Heathers Heather Duke Novels & Stories

It would be a shame to admit defeat now. Duncan gritted his teeth and rushed forward again. Heather shook her head and sighed as she got into an intense fight with Duncan again. The audience was astonished as they observed Heather closely. Many men were stunned at Heather's body as she moved up and down. At the same time, the host also watched Heather closely and secretly nodded in approval. 'That lady is not only pretty but also rather powerful. She's a good candidate to be a part of the Bloody Fiend Sect.' He took out a little notebook and swiftly jotted Heather's name as he pondered.

Heather was a beast, that was for certain. Dax jogged off in her direction about the time the Healer next to her shook his head and wiped the blood off of his hands on a towel that hung from his pants. Dax patted Heather on the shoulder, and she opened her eyes, immediately bursting into tears upon hearing that the Hunter she’d tried to help hadn’t made it. Never in a million years would Brandon have guessed Heather was the crying type, but this was a time for discovery. Maybe she wasn’t as tough as she let on.

“Heather can’t be evil—I would’ve sensed it. Then again… maybe she’s good at masking it?” “It’s possible,” I admitted. I went on to explain how the pack elder, who had visited my pack in disguise, hadn’t harmed her. Stella listened intently to every detail. “This feels off,” she said, frowning. “Damon always hated Heather. He’s convinced she’s shady because of her ties to Rosaline—the woman who gave birth to Altair’s child. He believes Heather might be a spy for Raven.” “What?” I stopped the car abruptly as we arrived at the cemetery. “Why didn’t anyone tell me this before?”

Drake says. As we walk into the conference room, Drake follows me in. He takes a seat beside Colby and leans forward on his elbows. “So, I understand Kate explained a bit of my situation; I am looking for a woman who looks like this woman in this picture. I believe she goes by the name Lucy,” he says.

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.

“I’m Heather,” “My sister,” Isaiah smiled, finishing for her. “My sister, who isn’t supposed to be up at this hour yet for some odd reason, she is,” Heather's lips curved and she looked towards her brother, the both of them looking so similar that it was crazy they weren’t the same person; Heather had a dusting of freckles on her bubbly cheeks but she was beautiful - I couldn’t imagine how young she was when their parents passed. “Well excuse me, Mr. I-think-I-am-the-alpha,”

"Okay, tell me everything. How did this happen?" She practically vibrated with excitement. "I got hired at one of the most prestigious counseling centers in town. As an assistant. To Dr. Janet." I blinked. "You're an accountant, Heather. What are you doing assisting a therapist?" Then the second half of what she'd said actually registered. "Wait… Dr. Janet? The Dr. Janet? She's one of the most sought-after therapists in the city." "I know exactly who she is." Heather bounced on the bed. "That's literally why I'm so excited."

Welcome to Heather Academy. Where fighters go and fight to survive. Meet Atacia. The woman you can't understand life. She has what they call charms. She had a non-perfect life. Many are chasing her, and the Dark Queen is one of them. All she wanted is a peaceful life, but it seems like the world really isn't fair. She's desperate to find answers about who she really is. What will really happen to her life story once she enters Heather Academy? What is the real reason of why the dark queen wanted to kill her?

But the burn didn’t ease the knot in his chest. The news flashed on TV. “In breaking news, the missing Hartman heiress has been found alive after twenty-three years…” Adrian froze. The screen showed Evelyn stepping from a black car, surrounded by cameras. “She’s the missing Hartman heiress,” he whispered. Charlotte paled. “That’s impossible.” Adrian barely heard her. Every cruel word he’d thrown at Evelyn echoed in his head. He’d called her a gold digger, said she didn’t belong. Now she was the richest woman in New York.

“You know, I think I figured out what you and Jazper Ray have in common.” I blinked. My heart skipped. She knew? I opened my mouth to ask, but she stood up before I could speak. Her smile faded into something more serious. “I’m Heather, by the way. I’m a psychologist,” she said calmly. “I can tell by the way you carry yourself... what you are to him, and what he is to you.” I furrowed my brows. “So... you do know something?” She shook her head. “Not facts. I just observe people.”