Heathers Oc Novels & Stories

“I’m sure there’s a way to oust Chelsea from the presidency.” “That’d be nice. Send Yelena, Bethany, Margie, Katie, and Skye away with her,” Heather said dreamily. “Those are the worst offenders?” I asked, thinking. Heather nodded. “Yeah.” “I think you need a break. Would you like to come over to my place and watch some Asian romantic comedies?”” Heather laughed. “Could we watch the one where he falls in love with a ghost?” I loved that show. It was hilarious how the ghost tricks the exorcist into doing things for her. “Absolutely. We’ll have popcorn, and sodas, and we can snuggle under blankets and laugh at ridiculous situations!”

Heather said, sounding depressed. “You shouldn’t provoke Kasey anymore. You will gain nothing by doing so. Heather coldly sneered. “Do you think I deliberately angered her as well? To her, my presence is nothing more than fuel to her anger. Do you want me to die?” “I didn’t mean it like that,” Percy hurriedly explained. Heather took a step back and evaded Percy’s extended hand before turning around to leave. However, she was suffering from extreme amounts of agony with just a few steps.

I watched Darius walk back toward the hotel entrance, his shoulders rigid with tension, disappearing through the doors without looking back. The moment he was gone, Heather's phone buzzed. She pulled it out and her expression shifted from curious to concerned in seconds. "Shit." She looked at me apologetically. "Emergency at the hospital. Multi-car pileup coming into the ER. I have to go." "Of course, go." I shifted Luna's weight on my hip. "We're fine." "I'm so sorry." Heather grabbed her purse from the car, leaving the shopping bags. "Rain check on the movie?"

I yelled even louder, forcing her to jump back in fear as she gazes at me sadly. “Heather would never run away from anyone, including her bullies. She faces her fears head-on, like a true-born omega. No matter how sad or angry she is, she would never run away from home. If she is not at home, I suggest you try her school because that is where she is supposed to be today. She takes her studies very seriously, I’m sure you know that by now.” She responded boldly, looking me dead in the eyes.

Heather's gaze was cast to the skies, watching the sun with squinted eyes. "Yeah, we should be done by then. Where's Zen?" I looked around the area knowing if I found Zen then Quade and Enzo wouldn't be far behind. "Oh, he's at the other pack house with Alpha Quade and Enzo is probably off snogging someone in a corner," she ran her hands down her cotton dress, smoothing the material out with an annoyed expression masking her face. "Why do you look so chuffed about that?" I mocked sarcastically, feigning a British accent as best as I could. Being with Quade and Heather had taught me a thing or two about the way British people spoke.

An Amateur in London: Heather enjoys lesbian sex while Luca watches... for a while. [All characters are over 18 years of age.] Walking to the ferry that would take us across the English Channel from Calais, France to Dover, England, we passed a long line of tractor-trailers waiting to drive on. The good-looking driver of one of the trucks caught Heather's eye, and she walked over to the side of his cab. Looking down at her he would have had a great view down her loose-fitting blouse at her braless tits.

Heather uttered. “And what might that be?” They both turned towards me. “We are going to find Rhea a hot guy tonight and she’s going to make out with him” Heather said, wiggling her eyebrows at me and my eyes widened. “I don't think that's necessary…” “It is and we are not leaving till we do” Stacy added before walking towards her desk and pouring Heather And I alone shot. “Let's pre-game before the night. We are going to have so much fun!” Heather squealed along with her and she handed me my own shot glass.

Phineas was a huge baseball fan and there were many business days spent here watching games. As they entered the room, Heather turned off the TV that was playing the American League game. Phineas kissed her before she got up off his lap and walked towards them. She pulled Rye into a tight hug. “I’m sorry, baby girl.” She whispered. “Thank you, ma’am.” Rye replied uncertain of what else to say. She had only met Heather once before and it was in passing. Heather turned and hugged Chance who hugged her back. Once released, she squeezed her son quickly and then slipped out of the room.

As we stepped into the lobby, my breath caught in my throat; my gaze landed on the slight blonde figure in a cheerleading uniform standing on top of one of the cafeteria tables, her delicate hands planted on her hips as she surveyed the crowd with cold gray eyes. “Heather,” I muttered through gritted teeth, anger already simmering at the sight of her. What new stunt was she pulling now? “Listen up!” Heather’s shrill voice cut through the din of curious voices, causing a hush to fall over the room. “In case you haven’t noticed, we’ve got a bit of a situation on our hands here.” She smirked, fake concern oozing from every pore as she swept her gaze across the crowd. “I don’t need to tell you h

-Helena He was thrilled to see what was going to happen next but he decided to save it for tomorrow, his aunts and uncles were still here and everytime he would go down at night he would hear always here a woman calling him he would ask his mother if she called him but she would always say that she didn’t when he wakes up in the morning he would see his parents with his Aunts and Uncle talking seriously.