Heather Wilkins Novels & Stories

“And although I don’t really care if you want to be an annoyance to the people around you just because you think they owe you the world, I think you need to wake up from dreaming honey this world owes you shit just because you knew how to look cute when you’re a child.” Heather looked like a second away from punching me, “Who do you think you are?” “Me? I’m Elena, I would say nice to meet you,” I started with a neutral voice, “But seeing you’re an A-class bitch I would rather not associate with you.” Despite the confidence of my words, in reality, I was trembling inside, Heather was a very intimidating figure in the past, I tried not to get in her way as much as I could and with my position

and turned the screen toward me. "I found three possibilities," she said, pointing at her screen. "One is Katherine Williams, a famous athlete who dated a British royal. Another is Katherine Astor, daughter of some tech billionaire who's known for her designer bag collection." "And the third?" I asked, my heart beating faster. "Katherine Sinclair." "Who's Katherine Sinclair?" I leaned closer, trying to see the screen. "Let me check..." Hazel scrolled through the page and then clicked on a photo attachment. "Boom. Got a picture."

“So what’s this about? You don’t barge into my studio just to annoy me.” “You’re right.” She lifted her iPad, tapping it once. “I came to tell you your Vixen’s been chosen for the Bad Habit video.” I didn’t look up from the soundboard. “Good for her.” Heather gave me a knowing look. “You might wanna care about this one.” “Why?” She hit play before answering. The screen lit up with the audition footage. Some woman, dark-haired, in a crop top that hugged her full breasts like a second skin and a skirt so short it rode up with every shift, barely covering the curve of her ass.

Angry that Nathan had accepted Tehilla's flowers, Hilda sneaked off after lunch to go take a walk. On her walk, she noticed a group of actors and actresses acting. She took a peek at the lead actress and noticed it was Juliana Hawkins, who landed herself the role. She recalled Nathan telling her about Juliana being in the same hotel as he was in earlier. After she signed up with the Clemon Group Management Studio she had became the lead actress of a film.

… After freshening up and changing, Heather went downstairs. Walking down the stairs, she saw Mrs. Elkin sitting on the sofa, sipping tea. She was dressed in a light purple dress, and her long hair was styled into an elegant bun. The emerald earrings and bracelets she wore were of the highest quality, giving her a refined, noble aura. Her figure was still slim and well-maintained. Her face showed only the faintest signs of age. Her skin was fair, and she looked younger than Winnie by a few years.

The one everyone in this mansion seemed to wear whenever I mentioned it. A sigh escaped me. “Let me guess, you want to tell me that they’re not lying, and I really am Elara Williams,” I said quietly. Her eyes lifted to meet mine, a brief silence stretching between us. Then she offered me the gentlest smile. “I think…” She adjusted the towel over her arm. “…you should think whatever brings you peace for now, Miss Heather.” It wasn’t exactly a denial, but it wasn’t an answer either. Rolling my eyes, I leaned back against the tub.

She shouted. The people in the Hellos Kingdom mourned the suicidal death of their Queen. Because Thalia was the second blood of the Herlom family, the head adviser of the said kingdom proclaimed her to be the acting queen since her daughter Hydra was still incompetent to be on the throne because of her age matter. "Hail be the queen!" All of them bowed and kneeled as the senior adviser Walter place the crown on her head. Thalia gets what she wanted. She ruled the Hellos Kingdom for seventeen years. Because of her illness, she died at 38. Princess Hydra was soon declared as the new Queen of the Kingdom. People again was so happy that the real queen was now sitting on the throne.

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

Daisy Hunter is packing her bags to retire home. Stepping out the door was Wade Roberto,"Daisy Hunter, remember it's twenty billion dollars." He muttered and blew kisses in the air and left the office. Daisy Hunter stared askance at him as her thoughts raced. 'Why did Wade Roberto choose me out of all the ladies at the office?' 'Why would he be offering such a huge amount of money for a two year marriage contract?' This and many more thoughts raced through the mind of Daisy Hunter as if she had stepped into a convoluted maze with no clear path forward.