Heathers Summary Novels & Stories

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.

She checks everything, including the baby monitor and Heather’s background, but finds nothing suspicious. On the fourth day of Damien's departure, Carol meets Heather in the garden. Sitting by the lakeside while playing with Aria, Carol observes Heather, who flinches slightly when spoken to. "Yes, ma’am?" Heather, a 21-year-old orphan from Damien’s family orphanages, responds quietly. "What would you do if you got a paid vacation?" The unexpected question startles Heather. She looks at Carol with wide eyes, clearly nervous. "Am I being—" "No!" Carol raises a hand, interrupting her. "I’m just asking."

Heather must be the person who orchestrated this. She wanted Christina to leave Michael and move her family out of Jade City. That explained why she reacted overly agitated at Christina’s arrival — it was to provoke her further. If anything bad shall happen to Travis, then she would make sure Heather the old witch would pay for it! Travis woke up for a short while before passing out again which put Christina on the edge of her seat. Serena called the next morning. “Sister, I’d like to meet you.”

I felt completely sick to my stomach, my heart ached terribly for the woman who was my substitute mother, I gave Clair a silent glance of remorse, knowing that I needed to be strong no matter how badly I wanted to cry. I was hating everything at this very moment but before I could really hate anything a figure appeared, like a viper in the mist, A creature bound to get my attention. Heather made her way through the group to the front, her belly swollen slightly with a small but sheepish grin playing across her face, her wild red hair was blowing untamabley in the wind. "Draven, we need to talk darling" she said in her foreign accent.

The same ping of regret I felt as she walked out of that diner tries to creep up on me but I make sure to smother it as soon as it catches up, because this is not the time to get soft. Like a real ice princess, even if melted around the edges, Katerina sits on the sofa next to her friend, nodding to the lawyers and the priest, whose name I keep forgetting and apologises to them for being late, blaming it all on her jet lag and the fact she’s still a bit off centre after the climate change and the long flight yesterday.

Sheena said "What? I thought I'll just review some files" I said. I don't want to see him every day the pain that I felt keeps on coming back when I see him. The feeling of betrayal is really painful. "Yes Ma'am, however, Mr. Madden ordered you to observe some meetings as your reference in the future," Sheena said. Oh well, I don't even have a choice. "What time is it?" I asked Sheena so I can prepare to face that moron again.

But she’s mature for her age. I went to Heather’s room. She’s still asleep. I put her purse on the table beside her bed. I looked at her. And checked her neck. She got bruises on her neck and looks like someone really strangled her. I pity her. Then, I let the thought go, and I left her room. I made some calls to check some transactions for work. After an hour or two, I went back to Heather’s room, and she’s gone. Where the hell is she?

And he had understood both his parents, she thought with a sudden rush of emotion that caused her chest to tighten. He hadn't judged either of them and it was clear he held no animosity for Catherine or her mother either. Brody had a big heart, an understanding heart. Alanis felt the hot prick of tears behind her eyelids and blinked them away rapidly. She couldn't pretend any longer that he was the heartless womanizer she had first imagined, although it would be easier if she could… much easier.

I say, seeing which papers that idiot was looking at. "I'm not a peeper". Speaks sitting in the chair facing my desk. "I just don't understand why you feel so much hatred for him". "Don't you understand?" I ask louder, not believing what I had just heard. "You are the daughter and heiress of businessmen, fairy tales don't exist for any of us". She answers seriously. "You should be happy because he's young, he's hot, and you have an overwhelming chemistry. I'm still recovering from what I saw". She says, shaking herself with a smile.

So we both leave Jeho alone and walk to the room where the girls are being kept until it's time for them to come out, we walk in and the sight that greets me makes me halt my steps. Heather is a vision in a silver dress that falls to her feet, her hair is curled up in an up door, she really does look like a bride. "You look spectacular Heather." I tell her and she bends her head blushing. "I'm going to give you two a minute." Alan says and then he leaves the room and closes the door behind him. Sometimes I wonder if he ever suspects how I feel about his sister but he hasn't said anything. "You look really handsome Elliott." Heather tells me.