Heathers Christian Slater Mga Nobela at Kwento

There was no doubt in my mind that his darkness was hunger, and that hunger was for whatever had a hold of Heather at this moment. “Demon.” Heather spat as she looked at Christoper, and if her eyes weren’t so dark I could have sworn I saw fear in them. “Open the cell.” Christoper says, and I go to reach for the key, but Luna Rayne is now beside him, and with the flick of her wrist, the cell door opens, and Christoper steps inside the cell with Heather, while Luna Rayne closes the door behind him, sealing him inside the cell with the possessed Heather as I watched closely.

He asked in a mocking tone. "Please," she whispered, barely audible. She knew he had read some of it out loud but really wished he wouldn't go down any further as she had written more that must definitely not be read out. "Wrong," Axel said, then stood up and continued to read. "What's going on here?" a stern voice interrupted. Everyone turned to see Mr Walter, the youngest teacher in Crescent high school and admired by all for his good look. He stood at the end of the hallway with his presence commanding silence, and the laughter died down instantly.

“What are you doing out here in the cold?” Bridgette didn’t turn to look at him as he watched her worriedly. She took a deep breath of air and sighed, watching the warm air float out on the early morning breeze. She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and nibbled on her bottom lip. “I finally got her to talk to me…. Her name is Heather… She doesn’t have any living relatives… Santiago is a married man… it was his wife that was ordering the maids to lace her food and water with the abortifacients…." She whispered.

The Starbucks was getting crowded, and they both felt like leaving. "Oh, yes! Sure, your driving is pretty fast," Heather teased. "Where to?" Atlas inquired as they made their way out of Starbucks toward his parked car. "I'm going to audition," Heather revealed to him as they walked. "For what?" "An audition, duh! To become an actress! Kathryn Bernardo, Anne Curtis, Liza Soberano, and then me! I'm next!" "It's free to dream, right?" Atlas playfully teased, which Heather didn't appreciate at all.

Heather gritted her teeth and growled. She then spat on Hannah’s face. "Who are you calling a b*tch?!" Hannah went berserk after being spat on and slapped Heather across the face. Her face swung to one side, and it was only then that Ralph believed that Heather was paralyzed. Before this, he was still worried that Heather might get up and twist his arms at any moment. Seeing how she could not fight back after being slapped, he finally believed it. Soon, the fear in his heart dissipated, and he began slowly walking toward her. By her bedside, he stared down at the haggard and humiliated Heather Riggs.

Heather screamed as it lashed across her body, the sound echoing through the narrow cell. “Already crying out?” Caitlin asked coldly, her face void of emotion. The whip fell again and again, sharp and merciless. Heather writhed on the ground, shrieking in agony. “Go on, kill me!” she spat out between gasps, her laughter breaking into madness. “Let’s see if you can find your precious mother! Hahaha!” “Damn you!” Caitlin hissed, striking harder, her fury blazing. No one knew how long it went on. By the time Heather’s body was covered in blood and her voice had turned to hoarse groans, Caitlin finally stopped.

"I know what my mother and I did really hurt you and Heather, Mrs. Miller. I'm really sorry about that, but I never wanted this to happen. You see, my mother convinced me that following her plan was the only way to ensure that I'd be with Heather forever. I only did it because—" I let out a cold, incredulous laugh. "You joined your mother in slandering Heather—claiming she cheated and was a 'kept woman'—all to sabotage her future for your own gain, huh? Did it ever cross your mind how much that would destroy Heather?" Christian's face flushed crimson as he stammered, "I-I really love Heather!" I almost slapped him right then and there as my maternal rage hit its breaking point. "You ought to

Heather could not stop her tears from falling as she sobbed and said, “Although I’ve never killed anyone with my own hands nor have I deceived or harmed anyone directly, I still feel that it’s indeed a crime for me to have helped the evildoers and killed so many people indirectly. My crime is so serious that I do not even dare to ask for God’s forgiveness. I just want to die early and be relieved, so where did you find the courage to say such words?” Martha reached out her hand and slapped Heather as she cursed angrily, “You b*tch! I’ll f*cking kill you first if you continue talking nonsense and spoiling my mood!” Heather’s cheeks immediately became red and swollen after receiving the slap.

“But keep in mind, Heather may have been confused. Fear can do that.” “Of course. You may not know this, but Heather is the granddaughter of an elder and one of our most potential young witches, as Headmaster Rivers knows. She is no ordinary witch that would simply get confused.” “Then she’s lying.” Skyla says icily, glaring at the girl who flinches and begins crying. Something isn’t right here; I step forward, placing a hand on Skyla’s shoulder. “Skyla.” I say quietly. She glares up at me, and I give her the slightest shake of my head.