Heathers Christian Slater Novels & Stories

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.

Stepping into the dimly lit room, Christiana spotted her handbag and umbrella, grabbing it, she thanked Daisy and stepped out immediately. Shutting the door immediately, Daisy Hunter sat on the base of her door, her face etched with confusion. "Allison, what do you think I should do?" Daisy Hunter asked as she glared askance at her best friend. "I actually asked you a question, Have you told Seth Nathaniel?" "I mean even if you have decided to dump him just like how he dumped Lucy Lauren for you, you might as well tell him straight in his face." Alison said, almost sounding as if she was taking sides with Seth Nathaniel.

One of the head guards answered with uncertainty evident in his quivering voice, clearly not knowing how else to handle their present predicament. "Kim! What the hell happened there?" Corentin asked, turning to face the girl who had been tight-lipped this entire time. “I…I…don't know boss, when I got in Dion Genovese was unconscious and his sister told me that he had tripped and hit his head while entering the room. She had her brother's gun and turned it on me, demanding that I release her" she made clear and the next thing she knew, she was struggling to breathe as Corentin wrapped his hands around her neck in an attempt to snuff the living daylight out of her.

Dan advises, no bullshit in his tone. Katherine: Hey Josh, it's Katherine from last night. I set my phone down, and, takin a large gulp of my coffee, anxiously wait for a ring. “Okay, what about the other guy?” She continues grilling. Adam’s dark eyes flash through my mind making my body feel warm. I'm not even sure how to describe him.

My heart was slamming against my ribs like a trapped animal. Holy sht.* I pulled my hands away and stared at them. They were shaking uncontrollably. I wasn't the elite, untouchable Elizabeth Monroe. I was Mara Collins. A girl from a crumbling apartment with a sick mother and a bank account that was permanently in the red. If Adrian Holt ever discovered that the girl he was currently terrorizing was a complete nobody and a liar who wiped down sticky bar counters for a living, he wouldn't just have me fired. He would destroy me.