Heather Wilkins Novels & Stories

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.”

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.

I walked away leaving the aging man to his thoughts. "You don't have to fight it heather, I know you're better than this.... ho fiducia in te...." Joshua sank on his chair, recalling old memories. Heather was a changed person now, and there was no going back. She was never going to forgive him and it was final. If only her mum was alive, things would have made sense a little. Probably... a .....little better. * * * * * Heather, a young girl of 19 went up the stage to receive her degree. Her blonde hair bouncing around as she went up the stairs. She was light skinned, tall and walked in a very elegant way. One could even call her a model, with how coordinated her movements were.

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.

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,

The moment the young woman stepped out, every eye turned toward her. Up on the northwest wall, the exhausted female soldier forced herself up from the ground. Limping, she made her way toward them step by step. "I'm Maisie Willis, deputy director of West Sea Base. And you are…?" Hayley's gaze settled on her. "Hayley Reid of Haylight League." The name hit like a spark. Everyone around them lit up instantly. Haylight League. She was the leader they had only heard about in stories.

Heather turned to look at the screen, her complexion instantly paling as she stood there, paralyzed by shock and fear. In the meantime, the audience whispered among themselves, their gazes toward her filled with contempt, judgment, mockery, and curiosity. They didn't even take the time to look at the photos on the screen, though, which clearly showed signs of being AI-generated. I hadn't even started to defend Heather when Sylvia suddenly stepped onto the stage and pointed her finger at me. "Have you lost your mind, Kayla? Heather is only 16 years old! How could you let her go after an old, married man like that?