Heathers Names Novels & Stories

Both Heather and I groaned as we walked out of my room. Matthew, or Matt, was the Beta’s son; he was obsessed with Harriet. They had been glued to each other’s faces, at least I only pictured their faces, for a few weeks now. Harriet continued her excuse, “He came to me. Well, for me.” Heather faked vomited as we hustled down the stairs.

I scratch the back of my head, my fingers tangling up in my hair. “It’s down the other way”. Tall, milky skin, auburn finger-combed slick back hair and dark orbs. He points his finger to somewhere beside us, his other hand in the pocket of his grey hoodie. “Thanks um…” I ride off, waiting for him to fill in and he smiles a little, “Asher”. “Right. I’m Heather” I introduce myself and he nods, “I know. You should get going”. “Wow! Isn’t her hot?” Ria comes whispering in my ears, making me shift away and towards Silver as we get into the noisy canteen.

Heather's voice is filled with worry and sorrow as she reveals her greatest fear. Heather has never been confident in her appearance. She doesn't think she is ugly, but she also doesn't think she is beautiful. She has been overlooked her entire life and has accepted it. Then the most eligible bachelor in the city starts showing an interest in her. Heather has been waiting for the other shoe to drop; the longer it takes, the more she falls for Casey. Now she is terrified of the moment Casey realizes he can do better and walks away because that will destroy Heather.

She took a few seconds to calm herself before she turned to thank Ambrose. "Thank you. My name is Heather, the princess of the Sea Mackie Clan. I came out to play today, but that bad man saw me and had been chasing after me ever since," she said.

She then read the words again. “Hea…Heather?...” He brows creased. Out of the blue, a scene passed by her view, rendering her to flinch. It was her memory of the time she jumped down the building. She remembered it vividly when a guy called her Heather before everything went black. But, what is the correlation between Heather and her? Why was this name is etched on a flesh and why is she inside this almost destroyed space? The ground shook, premoniting the coming of a fall. Elaine had no time to ponder more about it, yet she need more time to guess. Before the rubble of flesh again fell on her for the third time, she loudly announced a random sentence on a flesh.

“And although I don’t really care if you want to be an annoyance to the people around you just because you think they owe you the world, I think you need to wake up from dreaming honey this world owes you shit just because you knew how to look cute when you’re a child.” Heather looked like a second away from punching me, “Who do you think you are?” “Me? I’m Elena, I would say nice to meet you,” I started with a neutral voice, “But seeing you’re an A-class bitch I would rather not associate with you.” Despite the confidence of my words, in reality, I was trembling inside, Heather was a very intimidating figure in the past, I tried not to get in her way as much as I could and with my position

he called again, impatient as ever. “The girl..” I mumbled and his brows furrowed. “She’s a rogue. Richard will handle her” “You don’t recognize me” she muttered again, louder this time. Loud enough that the crowd that had grown thin but remained watchful began to murmur. “What’s your name?” I asked, heart still racing for other reasons. She glanced at me but her gaze lasted for only a brief second and she was back to staring at the king. “Heather” genuine confusion flashed across his face and I believed him.

"When you do, neither of us will be young anymore, but Lili and Xavier are so much like us. When I look at them, it's like seeing echoes of who we used to be. That's not so bad, is it?” A gentle breeze drifted in through the window, carrying with it the faint chime of wind bells. The sound was melodic as if nature itself was singing for them. Heather's gaze never wavered from the man on the bed. The dim light of the room cast a soft glow over her features as she smiled. He was her ultimate devotion, her lifelong love. As Jeffrey had realized long ago, Heather never loved him. Her heart belonged entirely to "Jay"—Jason Turner. Jason's original name wasn't even Jason. He had been named Liam Tu

I opened my eyes to see Tammy smiling with tears in her eyes, Teaghan was staring with a confused look on her face. “What was that?” She asked. “That is how a healer heals.” Teaghan nods her head and chuckles. “That was amazing! You’ll have to explain it to me, but incredible!” She was a little out of breath as she sat back down in the chair beside the bed. Grabbing his hand once again and kissing it. “You’re gonna be just fine, Alpha.” “You have a beautiful wolf, Teaghan. What is her name?” “Laney” She starts laughing. I look at her, in question. “Laney is strutting herself around my head while swishing her tail. Such a drama queen! We both thank you.” I chuckled along with her.

Why are your names different? - What do you mean, different? - Your last name is Carson, and your brother's is Dixon. - Oh, that. – she shook her head. - I didn't even remember that. Carson is my father's last name. My name is Sophia Alexandra Dixon Carson, but I only use the official Sophia Carson name. Christopher's full name is Christopher Paul Dixon Carson, and my little brother is Leonard Sage Dixon Carson. Christopher chose to use Christopher Dixon from the day he started his business. It's on all legal documents. Leo just copies his brother. He loves Christopher to death.