Heathers Book Novels & Stories

In this modern society, who would think so much for another person? Heather also did not expect Matthew to be so considerate of her. She had always treated Matthew as her cash cow and her protector. So, when she was young, she used all kinds of means to capture his heart, submissively stayed with him as her secret lover, gave birth to his daughter, and maintained a gentle and obedient front. She knew what Matthew liked, and she acted accordingly, pretending to dance to his tunes. It was not until now that Heather had shed her disguise and revealed her true self. Heather thought that by this point, she had reached the end of the road with Matthew. Once Matthew regained his power or if the sit

“I’m Heather,” “My sister,” Isaiah smiled, finishing for her. “My sister, who isn’t supposed to be up at this hour yet for some odd reason, she is,” Heather's lips curved and she looked towards her brother, the both of them looking so similar that it was crazy they weren’t the same person; Heather had a dusting of freckles on her bubbly cheeks but she was beautiful - I couldn’t imagine how young she was when their parents passed. “Well excuse me, Mr. I-think-I-am-the-alpha,”

They opened their mouths but closed it swiftly after words failed them. Lord Earn walked towards Larissa's carriage and Summer brazed herself. Everyone around had stopped to watch. From peasants around to the guards at the castle gate to the coachmen waiting at their different carriages, they had all leaned in waiting to know what was going to happen. As the door of the carriage swung open Hydra came out first, her hands held out to assist Larissa out of the carriage. The dress was cumbersome, but Larissa managed to come out of the carriage gracefully. With a smile on her face like she had been taught.

Heather's POV I sat at the breakfast table, my stomach twisted into anxious knots, completely devoid of any appetite. Kayden wasn’t around, and the test results were due by evening. The waiting was unbearable. I hated lying in bed, doing nothing to occupy my restless mind. Instead, I busied myself reading about Raven and Xael powers—their strengths, their darker sides, and the terrifying extent. But even the book couldn’t hold my attention for long. Frustrated, I set it aside and stepped out of my room for a walk to clear my head.

Before anyone can answer her the door to the queen's chambers are smashed open and armed men, stained with blood, swarm into the room, led by a well dressed man with golden hair. "So the queen is dead. What of her child?" he asks, venom dripping from his voice. "Died with its mother." The healer lies. The man glances around the room, the remaining occupants nodding their agreement over the healer's statement. "So be it." with a small gesture from him, the armed men move into the room with their swords drawn. As the blood pools and soaks into the plush carpet, the pendant lays gleaming.

" Heather's eyes lit up. She liked reading novels, and she had tried her hand at writing a script. If she could really sell the copyright, she would have money for Whitney's hospital bills. Her pressure would be relieved a little then. … In the morning, Heather arrived at the company. As soon as Heather entered the office, Anna suddenly strode up to her. Anna's gaze was burning with rage. "Heather, were you seducing Mr. Elkin to get what you want?" Anna had been preparing for the acquisition meeting. After all the preparations, she suddenly received a notice today that Heather would be attending the meeting instead. With the grudges piling up, of course, Anna hated Heather to the core.

Although my mother is the Luna and does not normally attend births of the pack she was by Melissa’s side when Heather was born, just four days before I was. Heather is one of the packs beauties. She is very tall with long legs and shimmering blond hair. The Mood Goddess blessed her with high cheek bones, and a voluptuous hourglass figure. When Heather walks into a room all the men stare at her beauty. Unfortunately, her beauty is only skin deep. Heather has broken my nose on multiple occasions and has spread rumors throughout the pack that I am a slut. She blames me for her not being the next Luna. According to Heather my brother was probably her destined mate.

“We found her in the woods yesterday. We have her in a medically induced coma, but she’s alive.” The door opened as Nora stepped back inside. Heath quietly closed it before his body stiffened up. Heather turned around, shaking in fear. “Mate.” Heath whispered as he looked at her. “Well, fuck…” Jared had a smirk on his face. Heather was trembling beside me. “He is my beta and a good man. His name is Heath.” I whispered. Heath didn’t move but kept his eyes glued to Heather as she slowly approached him. No one spoke as we watched them. After falling into his arms, she cried harder.

Then refilled the glass and rinsed his mouth. Heather noticed his actions as she stood outside the bathroom. She snorted with disdain as she saw him wash with his head bent down. She heard the sound of water splashing, scoffed in contempt, and then turned around to look away. Heather walked toward the door to scan the corridor. Since the house looked ordinary outside, Heather purposely found an excuse to live in it. She had roughly looked around and thought it was no different from any ordinary mansion. After deep contemplation, she thought the family had likely kept the book in a hidden compartment since it was a crucial artifact. Influential families like the Russells must have secret room

“I wanted this book, the one on the heart of magic and I got here first… “Did you now?”, Heather asked, twirling her hair around her fingers. “Yes you see I did and this…” Raisel took this as her cue to leave, with the book of course. “Fury!”, she screamed as she got to him and untied him, “You’re going on the fastest ride of your life yet”, she mounted him and flipped the reins, “Go! She saw the surprised look on the faces of Dragomir just before she rode away. Heather’s was more horror than surprise. She didn’t blame her however anyone will look like that if they had just lost the only book on the heart of magic.