Heathers Novels & Stories

She stood up straighter and waved to someone. Heith almost groaned aloud as Chloe’s best friend, Heith and Edgar’s former girlfriend, glided over. “Oh Eddie, Heithie, I am so sorry for your loss.” Heather cooed. Edgar pulled her into his lap, smiling pathetically. “I need some soft comfort about now.” “Edgar...” Heith warned, but Edgar shot him the middle finger behind Heather’s back. Heith stood up, snapping in staccato, “You are un-freak-ing-beliv-able.”

Jeff comes through the door and it's his turn to devour me with his creepy eyes. “Oh God, No Hannah, take bachelor number one. This one is worse”. I smile sweetly at them as they stand there and gawk at me. “Girl, the hills have eyes! Let’s get out of here!” she warns. “I think I can take ‘em”, I tell her as they are mumbling something to each other. Still snapping pictures creeper asks, “Hey, you wanna party?” “Party?” I ask in a way that says 'tell me more'.

She asked, impatient as she waited for him to elaborate. "Bruce a-and Layla Kingston. They're the leaders of t-the Panthers, The American m-mafia." She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Unfortunately, I don't have a clue of who they are." The woman grabbed another knife from the table and slashed multiple cuts on his chest, red blood oozing down his torso freely. Bella went around him and carved a heart on his bare back. It was her symbol; a signature, you could say. Each of her victims, alive or not, bared the symbol on their skin.

Heather was a beast, that was for certain. Dax jogged off in her direction about the time the Healer next to her shook his head and wiped the blood off of his hands on a towel that hung from his pants. Dax patted Heather on the shoulder, and she opened her eyes, immediately bursting into tears upon hearing that the Hunter she’d tried to help hadn’t made it. Never in a million years would Brandon have guessed Heather was the crying type, but this was a time for discovery. Maybe she wasn’t as tough as she let on.

"Yeah, one driver's license. I already contacted the parents. They should be here in no time." As he spoke, they began to appear. Kleo's mother, Connie Dawson. Dawns parents and Jodie's mother with her boyfriend. Connie, red eyed and blotchy faced from crying, led the group. She walked up to nurse Baker, "Where are our girls?" Tina was filled with sympathy for the woman and her tone showed just that "They're in surgery ma'am." At the mention of surgery, Nikki Prince, Jodie's mother entirely broke. "Mrs. Prince, it'll be, okay."

“Tell Damien to keep decoding. Every record, every fund, every hidden ledger. When we’re done, the truth won’t just defend us—it’ll define us.” Athens - Temporary Clinic A single bandage crossed Adrian’s temple; monitors hissed faintly above him. He lay half‑awake, listening to the muted rhythm of rain and machines. Hale sat nearby, still running surface scans from a small terminal. “You bought them time,” Hale murmured. “Doesn’t look like Charlotte expected you to survive it.” “She never does,” Adrian said, voice low, steady. “But she’ll change tactics now, she always does when the ghosts start screaming.”

Honey was rubbing her sister's back. I was enough of a pervert to look from Heather's bare feet up to her perfect ass, clad only in a pair of black panties. Heather was my athlete. She had inherited my height, and stood at five-eight, with strong legs and a ripped midsection from playing endless games of soccer for her high school team. Despite her lack of nearly all unnecessary fat, Heather also had a perfect set of c-cup breasts that absolutely defied gravity. Honey was the older sister, but Heather had more of a woman's body. A body that a lot of playboy models would have been jealous of.

" Heather scoffs, her hurt laughter making my body tense but I don't let my act of bravely falter. Her friends look ready to kick my lone ass at her order. I look them straight in the eyes so they know I am not scared. I am afraid of course, I just don't plan on showing it. What are they fighting me for anyway? I won the Emporer fair and square. Heather steps forward further until we are literally breathing into each other's face, and now I can see it in her red eyes, she's been crying. I feel uncomfortable being so close to her, have I ever mentioned that she has this hideous aura that makes you feel like you're facing off with a witch.

My throat tightened, and I forced myself to breathe slowly, evenly. In and out. In and out. "What if this whole thing is just another play, Elena?" Heather whispered, the anger turning into a dark, terrifying caution. Her voice had gone quiet, which somehow made it more frightening than when she'd been yelling. Quiet Heather was dangerous Heather, the one who saw threats everywhere because she'd learned the hard way that they were everywhere.

The slit in her dress caught the light, casting a soft glow across the rich, dark skin of her thigh. “Whatever,” she grunted. The silence that followed was awkward at best. “Back to the Heathers,” Valen cut in smoothly, finally breaking the tension. “They warned us that Kyante’s prison will be heavily enchanted. The gates, the walls—even the stone itself. Layers of spells, old and cruel. So, we’ll need thistles.” “Who are the Heathers?” I asked, brow furrowed.