Heathers Doll Novels & Stories

She wants to be near the Queen always, to touch her, to claim her as hers, but she can’t. She is just but a mere doll, and the Queen belongs to the King, whom she is certain would have her head on a chopping block should he learn how she feels about his Queen, and what they have done. Yuelan hides a smile at the blonde cuteness. The red stain on her cheeks makes her very alluring. Unable to help herself, she reaches out to push back the strand of hair blocking the girl’s view. Which she gently tucks behind her ear.

Heather reply with a sneer and get up, leaving her plate of cereal. “Idiot, Sickle cell isn’t contagious” Hope fires at her. Heather turn her head, not stopping. “Who knows? With you it might be” she mocks and walk downstair to get out of the house before it’s too late. In ten minutes, she is back downstairs, dress in a tight jean and light blue dress that matches her eyes. Her chestnut brown hair with highlights is packed in a high wavy bun, it slaps behind her back as she moves.

“Stay away. All the catty witches will start fighting over them. Sit back and let the competition take themselves out. Those two will take any women mixed up with them down when they fall. They are trouble on two or four legs. Sexy trouble, but trouble.” Heather’s words annoyed Rose. Heather was always a little jealous. She was the daughter of the Rolling Meadows Pack Healer. Rose knew Heather didn’t believe she belonged. She believed her father’s position made her less than, but they didn’t care. So, Amber had to drag Heather to these events.

But then what will come next? A noise breaks me from my thoughts. I turn as the door opens. To my horror, it’s my worst enemy, Heather. Heather is Troy's girlfriend and the biggest bully of them all. "Hello, Omega," she says. "Look at you, all pathetic and helpless." Heather’s beauty doesn’t help anything. Her long blond hair and beautiful blue eyes are paired with a tall, thin, model type of body. She can have anything she wants, but she wastes her time on me.

She looked like a movie star with her red glossy lips and smokey eyes. "Oh my God! You're so stunning baby! Your boyfriend will melt tonight,hummm humm! " "Haha ! No way ! I want him a whole . A whole Dylan . Not a melted Dylan! " Ding dong! " Speak of the devil,and he appears! " ,Hayley added. Heather took her bag,then rushed to open the door. " Oh hi Dylan! " Dylan wore a black roll neck shirt ,black ripped jeans ,and black combat boots . It looks that he just had a fresh pompadour haircut. He was holding two black helmets in his hands.His blue eyes sparkled upon seeing his princess.

He either didn’t need his glasses or needed a fresh pair because Jody watched him squint at a brochure on the local doll hospital. When Eric realized he had Jody’s attention, he commented to her, “Really, a hospital for dolls? Why not buy a new doll?” He chuckled at the concept of a shop that fixed old toys. It seemed a waste of time. “The wrong type of doll, actually. Hailey is an artist with making antique porcelain dolls look new. She works with antique dolls. You know, the creepy porcelain ones from the Victorian Era? She stitches, hides cracks, repaints and re-stuffs them. She even makes new clothing too. It all depends on what that specific doll needs. I believe she even works with ted

Heather literally screamed the words and made both Carella and Mark grint their teeth. "How could i ever forget your voice? Its still the same..." Carella crossed her arms over her chest. "I didn't know you'd be here. Hell i didn't even know you were back." Carella commented in an expresionless voice that made Heather frown. "Not happy to see me, huu?" Heather mocked but still failed to get a reaction from Carella. Heather and Carella were pretty much the opposite. By that, it means while Heather was the ultimate bully, Carella was the poor blind girl who was easy to pick on.

He said. "I've been working my butt off for everyone all my life" "And It's time for me to step down and enjoy the rest of my life" I was so shocked. Don't tell me. "It's time to introduce the new successor of Madden Group of Hospitals and Madden Realty Group" No way. Not yet. "Let me introduce to you, my one and only heiress, the reason for all of my hard work. Soline Madden" My mouth dropped. I want to throw tantrums at dad but everyone is looking at me including the men I slept with.

Heather’s POV I blinked, staring at the three men standing before me as I tried to process what I had heard. But no matter how much I tried, none of it made sense. A small, disbelieving laugh escaped me. “Alright, this isn’t funny.” The smiles on their faces slowly faded. “I think you’ve mistaken me for someone else,” I said, shaking my head. “I’m not… whomever you think I am.” The room fell silent once again, and I swallowed, forcing myself to stay calm despite how fast my heart was racing. “My name is Heather.” My voice grew firmer. “Heather Cole.”

I know my job and I will do it. “I guess you don’t even care that I’m innocent?” She ambles toward me. Sex is intensely painted on each toenail, bare on the wooden floor. She is the doll occupying space in her tiny wooden dollhouse. We are her stuffed animals awaiting her fake tea and Play-Doh cookies. Delicate Heather hosts one last time.