Heathers Heather Duke Novels & Stories

“And although I don’t really care if you want to be an annoyance to the people around you just because you think they owe you the world, I think you need to wake up from dreaming honey this world owes you shit just because you knew how to look cute when you’re a child.” Heather looked like a second away from punching me, “Who do you think you are?” “Me? I’m Elena, I would say nice to meet you,” I started with a neutral voice, “But seeing you’re an A-class bitch I would rather not associate with you.” Despite the confidence of my words, in reality, I was trembling inside, Heather was a very intimidating figure in the past, I tried not to get in her way as much as I could and with my position

"Why? Do you expect Dace to like you this time so you can have the same faith with your grandparents?" Heather was ready to fight but before she can even say or do something, Kingstone started walking through the back exit of the shelf. "That fucking arrogant korean boy!" Heather hissed. Heaven pat her shoulder. "You should never pay attention to his words. He will only make you mad. Trust me." And then she look at me and smile. "Chandra, this is Heather." Heather, then turn to me and grin. "Hi Chandra. It's nice to finally meet the new toy---- Ugh!" I grimace when Heaven elbowed her in her stomach. I think that hurts.

Heather POV "So you must be the accountant Casey is so fond of." Heather jolts up from her computer and sees a stunningly beautiful woman standing in the doorway. Heather wishes she did not know who the woman was, but Lucy had insisted on looking into Casey's past in the tabloids and had seen plenty of pictures of him with this woman: his ex-girlfriend Meredith Dillon. "I am an accountant and I work for Casey. You can call me Heather. May I help you with something?" Heather responds, hoping this encounter will be over quickly.

I walked away leaving the aging man to his thoughts. "You don't have to fight it heather, I know you're better than this.... ho fiducia in te...." Joshua sank on his chair, recalling old memories. Heather was a changed person now, and there was no going back. She was never going to forgive him and it was final. If only her mum was alive, things would have made sense a little. Probably... a .....little better. * * * * * Heather, a young girl of 19 went up the stage to receive her degree. Her blonde hair bouncing around as she went up the stairs. She was light skinned, tall and walked in a very elegant way. One could even call her a model, with how coordinated her movements were.

" Heather's eyes lit up. She liked reading novels, and she had tried her hand at writing a script. If she could really sell the copyright, she would have money for Whitney's hospital bills. Her pressure would be relieved a little then. … In the morning, Heather arrived at the company. As soon as Heather entered the office, Anna suddenly strode up to her. Anna's gaze was burning with rage. "Heather, were you seducing Mr. Elkin to get what you want?" Anna had been preparing for the acquisition meeting. After all the preparations, she suddenly received a notice today that Heather would be attending the meeting instead. With the grudges piling up, of course, Anna hated Heather to the core.

There was a sickening sound of bones cracking as she crumpled to the floor, blood streaming from her nose. "Mama!" I dropped to my knees beside her motionless form. "How touching.” The voice was sharp and dripping with sarcasm. I looked up to see its owner. Lord Edric, Regent of the town after the duke and duchess’ deaths. He was also the present Duke's uncle, the monster that fed on blood. He stepped in with a frown on his face and stared down at Mama and me in disdain. Our eyes met, and his narrowed as he searched my face.

Heather’s straightforward attitude was almost nerve wracking, especially for Blake’s subordinates. The flabbergasted look on their faces elicited from her a satisfied smile. “This is also why Director Blake has been travelling to Europe. However, as a family who have our roots in Bradfort City, of course the Langstons would like to improve our century-old company.” The ups and downs in Heather’s words left them hanging. It was as if they were on a roller-coaster ride, and Heather might surprise them with anything at the next instant. “I have a doctorate in economics in which I achieved outstanding performances in both its theoretical and practical aspects.” The look she wore when she was non

I'd buried him in the sand six years back, and fuck if he didn't try to poke his ugly head up from time to time. "Kendal, this is Heather Turner. She's from UCLA and has been highly recommended for this new spot with us. You'll be her mentor until she gets her feet wet." He moved back, and I nearly choked. Not only was she ten steps past gorgeous, but I didn't need an introduction at all. Heather was the vice president of the sister-sorority that partied right alongside the Kappa's back in college. The number of times Damon and I had taken turns fucking the woman was embarrassing. My luck couldn't have gotten any worse.

Or was it me? "Her mind?" I heard Heather gasping dramatically. "She's a witch. She's going to be interrogated, tortured, and killed. It's the fate of the witches." The coral-red head shrugged clinically. "You can take her. We have no reservations." Alpha Ryder chuckled nervously, "She's just a pathetic Omega here, she's of no loss to the pack, my Alpha." He was an Alpha too? That explained the Alpha aura strong and thick in the air. "She used to be my handmaid. Can I say a farewell?" Heather sounded as though she had ever cared about me.

“I’m Heather, by the way.” “Lenora,” I replied, inclining my head slightly. “Good,” Heather nodded. “Let’s get started before Madam Maxine comes in.” I frowned faintly. “Who is Maxine?” Heather paused mid-step, glancing back at me with mild surprise. “The head cook,” she explained. “She runs everything here. And trust me,” she added, lowering her voice slightly, “you don’t want to be standing around doing nothing when she walks in.”