Heather X Astrid Novels & Stories

She’s pulled her hair back in a ponytail and changed into a pair of jeans and a long-sleeved shirt, and even dressed down she’s frustratingly beautiful. “You ready to go?” I ask, eyeing her attire as I approach. She isn’t exactly dressed for a workout with the squad. “Huh?” Astrid looks up at me, blinking those big brown doe-eyes of hers. “I’m not going to the complex this morning.” I frown, furrowing my brow. “Why not?” Astrid sighs, lifting her hands from her laptop keyboard and leaning back. “Brooke and Theo are picking me up to take me to Summervale, remember? More members of my pack are arriving this morning.”

Or the worst possibility is that l might die, which I strongly hoped it didn’t happen. She saw me jumping down to her, and I again witnessed a moment that rendered me to fall speechless—it was the moment where her supposedly dull face gleamed brightly the moment the thunder roared. Her pale face looks porcelain—free from any unwanted organisms. Apart from the severe eyebag that she tried to hide with some makeup—which, got washed away by th heavy droplets—the features of her face is perfect. As if, she’s someone non-existent. “Heather…” A word inadvertently escaped my still lips, unknowingly admired her beauty the time where she looked the most alive—in the moment where she almost ended her

He struggled to go to his room, but couldn't, it was the first time his heat was so painful, his heart was beating so fast he thought he was having a heart attack. Max was assaulted in his room by Trevor's pheromones, the smell was so good he had lost his ability to think and was already standing outside of his door, ready to meet the beautiful Omega waiting for him. This natural attraction was a new feeling to him, so he didn't really know how to fight it.

“What about you, are you all from here?” “We are,” she replies, gesturing to herself and the twins. “Astrid’s from Denver.” My brows shoot up. “Oh yeah?” The puzzle pieces click together in my mind. Now I know why her name sounded familiar- she’s from Denver. She’s the sister of the alpha there, the seer that Xavier was after. I glance up at her nervously, wondering how much she already knows about me from her abilities. I make a mental note to keep my distance.

The Starbucks was getting crowded, and they both felt like leaving. "Oh, yes! Sure, your driving is pretty fast," Heather teased. "Where to?" Atlas inquired as they made their way out of Starbucks toward his parked car. "I'm going to audition," Heather revealed to him as they walked. "For what?" "An audition, duh! To become an actress! Kathryn Bernardo, Anne Curtis, Liza Soberano, and then me! I'm next!" "It's free to dream, right?" Atlas playfully teased, which Heather didn't appreciate at all.

Still… Astrid stared at the view count of over two million on her phone. The bar is set a bit too high now, isn’t it? Astrid jumped when her phone suddenly started ringing loudly with the devil herself on the line. With a disapproving grunt, Astrid picked up the phone. “What do you want, Dreia?” “Ouch, is that how you treat your videographer?” Dreia asked, her voice bleeding out of the phone speaker, “slash video editor, slash–” “Hold on, what the hell are you talking about?” Astrid asked, massaging her temples from the impending headache.

As I was open my lips to say something I was interrupted. " Hey, stassie, why your front door is open? is everything alright?" it was heather voice from behind me. The moment Heather's voice echoed in the room, my heart skipped a beat. It was as if time had momentarily paused. When Heather entered the room, she was a sight to behold. She was dressed in her workout clothes, which accentuated her athletic physique. The outfit, a combination of a fitted tank top and yoga pants, hugged her curves perfectly, showcasing her toned arms and legs. Her hair was pulled back into a high ponytail, revealing her radiant face. A light sheen of sweat on her skin gave her a glow that was hard to ignore. She

She was 183 cm tall, with a perfect body, and looked like an angel. Heather Su's designer was the only newcomer designer in this fashion show, Asteria. Asteria was less than 1.7 meters tall. She was slender and her delicate face was exquisite. She had a special aura with her, she always quietly attracted others' attention. She was busy doing the final check for Heather Su. She was so serious and focused that she didn't notice that there was a person who had been staring at her for a long time. Her thick black hair was casually tied up in a bun, and two strands of thin hair fell down from her forehead. Perhaps it was the first time for her to take part in such a fashion show, she was a little

I had a movement at first I thought it might be a fox or a alone wolf, probably something small and harmless until I heard a voice,someone trying not to be overheard I went closer. “Astrid?” I murmured under my breath. I crept closer. I could almost smell the forest floor then I heard her words.“You see, it isn’t as simple as removing her,” Astrid’s voice said. “She’s…central. More than any of them understand. Her presence, her blood, it’s active.The wards, the patrols, even Malik…they all respond to her now.”

I dragged myself off the mattress, bare feet on cold floor, and yanked the door open. A girl in her mid-twenties beamed up at me. Big brown eyes, brunette bun so tight it looked painful, tray of food balanced on one hand. She wore a neat charcoal work dress with the pack crest stitched over the heart. “Morning, Gamma-Luna!” she chirped. “I’m Astrid, your new personal assistant! The Alpha assigned me himself. I brought breakfast—poached eggs, salmon, fresh sourdough, and a triple-shot espresso because you look like you run on spite and caffeine. Also orange juice, but I can swap it for cranberry if—”