Heathers Heather Duke Novels & Stories

“You guys have been through the mating heat. That should be the moment you’re both so happy and planning the wedding, finishing each other’s sentences and all of that. My sister is on her bed, crying. You’re out here, talking to yourself, staring at nothing for answers. Believe me when I say this, you both need my help, like sooner rather than later.” If he just ignored her, she would eventually go away. “You can stare up at the sky all you want and pretend not to hear me. I get it. What can I know? I’m just Heather’s sister. Probably the last person you want to see, but she’s been different lately. You don’t know it, but I do. She has always been a good sister. The one who followed the pack

"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.

Selena's gaze seemed to be evaluating a worthless product. Heather frowned. "Ms. Huntington, I am a secretary at Elkin Group." Selena sneered, "Would Uncle Ty bring a secretary here? Heather Sutton, do you dare to say that you haven't slept with him?" "You know me?" Heather was surprised. Selena actually knew her name! "Let me introduce myself. I'm Selena Huntington. I know you were with Craig before." Jealousy swirled in Selena's eyes. Seeing Heather in person made her realize that the former was far more beautiful than she appeared in photos.

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.

This time, the duchess had not come off the victor and had left Eastland hall in a towering rage. Pleading illness, Cassy had managed to cry off the rigours of the fox hunt and had wisely remained in her room until all the guests had departed. She had watched from her window as Rebecca Spencer climbed into her carriage, her pale face set and angry, and had wondered what had passed between her and the duke. Not that she really cared, Cassy told herself, but was only curious. Who was the mysterious Hathaway, whose name had caused Eastland to change his mind? She'd probably never know.

“Are you sure this is what you want, child?” “Yes, Mamita. I need to do this.” The help came in less than an hour and Tiffany has the resources to burn a whole city. Wearing a tight-fitted black overall suit, she expertly moved without being seen around the mansion that had been a witness of the life she had as a billionaire's daughter. The thought of burning it down gave a pang inside her chest for the memories of her beautiful mother still lingered around it. “I know you’re scared and sad, little Heiress. But there is no turning back now, Tiffany.”