Heathers Heather Duke Novels & Stories

He was busy himself, tied up with a couple of monsters. “One of your Hunters just lost her jugular,” Brandon explained. “If you don’t get a Healer in here, she’s not gonna make it.” Dax was engaged again, and Heather had run over to the woman, trying her best to stop the bleeding. I could tell by the way she was concentrating, kneeling there on the ground, that she was also trying to throw the shield. Her hands were pressed to the woman’s neck, and another team member came over to try to protect them. I prayed the woman on the ground would make it and that Heather would figure out how to put up the shield before there were more casualties.

Prologue Duke Patrick is a 38 year old doctor, working in a National hospital.He had his first wife called Alicia who died mysteriously and Duke was framed for her wife's death.He was taken to the court.The day of his hearing, Andrew his best friend saved him from being imprisoned Due to stress and alcoholism, he was forced to stop working for a while. After a long period of loneliness, he decides to start over again, working and family because that's what he treasured most.He meets his highschool friend Amanda and falls deeply in love with her which leads to marriage.

After a pause, she continued, “By the way, do you think you can replace me after attending a few boring dinners and talking to a few useless people? Hannah Riggs, you’re way too naive! Do you think that’s all I can do? If that’s true, I couldn’t have gotten to where I am today, and the Riggs family would not have the wealth we possess today!” “Then you…” Hannah widened her eyes, obviously convinced by Heather’s words by now. There was just one thing she did not understand. ‘She wasn’t in good health recently, and it didn’t look like she was acting at all.’ “Do you like the show I put up for you?” Heather took a deep breath and pressed one hand on the bed’s frame. When she tightened her grip,

Previously, she had thought that the king's elevation of Hector to a duke was merely a formality to balance out Barrett and Aurora's marriage—that it was more about appearances than real significance. Now, Heather deeply regretted her actions and wanted to quickly try to make amends. "Fortunately, Leona doesn't know about this. When Carissa returns in triumph, I'll make sure Leona visits her. They were very close when they were young. Otherwise, Carissa wouldn't have sent Leona wedding gifts when she got married," said Heather.

"I'm in. But we need a plan." Marcus smiled, a glint of excitement in his eyes. "Oh, don't worry. I've got a few ideas." And with that, the two friends began to plot and plan, determined to take down the Terminator once and for all. NEXT MORNING Heather stood in front of a mirror, looking at her own reflection. She smiled briefly before grabbing her handbag. She had a shoot scheduled for the day. As soon as she got out of her car, fans started screaming and cheering, and she blew kisses at them in response. She was loved by all, generous to everyone, but the other side of her was not known to anyone. She walked into the company with the help of the guards, her smile never waning. When she go

Hold on, my love, I am coming for you, Aiden thought as he was riding his stallion and went after his future bride. ***** I was smiling at the person that was sitting in front of me. Duke Henderson was the crown prince from Zirconia, a little country on the south of Niapachad Island. He just arrived yesterday and I greeted him just in time when I arrived from Grea to Royal Molftus. And right now, we’re having breakfast with Niklaus, my cousin, acting as our chaperone. “So, Prince Duke—” “Please, call me Duke, Your Majesty,” he said as he was looking at me with his peculiar maroon eyes. I smiled before I dabbed my mouth as well.

"I think I may have found something that could help soothe your raging heart, dear sister." I'm no longer surprised by her words. Heather is the historian of our pack. She is an older woman. Her hair is half silver and half white, split right down the middle. She's over 100 years old, but look no more than 55. Her eyes are an icy blue, and her skin is pale. Her hair comes down straight and is hip- length. She is fairly slender. Heather has always felt odd. It may be due to her gift. She has the ability to peer into one's soul. Just one look at you, and she can tell your deepest, darkest thoughts and guide you away from that dark path. "Come with me."

I had just finished warming up at my adoptive father's boxing gym when I was brought back to my wealthy biological family. When my tanned, heavily muscled self walked into the living room, my biological parents, who had been ready to humiliate me, fell completely silent. They had brought me back because they wanted me to marry the heir of the Lamberts. He was rumored to have a violent temper and had already scared away ten fiancées. The fake heiress was still pretending to cry at first. But the moment she saw my massive biceps, she stopped crying. She nervously hid behind my older brother. "Jack, are you sure Mr. Andrew is abusing Rachel and not the other way around? What if Rachel is the on

The fucking jerk! I want to rip him a new one, but Heather’s voice comes around the corner. “Dakota! Oh my God, are you done already? Tell me, tell me, how was it!?” “It was horrible, Heather!” Hayden offers immediately, laughingly. Heather’s eyes soften toward me. “Oh no, baby, come here!” she says softly, pulling me in for a hug. Even though these two are unidentical, biological twins, they couldn’t be more different.

“Get the heck out of here before I send you to the Moon Goddess above.” He needed no second telling, scurrying on his feet, shaking like a leaf, while Heather tried to make me see things clearly. Heather was someone who didn’t believe in acting rashly in situations. While I was burning coal, she was ice. She has been the calm to my storm ever since Adeline was no more, and as always, she tamed me down.