Heathers Heather Duke Novels & Stories

She dropped to all fours, muscles coiling. Heather shifted smoothly, putting her body between them. “It’s okay,” she said softly. “You don’t have to remember right now. You’ve been through hell.” “He needs to go,” the girl snarled. “David’s my mate,” Heather answered without hesitation. “He won’t touch you. He’s only here because I am.” “Mate?” “Yeah. Like… the guy who sticks around. Forever. My husband, basically.” “He stinks.” Her nose wrinkled.

Her figure was hard to make out beneath the layers, though Ray vaguely remembered that it had been impressively voluptuous back then. "Professor Campbell, you really are beautiful," Doug said, his eyes glued to her. Her figure might have been hidden, but her gorgeous face and elegant neck were in plain view, making his heart race. He suddenly turned to Professor Morty. "Professor Morty, have you and Professor Campbell slept together?" Professor Morty—John Morty—was Heather's fiancé. He shuddered and hurriedly replied, "No! No! She's very conservative. She said she wanted to save herself for the wedding night, so we never did anything."

Reed POV The sound of the patio door opening followed by the mouthwatering scent of roasted walnuts had us both turning to see Heather exiting the cabin. She is wearing a knee-length loose-fitting dark purple skirt with a white chop halter top. Her hair is down and still damp from her shower. The small amounts of water that are dripping from her hair are causing her white top to become see-through in places. No bra again, she really is going to be the death of me. I know I should stop staring, but how can you when there is someone this perfect standing in front of you. “Is there anything I can help with?” The sound of her sweet voice pulls both Lucas and I out of thoughts.

A man in a tuxedo walked onto the stage and under the spotlight announced the official opening of the auction. My attention was immediately caught. Although I didn't have the money to participate in the auction, I couldn't help but look forward to it. The door to the private room was pushed open and Ario instinctively put me behind him, but then relaxed when he saw that it was the Duke. The Duke looked tired, and as soon as he returned, he sat down on the sofa and rubbed his temples with his fingers. "Father, just now Ulysses Woodrow came..." The Duke sat up straight and looked at me worriedly: "He saw Inette?"

She came back only to find out Sushmita had taken over as chief, and she’d be reporting to her. Thankfully, Hazel bore no grudge and had no hard feelings, having befriended her long before Sushmita had been nominated and appointed, even admitting that Sushmita had been spoon-feeding their predecessors anyway. “Huh?” Sushmita now questioned flatly and mindlessly, ninety-nine percent of her attention was given to the list of weapon inventory while generously offering Hazel her final one percent. “The duke,” Hazel whispered. “He’s hot.” Taking a pencil to tick through the numbers, Sushmita uttered monotonously, “You could always get him one of your ice lattes to cool him down.”

“Duke, where are we going?” “You’ll know.” He said before he pulled me in front of him. “You look hot when you were bidding there.” I felt a chill in my body when Duke s*xily whispered in my ear in his hoarse and deep voice. He rested his hands on my abdomen before his lips started traveling to the bridge of my neck. “D-Duke…” I tried to stop him, but he only ended up s*cking my neck, leaving another kiss marks on me. When we were at the bidding earlier, I know that some of them saw my h*ckeys but because of my hair, I managed to cover it and hide it from the rest of the people inside the room.

" Heather walked slowly toward Charlie and slapped him across the face. She didn't hold back against that scumbag. Then, she raised the paper in her hand and announced, "Willow Harper is my daughter. She's the rightful heiress of the Chapman family."

"You know what Daisy, I will leave the offer open to you…think of the whole lot of things you can do with twenty billion dollars." Wade Roberto's voice was laced with concern. "I mean…your Dad can be the founder and CEO of the great Hunter's Empire, but imagine the feeling of knowing that you turned a billionaire without Daddy's help." With that said, Wade Roberto dismissed Daisy Hunter. As she left, Wade Roberto crossed his legs on the mahogany and smirked. "Daisy Hunter will come around, I'm certain of it." He whispers to himself. Moments later…. Daisy Hunter is packing her bags to retire home.

The news anchor’s voice rang out: "Suzanne Smith, a renowned actress and heiress to the Smith Empire in Canada, has resurfaced after years of seclusion from the business world. She has announced the launch of the groundbreaking self-driving car project, Medal Cars, which has already gained approval from the most powerful businessmen worldwide. This marks a new era in AI-driven transportation." Their hands dropped from each other’s hair as they stared in stunned silence. Beatrice’s mouth fell open. "Suzanne… was an heiress to a powerful family?" she whispered, her voice trembling.

The eldest son— my father— Fenrir Hessen Fortess, became the Duke and did his best to put a solution to the problems that the Fortess Duchy faces. he married my mother and soon after, i was born. they were met with an untimely death and that resulted to me inheriting the title and becoming the current Duchess of the Fortess Dukedom. and the history continues. Having been able to read the history, some of the puzzle pieces were put in their places, but the whole picture is still not complete. What could have happened in those times when my grandfather was preparing for the road development project and made him change his mind? surely there is something or someone strong enough to change his m