Heathers Book Novels & Stories

"Don’t come out until they’re gone or help arrives!" "But, Will—" He was already out the door before she could finish, just as a helmeted man tried to yank hers open. Serena ducked again, covering her head, but the sounds outside grew louder, darker, and brutal. Chains cracked against metal. Shouts tore through the rain. William was outnumbered, fighting off the biker gang. Serena’s hands trembled as she grabbed his phone. "What the hell is his password?!" She tried every number she could think of, his birthday, his mother’s birthday, even her own. Nothing worked. She bit her lip hard, thinking fast. Then her fingers typed a sequence she knew by heart.

But she’s mature for her age. I went to Heather’s room. She’s still asleep. I put her purse on the table beside her bed. I looked at her. And checked her neck. She got bruises on her neck and looks like someone really strangled her. I pity her. Then, I let the thought go, and I left her room. I made some calls to check some transactions for work. After an hour or two, I went back to Heather’s room, and she’s gone. Where the hell is she?

Instead of running, I decided to hide behind the carousel. "You know, Effie. If only you had liked my cousin and dated him, nothing would have happened," Heather said. I crouched down in one of the seats. "I thought you would exorcist his gayness, but you can't. You can't take out the gay in anybody. While I was in solidarity, I made out with one of the young female nurses to sneak in some drugs that could get me high. And guess what? I took some, and I'm feeling great!" She laughs wickedly. I exhale, trying to keep myself warm, rubbing my arms. I'm still freezing from being cooped up inside a giant freezer I never thought I would get out of.

Dear Heatherians, Congratulations! You've reached the end of the Heather Academy! I want to thank you all for being with me during my journey in writing Heather Academy: School of Fighters. Thank you for giving me inspirations and giving me thousands of reasons to continue writing. The truth is, when I started writing my first story, which is this story, I always doubt myself. And always question myself. Can I do this? Can I meet the reader's expectations? Can I get their attention? Will anyone support me? Will I still bleed or should just stop writing? But then I realized, with or without readers, I should keep on bleeding. I should keep on writing. Because I'm not writing to impress. I'm w

Silence lingered between them. The rest of the flight was quiet as Kevin sat in another seat at the back busy signing documents and discussing business matters while Emma read a book and intermittently looked out the window watching the scenery below and sometimes stealing a glance back at him and caught him looking at her. After an hour, Kevin walked to her, checking on her as she drifted off to sleep. The leather-bound book she was reading lay open on her lap, the words written on its open page clearly visible; “If I know what love is, it is because of you!" Kevin smiled and then put the book aside. There was no lie in it.

Some of the headlines were very sensational, too. "Super-rich heiress runs over pregnant woman at school gate?"

Her Chosen Mate (Book 3) *** 1. Can't Help Falling in Love (Book 1) 2. Purchased By The Mafia (Book 2) 3. Her Mysterious Lover (Book 3) 4. My Girlfriend is Mafia Queen (Book 4) 5. Loving A Mafia (Book 5)- Upcoming **** 1. Chosen By An Alpha (Stand-Alone) No One POV . A loud wailing could be heard from a child who was crying because of the hunger, but her father, on the other side, was busy in fucking someone else. Tears came out from a four-month-old infant due to suffocation and hunger.

At the time we were sitting on the bed next to each other, he placed the book on the side table before running his eyes to me. “You haven’t told me about you, Heidi. Who are you?” Philip asked, his pupils dilated the moment he saw my eyes. “I thought you already know about my family’s tragic story! What do you want to hear, Philip?” I tensely chuckled, knowing that I never tell him the real story; it was just 10% of my stories. “I don’t know, maybe you can tell me about your ex” His shoulders lifted. “You mean, Levi?” My brow rose as I looked at him.

Merrick POV After the dramatic revelation about Jax and Corinne, I instinctively reached for Teaghan’s hand and led her to my office. As we stepped inside, I noticed Charles by the bookshelves, his attention on a history book. He turned to face us, his movements deliberate. “Alpha, Luna.” He bowed his head before replacing the book on its shelf and standing before us.

She received her own copy by mail, three days before its official release, and spent an entire evening reading it cover to cover, moved as much by the sight of her own name in its acknowledgments as by the careful, patient account Ruth had built of a family finally understanding its own buried history. "She dedicated an entire chapter to that first phone call," Wren told Sebastian, her voice thick with emotion as she finished the final pages. "The whole thing, start to finish, exactly as I remember it — my nervousness, her steadiness, the particular strangeness of two strangers discovering they shared blood and history neither had ever known to look for." "I'd expect nothing less," Sebastian