روايات وقصص ضمن Heathers

"That's good. It's not easy raising a pup alone. I always thought you were a single mother." I smiled faintly. I wasn't before, but soon I would be one. "Megan Cross, you're the most skilled healer we have. Without you, the common folk won't have anyone to treat them. They can't afford the fees of the nobles' healers." Emily glanced at the patients lying nearby and sighed. I gave a helpless smile and turned to leave the healer's tent—only to run straight into Alpha King Jason Boone of the Northern Realm and Princess Bailey Shaw of the Silvermoon Pack. They were both visiting injured warriors.

"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."

My heart started pounding my chest like a war drum. The first Haunter on the red carpet was Ted, wearing just like he was about to enter a location to investigate it. He was with a very attractive girl who wore a more elegant outfit, but anyway all black. Next came Ricky with his wife. They joined Ted and girlfriend at the top of the stairs and turned to wave at the fans first, then at NY Barbie and company, before entering the theater. Then came Isaac, with his wife and Trisha, who looked like she’d been born to be there.

One of the head guards answered with uncertainty evident in his quivering voice, clearly not knowing how else to handle their present predicament. "Kim! What the hell happened there?" Corentin asked, turning to face the girl who had been tight-lipped this entire time. “I…I…don't know boss, when I got in Dion Genovese was unconscious and his sister told me that he had tripped and hit his head while entering the room. She had her brother's gun and turned it on me, demanding that I release her" she made clear and the next thing she knew, she was struggling to breathe as Corentin wrapped his hands around her neck in an attempt to snuff the living daylight out of her.

All eyes turned to the woman who had just stepped out onto the back deck. Heather. She wore white jeans, a white jacket, and a bright yellow top, with not a hint of Abby’s signature pink anywhere on her. He watched as Abby lifted her head, a hopeful look on her face, and then the sadness he saw as she realized her mother hadn’t done the one thing she’d asked. In a sea of every shade of pink imaginable, Heather stood out like a sore thumb which was probably her intention. Heather hated it when anyone else was in the spotlight, even if that other person was her daughter.

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.

That’s the only reason why she had been so nice to her and taken proper care of her. Heather was her ticket to a better life, and when Heather discovered the truth about her brother and foster mom, she knew that she was not going to get anything more out Heathers brother, so she clung to her Alpha and turned evil. She hates Heather for ruining everything for her and she is out for vengeance against a girl she once called her daughter. She blames her for the q

But then what will come next? A noise breaks me from my thoughts. I turn as the door opens. To my horror, it’s my worst enemy, Heather. Heather is Troy's girlfriend and the biggest bully of them all. "Hello, Omega," she says. "Look at you, all pathetic and helpless." Heather’s beauty doesn’t help anything. Her long blond hair and beautiful blue eyes are paired with a tall, thin, model type of body. She can have anything she wants, but she wastes her time on me.

Heather shook her head and took another glance around the expansive space. "My name is Archer, and I am your mate. You are my Luna." "Luna?" Heather questioned, her voice shaking violently, since she had a vague recollection of being told she was not an Alpha female. As soon as Heather touched her head owing to the acute agony, Archer snatched her by the back of the neck. When she glanced at Archer, she realized that she had memories of the guy in front of her now, but she couldn't see them clearly since the image was still too hazy to be clearly discernible.

“Is it just me or is St. Patrick’s cheerleading squad a whole lot more competitive than yours? What happened to the cheer squad? I know Heather would have created a better routine than whatever you guys have planned.” Heather Greene was a former cheer captain and she was strict about who made cheer…well that’s partially because she was sort of an asshole. I’m surprised Jess and she got to be best friends after everything Heather did to her. But then again, we juniors at the time never got to hear the whole story about what really went down to stop their enmity.