Heathers Book Novels & Stories

Aurora lamented. Heath, pinching the bridge of his nose in exasperation, carried her to the sofa. "Fine, I'll tell you." He pulled a book from the shelf and handed it to her. It was a black and white design, titled Dual Facades. "Ever read this?" he asked. Aurora shook her head. "No, I haven't." "Go read it and let me know what you think. There, I've told you. Now, go back to sleep," Heath said, carrying Aurora back to the bedroom.

Heather I was sad not going to lie about the way Prince Keith had spoken to me, I had walked away in a rush, hoping to find the sanctuary of my room, a welcome barrier against the storm that was Prince Keith. I picked up the book I had dropped earlier, "A Treatise on Royal Etiquette," the irony not lost on me. Etiquette hadn't prevented him from tearing into me like a spoiled brat earlier. My heart still ached, not from his words themselves, but from the raw, untamed pain that had pulsed beneath them.

She heard it Sneeze. "Y-yes.. at my house." She stuttered. She glared at it. "Thanks! For keeping Alysia in your house." Smiling gratefully to him. "Your welcome." Her plastic smile at the man. "Uhm, I'm just at the library?" Benedick said goodbye to him. Benedick knew the young woman Catherine Ashton and her family, "the great famous and number one Billionaire of Asia they often rival Don Henry in the business world because of its excellence. The Ashton Families are unlikely to be known around the world.

Not food on my boot. I stopped, staring at my room, trying to find every piece of something familiar and kind. The books. I ran to the books, thinking about blood on boots as I ripped down the first bookshelf. I grabbed the back and pulled, letting it smash to pieces on the hard floor. Dandelion barked at me from my mattress when I went to the other, stepping over the books that had fallen. Pages had been torn out, dust jackets ruined. It didn’t matter. I would look at it and remember this day. I would remember what my father was.

I check Gale to his room and he was sleeping soundly. Austin's face keeps flashing in my thoughts. He's calling my name and asking me to take him from Eloisa. When I take him with me, I secretly hug him tightly like I won't let go of him anymore. My poor child. I miss him but I can't have him because I am now Greta Stone. To fulfill my revenge and plan for Kent and Eloisa, I had to stay strong and positive. I had to give up everything even my father and my son. I was dead and that's the truth.

I walked out from my apartment, ready to study. I have 3 classes for today and then I'll just go to Jayson's office. "Elsa!" I turned to see Kevin. "Hey Kev, what's up?" I asked. "Uhmm.. do you have that book? The big one and it's green." He said as he tried to remember it. "Yeah I have it, it's the perspective book." "Yes! That on. Do you have it?" He asked. "Yeah, I have it at home. Text me, I can bring it to work later."

I swear I did not enjoy it! Heather raise her hand as if she's surrendering herself. "Chill girl, I'm just asking. You are being too obvious." And then she smirk mysteriously. I frown at her. "What do you mean by that?" I was nervous for some reason. What the fuck. I feel like I'm hiding something and now they caught me off. But I wasn't doing anything bad! I just want to read the book. But why does it feels like I was caught doing bad things?

his mother shouted, and the room erupted in applause and cheers. “I completely forgot I’m thirty-two today,” he sighed, rubbing a hand down his face, and began greeting well-wishers. But then he noticed, aside from his long distance aunties and uncles, the only other guests were the Hales. And staring at him, with open admiration was the Hales’ second daughter, Lydia Hale. ‘Better not be what I’m thinking,’ Thomas thought, eyeing Lydia with disgust. He picked up the knife and cut his cake like he was being forced to do so, then bolted upstairs his old room.

I knocked softly. "Enter." His voice was cold. I opened the door and stepped inside, he was pacing back and forth behind his giant desk, he didn't look at me. The door clicked shut behind me, the sound loud in the tense silence. Finally, he stopped pacing and turned to face me, his eyes were blazing with a fury I had never seen before. What did I do now? Without a word, he crossed the room in three long strides his hand shot out and wrapped around my throat, slamming me back against the wall, my head hit the hard surface with a sickening thud.

The apples would not be ready until autumn, but the vegetables in the community garden were already being harvested—tomatoes the size of fists, peppers that glowed like jewels, corn that grew taller than Mateo. Riley had stopped counting the days since Salinger's downfall. The news from the capital was good—the investigation had expanded, drawing in more names, more companies, more governments. Vivian had become a key witness, her testimony helping to dismantle networks that had operated in the shadows for decades. She had moved into the guest house permanently, though she still kept to herself, still flinched when someone approached too quickly. "Healing takes time," Elara had said one even