Heathers Names Novels & Stories

she wrote down the name. “Helena? Who’s Helena?” Kate asked and Sophia was startled. “Another suspect. She’s my step sister and also the Governor’s daughter” “Did you meet her recently Miss Heather?” “Yeah I met her at the mall today” “What did she say? What did you guys talk about?” “Are you really eager to know what we discussed about?” Heather stared at Sophia and focused on the sheet on the table. “The governor’s daughter? Wait, how are you supposed the governor’s daughter’s step sister?” Kate was confused.

"She's so brave. I wouldn't be able to take it if I were in her shoes." "There's no way that she has ulterior motives. It's not like she can benefit from this situation. She's simply doing it to make sure that justice is served." Heather took a deep breath before continuing, "My name is Heather Cliffton. I was the second-highest-scoring scholar for the college entrance exam of this province." She paused, looking like she was suppressing her emotions. "I'm not doing this for myself. I admit that I felt a little unhappy when I learned that I had lost to Sarah by two points. But more importantly…"

"Why? Didn’t you know that 'Jade' is the most precious stone in ancient China?" "And so?" "That means I, Jade Aczen, is the most precious daughter of the Aczen." "But do you know what the name 'Heather' means?" "Uhm, no." "Nevermind. Continue eating." Then he bowed his head and continued eating. 'What was that? He just threw me a question and won't answer it.' I tried pestering him to answer the meaning of 'Heather', but his mouth was tightly sealed. Even with my pretty please, he never budged and just urged me to quickly finish eating.

They began to ask scandalous questions such as how much money their sugar daddies gave them each month. Heather seemed like she was relishing in how well her plan worked out. Caprice gnashed her teeth. It was at this moment that a brilliant idea came to her. She turned to Heather with an exaggerated expression of sorrow in her eyes. "Heather, you know I’m nothing like what they’re making me out to be, you're the only one who can clear my name.” Everyone turned their collective attention to Heather. As far as they were concerned, Heather was a goddess who had come down to earth. She was beautiful and respectable in her field of work, and every word that came out of her lips was considered the

“My sister was pregnant when she went missing years ago. Her pup would be about your age now, and you look remarkably like her. Also, her middle name was Tara. If she had a she-wolf, she wanted to name her Tara.” Tara stared at Alpha Danvers with a blank look, but said nothing as she thought. “We were mostly homeschooled. The Elmwood Pack avoided interacting with other packs as far as I was aware of. There wasn’t a place for me within their business dealings, so I can’t be sure there. What was her name?” “Heather Tara Danvers.” “My mother’s name was Lillian Travers, but…” Cal was all ears now, listening to this give and take of information. “But what, babe?”

Emma said with a soft laugh. "Really?” Heather was taken aback. “I could tell that your face is new here. Since you got an invite, you must be with the Queen's company." "I'm Emmaline Facer. I just started as a designer at Queen’s." She reached out her hand to the woman for a handshake. Heather accepted it. "Heather Walls. A close friend of Mr. Queen.” A close friend? Her smile faded for a few moments as the word shocked her. The woman was really pretty and had an aura with her, and Emma didn’t want to believe they were just “close friends.”

I wasn’t sure what was worrying her more, the thought of being separated from her mate or what they would do to her if they found her out of her room. “I think we should just make a run for it. There are lots of us and only a few of us, if we all run at them they will have no choice other than to back away and let us go.” My feisty sister who suggested. On our way through the building she had admitted to me that my parents hadn’t officially named any of them but she had named herself Heather.

ABIGEAL THE WOMAN named Heather broke into a wide smile when Blaine said her name. “Oh my God it's been so long! You look gorgeous.” She enthused, wrapping her arms around him and giving him air kisses. He returned the hug, but hesitantly, like he wasn't sure what was going on. “Heather, what are you doing here? You're not one of our partners.” He said. She laughed like he'd said the most hilarious thing. “No, silly, you know I'm not into that kind of thing.”

“Is everything alright there?” “Yah, sorry Chester… I think I got food poisoning or something. Just excuse the noise… I’m sure she’ll come around, just give her time and let her get used to you and her surroundings. From what Heather has told us, she’s going to need room to heal mentally as well as physically.” Heather had shared more with me yesterday about her experience growing up, and anyone we find in these situations was going to need a lot of help readjusting to the world. I hurled again and wiped my mouth, the sour taste of upchuck curdling my stomach even more. Wiping my mouth, I continued. “Does she have a name?” “Annabelle. Her name is Annabelle.” Chester said it like a prayer, a

Who are they? Walking down the hallway that leads to the room I assigned to her; Heather is coming out with a tray of barely touched food in her hands, and she flinches when her gaze meets mine, her head lowering in respect. "Alpha King, " She utters, keeping her head bent. "Where's Isberlt?" I question her, and she lifts her head to meet my gaze with a confused look crossing over her feature. Pain. Pain. Pain. Hurt. Growls within me make me snap at her.