Heathers West End Novels & Stories

He wouldn't be getting out anytime soon. Heather knew exactly who was behind the scenes, pushing for Brett's downfall. She changed her clothes, grabbed her keys, and headed out the door.

“Something like that. Staying on top of my duties, you know?” Heather smirked, leaning closer and pressing her palms into my desk. She lowered her voice, her breath tickling a strand of my hair as she spoke. “It sure is convenient how well things have been going for you lately,” she said softly. “Especially when it comes to your… romantic endeavors.” My muscles tensed, hackles raising on instinct just at the sound of her voice. “I’m not sure what you’re implying.” “Oh, I think you know exactly what I’m saying.” Heather’s smile didn’t waver, even as her tone took on a distinctly mocking lilt. “It’s sweet of Adrian, giving the wolfless dork a chance. You’re not his usual type, you know.”

She assures. "Okay, but why are we here? I think you should head home. You've had enough for tonight, and you should... What the fuck are you doing?" Heather ignores my words as she moves to the sink. She rest against it and spread her thighs, brushing her dress to her hips to reveal the lace panties she has under. "Fuck. " I cuss under my breath at the sight she presents before me. God, is she about to do what I think she's about to...

"It's about the billions of dollars your little performance just cost my company. It's about the board meeting he's going to have at eight a.m. where they're going to ask for his resignation. It's about the life you've destroyed because you couldn't keep your legs closed." "Let me see him," I said again, quieter this time. "Please." Heather laughed. "Listen to me, you pathetic little whore," she said, her smile sharp as broken glass. "You are never going to see Nate again. You are never going to speak to him again. You are going to disappear back into whatever gutter you crawled out of, and you are going to stay there. And if you so much as breathe in his direction, I will make sure every la

… Meanwhile, at Jeston International Exhibition Center, a star-studded charity art show was underway. Heather had organized the event. It happened annually, and all proceeds were donated through Stroud Group's Philip Foundation to terminally ill children from poor families. Through this, Heather maintained her position as the president of the city's Women's Association and remained the undisputed leader among high-society ladies. She was savoring exquisite desserts and fine wine, basking in the admiration of the wealthy elite, when suddenly, the doors swung open, and a cold draft swept through the hall. Heather adjusted her shawl, frowning as she glanced toward the entrance.

And ever since Heather’s first visit during Thanksgiving, she had never liked her for her brother. Heather had always been a spoiled brat. Winter remembered how she wouldn’t stop bragging about being the cheerleading captain, and how she hated when people wouldn't listen to their captain. She also talked about how she yanked a girl’s ponytail and shoved her off another teammate during practice because the girl wasn’t getting the routine the way she imagined it and wouldn’t step down from the position Heather wanted for her favorite dancer. Winter still wondered what her brother ever saw in her. And she knew exactly why her parents kept pushing the idea of Ezra and Heather getting back togeth

"Sure, take your time." Dolora doesn't like Heather into him and Heather's not a real friend any more. Dolora doesn't like her as her friend anymore. Heather's just living at the corner. Heather has a pool. And now he's into it. It's either she drowns her or... way much more... interesting.

Alexandra sat beside her, both of them watching the Wolves’ game film, seeing Alicia in black and red and white. Heather shook her head. “It’s weird, isn’t it? Seeing her in those colors. I keep thinking she’ll be in the huddle with us.” Alexandra nodded, her voice soft. “She looks happy, though. And Lloyd… he’s got that glow.” Heather smiled, bittersweet. “They deserve it. I just… I don’t know how I’m supposed to hit her.” Alexandra laughed, but it was a nervous sound. “I know. I keep picturing her wedding dress and then picturing her running a slant route right at me.”

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.

Heather knew the rich and powerful had their means of digging out the truth, so she wasn't caught off-guard by Wanda's question. Over 20 years ago, while Heather had been a student in Ravenwell, she'd heard of even more shocking scandals—like families selling their daughters to older, powerful men to secure their position in the social hierarchy. Thinking more scandalous things had happened among the rich and powerful, Heather made no effort to deny her wrongdoing. Wanda immediately pulled her hand away from Heather's. "It's no wonder Bev's health is in such terrible state. She's had to endure your nonsense and your son's tomfoolery!"