." He moved back, and I nearly choked. Not only was she ten steps past gorgeous, but I didn't need an introduction at all. Heather was the vice president of the sister-sorority that partied right alongside the Kappa's back in college. The number of times Damon and I had taken turns fucking the woman was embarrassing. My luck couldn't have gotten any worse.

Mira had given me something for the pain—some kind of herbal mixture that took the edge off without quite making me useless—but it wore off as the day went on. By late afternoon, when we finally stopped to make camp, I felt like I'd been beaten and left in the road. "You're doing well," a voice said beside me. I looked up to find a girl settling down next to me. She was taller than me, with dark hair pulled back in a practical braid and eyes that suggested she'd seen more of the world than her age would suggest. Her left leg was bandaged heavily from ankle to knee. "I haven't heard much complaining," she continued, offering me a bowl of stew. "My name's Dovette, by the way. I was training to

“I told her to stay close to us, but she wouldn’t listen! “Still, she’s the real heiress. We should search for her, dead or alive.” Someone grumbled, “Why bother? She signed a waiver. If she’s dead, it’s her own fault.” “Who told her to join a wilderness survival competition when she knows nothing? She even ran deep into the mountains! Even if she hasn’t starved to death yet, a venomous snake would have killed her. Let’s not look for trouble.” “Exactly! With this blizzard outside, even if she somehow survived, she’d die eventually. Let’s just stockpile supplies for winter.”

The news anchor’s voice rang out: "Suzanne Smith, a renowned actress and heiress to the Smith Empire in Canada, has resurfaced after years of seclusion from the business world. She has announced the launch of the groundbreaking self-driving car project, Medal Cars, which has already gained approval from the most powerful businessmen worldwide. This marks a new era in AI-driven transportation." Their hands dropped from each other’s hair as they stared in stunned silence. Beatrice’s mouth fell open. "Suzanne… was an heiress to a powerful family?" she whispered, her voice trembling.

Heather knew the rich and powerful had their means of digging out the truth, so she wasn't caught off-guard by Wanda's question. Over 20 years ago, while Heather had been a student in Ravenwell, she'd heard of even more shocking scandals—like families selling their daughters to older, powerful men to secure their position in the social hierarchy. Thinking more scandalous things had happened among the rich and powerful, Heather made no effort to deny her wrongdoing. Wanda immediately pulled her hand away from Heather's. "It's no wonder Bev's health is in such terrible state. She's had to endure your nonsense and your son's tomfoolery!"

"Yes, coffee. Please, everyone, enjoy the coffee." Carissa took a sip of her coffee, just enough to mask the smile tugging at her lips. She suddenly found Helen rather interesting—indeed, the older woman was haughty, unreasonable, and fond of showing off, but there was a certain straightforwardness in her demeanor that made her more bearable. Meanwhile, Heather sat there, wooden and silent throughout. She felt anxious, especially in Northwatch Estate, which reminded her of how well her elder sister used to treat her. After Melanie's death, Heather had treated Carissa so poorly.

NEXT CHAPTER Leah rolled her eyes and twitched her nose in a sheepish style as she brought out her device, turning it on and allowing the device to load as she turned her modem on while clicking on the search bar of her web browser. She hasn’t even imputed the correct details in the search engine when the suggestions began popping up. She clicked on one of it as she shone widely at the information it brought out, she really couldn’t believe it. The son of the great Barrington techits was Carlisle Smith who in turn was the man who just rescued them, she looked over Bianca who was lying at the couch before her, and she really could tell that she was in for a good ride with this man if she coul

After a pause, she continued, “By the way, do you think you can replace me after attending a few boring dinners and talking to a few useless people? Hannah Riggs, you’re way too naive! Do you think that’s all I can do? If that’s true, I couldn’t have gotten to where I am today, and the Riggs family would not have the wealth we possess today!” “Then you…” Hannah widened her eyes, obviously convinced by Heather’s words by now. There was just one thing she did not understand. ‘She wasn’t in good health recently, and it didn’t look like she was acting at all.’ “Do you like the show I put up for you?” Heather took a deep breath and pressed one hand on the bed’s frame. When she tightened her grip,

And also some scenes are not suitable for young audiences as it contains violence and sexual scenes! Synopsis If there is a word ‘bad’ in this world there is also a ‘badass’, and she was named Millicent Jaiyana Hepburn. Millicent Jaiyana or Millijay is feared by many. No one can stand on her way. No one can stop her and everyone must follow her biddings. She is the one that anyone can’t control for she is the heiress of the successful and popular communication company. But everything changes and turns out to be a roller coaster ride when her mother found out the bad things she did in her college school. Because of her mother’s wrath, she was sent to the Carter’s Group of Companies to be a se