Heathers Book Novels & Stories

The one who wasn’t me. My little fingers flipped the pages slowly, almost silently. I was reading the part about Scout and Jem walking home in the dark. I liked how the writing made the world feel slower, like it had its own heartbeat. Not like this house, which always sounded like a giant clock ticking way too fast. Then I heard high heels clicking. I knew those steps. I slammed the book shut and slipped it under the cushion of the chair. I straightened up and swapped it on the table for The Federalist Papers. My heart was pounding so loud, like I’d been caught stealing time.

She just HAD to be! As he watched Faidh sleep, Heath thought about how different things would be for the world, now that he had found Eve. Humanity wouldn't die out. Heath was beginning work on his PHD in Biophysics in Nineteen Eighty-Five, when he met May-Ellen Reardon. She was a Math Major who believed the world would end through a new world war. She watched every newscast she could find. She subscribed to numerous newspapers. She spent hours at the grocery store magazine racks. Any hint of conflict anywhere in the world reaffirmed her suspicions. Heath would patiently listen to her daily comments of, "see, I told you it was coming," or, "This is going to be so so bad. They're just gonna w

The calmness of the atmosphere and the clear shades of the blue sky began to work with each other to welcome a good day. The battle ends and Tharks felt like God with the Heart of Magic in his hands. He doesn't care about some of his people died because of his decision. He can have many people as he wants with the help of this powerful magical stone where he found it to an enemy's lair. "Queen Hydra, what a foolish girl are you? He mumbled as he set devilish laughter that echoes in the whole Kingdom.

he says and I shake my head, refusing his threats. “Or…” he says and takes his hands completely off of me. He opens the book and flip through slowly, his fingers teasing the edge of the white pages the way I wish he would tease my hard nipples. I press my legs together, looking for a way to keep down my lust and the crazy thoughts as a drop of juice slides out of my pussy lips into the lady panties I have on. “Or…” he says again and runs his finger down the page of my last writing. Tomorrow morning is Christmas morning.

As she’s about to leave the room, someone called. “Hey, I’m leaving the hotel. My car service is waiting,” she talked to the person on the other line. “I can’t wait to see you here. We’ve so much to see and talk about,” Noah said. Cela gave her room one final look. This is the place where she leaves her old self. “We wanted to go to a specific place and it didn’t matter if the road was rough and the journey was long. In the end, we found different places for ourselves but these places were the destinations where we were truly meant to go,” she said to herself. The fourth book begins at chapter 1 in Paris. The End.

Selena’s POV Mrs. Ashford moved forward a step, her hand trembling at her side, like she wanted to slap me and knew she couldn’t. “You think your little victory with the Harringtons gives you power over us?” Theo said then, stepping forward. “You’re still an ex-convict. You’re nothing but a placeholder until the real heir steps up.” I turned my gaze to him slowly. “And who would that be, Theo? You?” I let out a cold laugh. “You couldn’t land the deal. I did. And it was my name they stamped on that contract.”

Chapter 13 Hadley Getting to the room I lock the door behind me before stripping off my clothes. I head into the closet, and take out a loose fitted top that reaches just below my ass. I get comfortable under the covers, mulling over the day’s events. Avery’s open personality relaxed me into a false sense of security. I feel like there was a textbook that warned about ways in which people could manipulate you. I will not allow myself to get hurt again. I debated getting out of bed and just leaving right now. But I had no idea where I was, and my rash actions proved fruitless before. I’ll just sleep for tonight and insist on being taken into town tomorrow.

Heather's voice is filled with worry and sorrow as she reveals her greatest fear. Heather has never been confident in her appearance. She doesn't think she is ugly, but she also doesn't think she is beautiful. She has been overlooked her entire life and has accepted it. Then the most eligible bachelor in the city starts showing an interest in her. Heather has been waiting for the other shoe to drop; the longer it takes, the more she falls for Casey. Now she is terrified of the moment Casey realizes he can do better and walks away because that will destroy Heather.

"That book is the diary of Celene... the Moon Goddess' first daughter." I jumped, letting the book fall from my hands. Tony rushed over to me and held me close to his body. Heather slowly walked up to the table, sliding the book closer to me. "Let me tell you of a story." I frowned at her. Why was this necessary. "What story?" I asked. She smiled, looking from me to the book. "The story of Cimone... Celene's sister."

He stirred in his sleep but didn’t wake. Lucien sat on the edge of the bed and picked up the colorful, dog-eared book. “I think I’m ready,” he whispered, opening to the first page. “Max the Mighty Triceratops, right?” I sat beside him, leaning into his shoulder as he began to read aloud. It was messy. It was surreal. It was everything I never thought I’d have. And for the first time, the future didn’t feel so terrifying. It felt like home.