Heathers Heather Duke Novels & Stories

I conceded, “Okay. I’m going out there now.” I walked to the orphanage and found a lone dark witch standing in front of the orphanage with Heather in her arms! Heather was going along with whatever the witch told her to do. She had a far off look in her eyes and I recognized that look. I was easily able to look into Heather’s mind and found that she was pretending to be controlled and the witch was somehow falling for it.

“And even if we did, it’s none of your business.” Heather sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. “It is my business because people are still talking about the damn orgy thing.” “Which never happened,” I said, clenching my jaw. “I am dating Damon Grant, and if people have a problem with it, they can come and talk it out with me.” “You know those rumors about Drake, right?” Heather asked, her voice low. The car took a sharp break before moving again.

So we both leave Jeho alone and walk to the room where the girls are being kept until it's time for them to come out, we walk in and the sight that greets me makes me halt my steps. Heather is a vision in a silver dress that falls to her feet, her hair is curled up in an up door, she really does look like a bride. "You look spectacular Heather." I tell her and she bends her head blushing. "I'm going to give you two a minute." Alan says and then he leaves the room and closes the door behind him. Sometimes I wonder if he ever suspects how I feel about his sister but he hasn't said anything. "You look really handsome Elliott." Heather tells me.

He begged at me with a desperate voice. I crossed my arms in front of my chest as I looked at Duke's face with annoyance " then tell me then?" Duke took a deep sigh in front of me before replying to my question " Well to be honest Elaine your outfit is very beautiful but too sexy " He finally said to me with an embarrassed face. I just laughed after hearing his stupid explanation " You are an idiot Duke Hayes" I commented on what I heard from him. " And it's not my problem if you don't like my outfit dear " I said again to him coldly and started walking without him.

“You are pessimistic.” He took his time turning to her. “You are beautiful.” She blushed and quickly covered her cheeks, surprised. Why was she blushing? “What is your name?” Good gracious! She was with the Duke of Carlisle and she had forgotten to let herself known after his introductions. Quickly, she cleared her throat. “Forgive my manners, My Lord. Bethany Fitzgerald, daughter to Radclyffe and Victoria Fitzgerald.” She bowed fully. The Duke angled his head. “I don’t think I know your Father.”

I asked, my voice shaky. Heather sighed, running a hand through her hair. "Victoria," she began, "Victoria and I made a little deal with each other. She offered me a million Dollars.All I had to do was keep an eye on you. She knew you wouldn't be able to keep your mouth shut. And she was right."

Instead of running, I decided to hide behind the carousel. "You know, Effie. If only you had liked my cousin and dated him, nothing would have happened," Heather said. I crouched down in one of the seats. "I thought you would exorcist his gayness, but you can't. You can't take out the gay in anybody. While I was in solidarity, I made out with one of the young female nurses to sneak in some drugs that could get me high. And guess what? I took some, and I'm feeling great!" She laughs wickedly. I exhale, trying to keep myself warm, rubbing my arms. I'm still freezing from being cooped up inside a giant freezer I never thought I would get out of.

Heather was like a passionate eccentric coach getting her team ready for the most crucial game of their lives, one that could shape their future and careers. I have always thought of her as a defenceless kitten, a gentle dove, a meek lamb who wallows a lot because of what she’d been through and can’t even raise her voice at someone or let alone hurt a fly. I never knew she could be this pumped up. If she keeps up with this great attitude, she might just become my second best friend after Nina.

The same ping of regret I felt as she walked out of that diner tries to creep up on me but I make sure to smother it as soon as it catches up, because this is not the time to get soft. Like a real ice princess, even if melted around the edges, Katerina sits on the sofa next to her friend, nodding to the lawyers and the priest, whose name I keep forgetting and apologises to them for being late, blaming it all on her jet lag and the fact she’s still a bit off centre after the climate change and the long flight yesterday.

I say shaking my head. “Anything you want to talk about?” Heather asks watching me closely. Heather is about three years younger than me and already mated. She moved here when she was fourteen to live with her human Grandmother who lives in a small cottage on our territory. Her life has been affected by this curse just as much if not more than any of us. She takes my hand and leads me over to the couch pulling me down to sit beside her. “Are you having problems with Quinn?” I shake my head staring at her mate mark. It is a very unusual one and so are the matching ones of her mates. We think it is because of Heather’s witch bloodline from her Mom’s side. When she notices me staring at her mar