Heathers Heather Duke Novels & Stories

Maverick said, rubbing his meaty thigh. I settled between his legs. He wrapped his arms around me. “What do you know about Heather?” Maverick started. My heart hammered in my chest. “N-Nothing. Aside from her being Heath’s sister.” “She is. She went to school in Daciana, because it has the best facilities. She’s an Alpha’s daughter.” “We didn’t run in the same social circles. I didn’t pay attention to your crowd, and I was invisible too,” I mumbled. “Hmm, Heather was my girlfriend. It was serious.”

"I am Lord David Brooks. The handsome Lord of the Magic plane" David announced proudly. He is sure that she will fall all over him, once she saw him and his title. But Thea frowned at him. She looked at the man in front of her who look good enough, but not as handsome as Darius. This David eyes are filled with lust. Which alarmed Thea to a greater degree. She understood that this man might look harmless, but he will hurt her if given the chance.

Tina decided to go and let her calm but… "Say it now!" Gina somehow knew about what the girl wanted to tell, and although she didn't want to hear it, she must add fuel to her resentment. She needed that energy to crush her opponents the next day. "I… I heard that the Duke invited a woman inside… inside his quarters yesterday," Tina began to say but didn't have the courage to look at her dear friend's face. Lately, Gia had begun to look terrifying, not with the gentle and kind face from before, but a dark aura surrounded her warning anyone to approach her. "They said that it was a silver-haired woman, they called her the Silver Fairy."

Jessica explained. “Tell me all you know about me because I am coming up blank, nothing to point towards who I am,” She exclaimed in exasperation. “With all Pleasure Ma’am,” Heather was the one who spoke this time. “There is no one who knows Heather Smith more than I do.” Then she proceeded to tell her about Heather Smith, her secrets, her fears and her source of joy, making every effort to make her believe every word even when it included damaging her emotionally and physically.

Missing him pulls at my chest like a quiet ache, though knowing he’s away brings relief. We are presented. “His Grace, Duke Noah Wingknight of the Northern Reaches, and Her Grace, the Duchess Paige.” Quiet hangs heavy. After a breath, voices rise - sharper now, buzzing with heat instead of calm. Here they arrive. Curious ones first. Then those who mean trouble. Followed by quiet plotters slipping in behind. “Duchess, we heard such tales of your… resilience in the North. How… rustic it must be.” A lady with sapphires in her hair.

Thomas' mind raced, frustration clouding him. His phone started to ring. It was William calling. He answered before the second ring. “Any news?” William exhaled. “I'm sorry, boss. I got your hopes up. Ashley Morgan is a different person. She's the founder of the charity and she's based overseas. No one has met her in person. Everything points to her being abroad. None of my research about her matches Audrey.” There was a dead silence. “Sir... I’m sorry. I think Audrey is dead.”

Charlotte POV “We came here for dinner as far as I remember. I didn't know that I came here to have my wife drilled by the both of you.” Hayden said in a light tone, but I knew he wasn't joking. He seemed genuinely angry about anything that was happening. I quickly blinked back the tears that were threatening to spill from my eyes. “I'm Heather by the way,” his sister said, now plastering a smile on my face. “Disregard any information that my mom claims to have known about you.”

Without a backward glance, he climbed into his sports car and drove away, tires squealing against asphalt. I approached the injured woman cautiously. "Are you alright?" Heather looked up, recognition dawning in her tearful eyes. "Chief Healer Winters..." "Just Aurora," I corrected, helping her stand. "I'm leaving that position." She winced as she put weight on her right leg. Blood seeped through her torn stockings. "Let me take you to the healing den," I offered, supporting her weight. In my car, Heather studied me with undisguised curiosity. "Why would you help me? Everyone knows I'm loyal to Dominic."

"But that isn’t the thing that I’d like to talk about." Uh oh, I watched as Danica’s eyes flashed with curiosity and a knowing smile spread across her lips. It looked like Killian and Heather weren’t going to be able to escape her questioning. Immediately, Heather’s already bright red cheeks turned a deeper shade of red. Well, I had to admit that this was interesting. From what I remembered in high school, Heather was always a very serious, monotonous girl. To see her showing so much emotion was quite the sight. "Could all of you please just stop?" Killian sighed, coming to her aid. "Can’t you see you’re making her uncomfortable?"

"Natalie is dead. Accept the reality." Only then did Heather raise her head and look at her. "She fell from over thirty floors and died on the spot. Don't you remember?" Gale said. Heather remained silent for a long time before nodding. "I remember." "Pretending to be crazy serves no purpose. You might get an ounce of respect from me without it." Heather did not respond. Gale continued, "I'm here to talk to you like before. You know what it's about." Heather slowly stood up and locked eyes with Gale.