Heathers Book Novels & Stories

I punched the bridge of my nose and rubbed my temples, telling the stress that had chained me to release me from it's shackles. Jade's turn and she told a story that had already been written by some author known as Godwin Hosanna Aga. The book was named in the deep and it was about some girl named Hephzibah and it was pretty interesting and scary the way my baby sister had told it with a touch light under her chin, illuminating her face and weird canines. "And that is, in the deep!" Jade screamed, stomping her feet on the floor and howling like a wolf.

Perhaps his once-detestable side was indeed salvageable, after all. Acknowledging how there were many sides to a person, Heather couldn’t bring herself to hate on Matthias as she got to understand him more. Essentially, his concerns for her were genuine as he would notice little things she had never even paid attention to, and this tended to move her. Swiftly, Heather reached the last sheet of the book. Since the book contained less than ten thousand words, it didn’t take her much time to finish it. Besides, underneath the pitch-black night, Heather got gradually drowsy and felt a little ache surging on her back. Hence, she headed to bed.

This book contains some content that could be trauma triggers for some people. I have also used a free translation app for some of the content. I’m saying sorry now if it did not get translated correctly. Heather POV “Hey Heather the Alpha would like you to meet him in his office when you’re done here.” “OK. Thanks Beta Ralph.” I answered.

“Get the heck out of here before I send you to the Moon Goddess above.” He needed no second telling, scurrying on his feet, shaking like a leaf, while Heather tried to make me see things clearly. Heather was someone who didn’t believe in acting rashly in situations. While I was burning coal, she was ice. She has been the calm to my storm ever since Adeline was no more, and as always, she tamed me down.

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.

THOUSANDS YEARS AGO " Let me go!!! Leave me alone!!!" Heather shouted as the guards grab her tightly " We are sorry young Miss,,but the master won't spare us if we don't come home with you " One of the guards said " I promise I will go home,,,I have something to do please,,let me go,,I promise to return back home " Heather said in tears Heather is the daughter of one of the popular master in the town,,,her parents never allow her go out. She doesn't have any friends, men always stay away from her to avoid her father's wrath,in her own world she feel so lonely and dying inwardly.

She smiled and patted his cheek. "Y o u... a r e... r i g h t." She broke the hug and went to the bathroom to freshen up while Hyun sulked as he sat on the bed. He did not look very happy right now as he started waiting for the Healer to come back. .... Hyun stared at the book in front of him. How happy he was after stealing this book, borrowing that book. But now it seemed like th book was playing with him. "I... a m... g o i n g... t o... b u r n... t h i s... b o o k."

"And the author really sat there and wrote this like this was romantic or something? Girl this not tragic romance. This is character assassination." She gave the book a long, hateful stare. "Zero stars. Would NOT recommend." Then — because she was Tiffany — she picked the book back up anyway. "Mmm. Lemme see what other dumb sh*t they got going on." Tiffany opened the book again, her eyes darting around like they were searching for the plot's soulmate that never showed up. She found it in the last place she expected — the acknowledgments page. Her eyes widened. "Wait, hold up. This author thanked their mom for 'putting up with their moody writing phases'? Bitch, YOUR MOODY PHASES KILLED THE S

*************** I was woken up by the chirping of birds and the relentless buzzing of my phone. The sun, which had set from the east, almost blinded my face, causing my vision to become blurred. Upon picking up my phone, I almost lost my balance when I saw the news headline. THE HEIRESS OF THE LANCASTER GROUP, NOW MRS. REID HAS BEEN CAUGHT IN BED WITH ANOTHER MAN JUST AFTER THE DEATH OF HER HUSBAND’S GRANDMOTHER. WHAT COULD BE HAPPENING? I quickly got out of bed and made my way towards the bathroom. Searching for Alex, but to no avail.

Carter—the healer, the man who carried the weight of the world on his shoulders and still managed to offer a gentle smile to a crying child. Her heart clenched in a way she wasn’t ready to face. She busied herself in small ways, sticking close to him. Wiping his forehead when sweat dripped down his temple. Handing him water before he even had to ask. Keeping his spirits up with small, teasing smiles. And every time he glanced at her—really looked at her—her stomach twisted into impossible knots. He was supposed to be moving on. She was supposed to be moving on. And yet here she was, feeling something she wasn’t ready to name.