Heathers Names Novels & Stories

“Good morning ma'am.” “Good morning.” Lyra recognized her from yesterday. “You're on my team, right? What's your name?” “Heather.” “Nice to meet you, Heather. You have a beautiful smile.” Heather blushed. “Thank you, ma'am.” Then she extended her hand. “Please allow me to help with your bag.” Lyra mirrored her smile. “Don't worry, it's fine. Tell the others, everyone should start brainstorming for topics for the summit. We'll have a meeting and pick the best.”

Her slow steps were stopped by a thin voice calling out her name. "Carella? Carella Jones?" The voice called out and she immideatly knew who the annoying voice belonged to. Heather Liffman. Or as they used to call her 'Healiff' Carella pulled on the best fake smile she can possibly make and turned towards the direction if the voice. "Heather..." "Oh my gosh...It is you. How did you know it was me?" Heather literally screamed the words and made both Carella and Mark grint their teeth.

"That is rather costly!" "Do not be concerned. I am willing to buy as much as you want.” As he grabbed my buttocks, I clutched to his arms and my face collided with his solid chest. "Tell me your name," he murmured, his lips already on the base of my neck. “Although I already knew it, I wanted to hear it from your lips.” "My name is H-Heather." “Heather what?" He gripped my buttocks even more tightly. "It's Heather Windsor!"

“Where did you run off to? And why did you have to run away? You could have stayed, Hay. No matter what could happen, we could have gotten through that shit together…” From his tone, I could tell he was still pained from all that time and hadn’t gotten over it. I didn’t know he also had a nickname for her – Hay. That threw me off balance a bit. I thought that was only our thing. I liked him calling me B. I didn’t want him calling any other woman by their nickname. I wondered if she had a nickname for him too. Tears glistened in Heather’s emerald eyes. Her long lashes fluttered uncontrollably as she rigidly tried to hold herself in check.

"Yes of course, well thank you miss?” "Oh, Vanderwood, Lelanna Vanderwood" I smiled kindly “Lelanna? well that’s a very pretty name, well Lelanna Vanderwood, I’m Heath Lawrence” he said holding his hand out for me to shake, I put my hand in his and shook it lightly ” It’s been a pleasure to meet you Lelanna” “And you too Heath”

Although my mother is the Luna and does not normally attend births of the pack she was by Melissa’s side when Heather was born, just four days before I was. Heather is one of the packs beauties. She is very tall with long legs and shimmering blond hair. The Mood Goddess blessed her with high cheek bones, and a voluptuous hourglass figure. When Heather walks into a room all the men stare at her beauty. Unfortunately, her beauty is only skin deep. Heather has broken my nose on multiple occasions and has spread rumors throughout the pack that I am a slut. She blames me for her not being the next Luna. According to Heather my brother was probably her destined mate.

In a matter of days, I’d be crowned as the Luna Queen, and irrespective of what Draven’s plans were once he takes his throne, I had more confidence knowing the goddess had seen this coming. Heather narrowed her eyes “You know…” her voice trailed off, and the chill on my skin gave me a guess as to why she stopped “Dray,” a warm smile spread around her cheeks as she stared at the figure that was now standing behind me. I should slap her mouth for how she used a pet name for him, my wolf scowled in my head. “What are you doing here, Heather?” Draven scowled, not bothering to hide the displeasure from his voice.

Heather’s knives tilted down just a hair. Zane’s ears flattened so hard they almost vanished into his skull. “Say that again,” Heather said softly. Gunner blinked. “What?” Heather smiled. It was not kind. “Say her name again,” she crooned. “Go ahead. I want to see what happens.” Gunner sneered. “Charlotte? Yeah. Charlotte. My daughter. Of course I’m going to say her name, that’s my girl, and—” He didn’t get to finish.

Some of her classmates also laughed as to why Maxine didn't know her real name. "Hey, what's going on?" Stanley finally came back after parking their car. "Mom said that she was Maxine. But her name was Maureen, and not Maxine, right daddy?" Heather complained. It made Stanley look at his wife, who was still speechless now. Stanley let out an absurd laugh. "Okay, guys, listen. Heather's mom was named Maureen Maxine. Maxine was her second name," he lied, thinking that this was the only way to get out of it. The children, including Heather, thankfully believed.

“Who am I? With all your supposed cleverness, I’d think you’d have guessed by now.” Caitlin’s lips curved into a cold smile that grew wider by the second. Heather instinctively took a step back, unsettled by that unnerving calm. A dreadful thought flickered through her mind—a name she had long feared to hear. “You… you can’t be… Cait…” “Finally figured it out? That’s right. I’m Caitlin.” Heather froze, speechless. “You spent years scheming against me,” Caitlin said quietly. “But you never imagined I was right beside you, did you?”