Heathers Jd Fanart Novels & Stories

] “You can also see that?” ‘Heather’ hummed an answer at her question. Jade closed her eyes and took a deep breath. It was unknown how ‘Heather’ saw her memories when she can’t see all of ‘Heather’s’ memories of this world. All she had were the informations she got from reading the novel. So she thought that what she knew were just basic things of this world. There were deeper things she does not know and needs to be unveiled. It scared her that what she will see if she open it would endanger her life.

The same attic where Henri had once found her drowning in anger. The same attic where she had spent hours questioning everything. Now she sat surrounded by old photographs. Old catalogues. Old memories. A history of lives connected through art. She found herself wondering how many people Henri had helped. Hundreds. Maybe thousands. The thought made her smile. Then her eyes landed on an old photograph. Henri. Claire. And a group of young artists. All laughing. All impossibly young. All believing life would last forever. Jessica picked up the frame. Studying it.

“You just promised I could do somethin’ that’s damn near impossible, honey,” Heather said, her arms folded beneath her chest as she stared into Jo’s eyes, unblinking. “I can’t get Cassidy back that quickly. Hell, I’m not sure I can get her back at all.”

"Well, she's a snobby, bratty rich bitch." I gasped. "You called her a bitch!" "She deserves it. Now come on, put this wig on." Heather said, handing me a wig of curly blonde hair. I put it on, examining myself. I guess I looked decent in it, unrecognizable too. The other girls were waiting outside for us as they had finished disguising themselves early. Heather wore dark sunglasses and a cap over her Five Seconds Of Summer T-shirt and dark blue jeans. I had seen a lot of pictures of Heather with the band so I couldn't resist asking her about them.

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.

I realize that I feel sick to my stomach. How could anyone do that? The more pressing question is why? He’s a successful man with a good job and a bright future ahead of him. Is this some sort of fetish? Does he get off to this kind of shit? Heather flicks through all the pictures she has taken. As she goes on, I start to see women coming in and out of the rooms. Some of them are fully clothed. Some of them are naked. Some of them are doing intimate things with partners. Some of them are doing sexual things alone.

Heather put on a jacket and quietly got down from the bed. Then, she went up to the window and admired the moon outside. The full moon was bright and yellow tonight, and it almost seemed as though she could see Matthias’ face printed on it. The latter seemed to be everywhere she looked these days, and Heather felt like she could go crazy from these hallucinations. In fact, she had much better things to do, so why was her mind occupied by these romantic affairs instead?

Heather growled and arched her back as much as she could, pushing her tits up into our faces. After a few moments of getting her fat nipples chewed on, Heather lowered her back, but Vickie and I held our positions, and Heather stretched her own tits out as we held her nubs between our teeth. When the leathery little knobs finally slipped free of our bites, Heather moaned, "Oh, fuck! You two are such frigging teases! My cunt is on fucking fire! I can feel my pussy-juice running into my ass crack!"

I’d learned that lesson enough times to have the scars to prove it. And yet, when his eyes flicked to me, even just for a second, I felt steadier than I had in years. By afternoon, the sun had turned harsh, baking the gravel. A few of the men wandered inside, but the younger ones lingered in the lot. Jake was among them, restless energy practically rolling off him. I saw him look my way. My stomach tightened. He walked over, grin easy, words dripping casual. “You look bored. Want to see something fun?”

Even though, she try to fight it, her Dad made her drive Hope to school. “Get off before anyone sees you with me” Heather said to Hope as soon as she drives into the school park. Hope raise her middle finger, pull her backpack and get down from the car, slamming the door. An annoyed sigh escape Heather’s lips, wanting to hit her. She grab her mirror from her bag and adjust her lipstick before getting down, she’s dressed in a black leather mini-skirt, white crop-top and black booth. Her dress concept is a sexy witch. Heather look around to find Patricia or Delaney whom she hasn’t spoken to for two days as she was busy practicing magic, which she failed at.