Heathers West End Novels & Stories

he commented. Heather’s personality seemed to take a complete one-eighty at Rem’s words. Her expression was that of someone quite serious as she stepped further into the hidden room. “Ah, I haven’t been home to receive the news. Good. Maybe now you’ll have the respect and following worthy of my son. We will have to celebrate the good news with a large gathering. Now that you’re the leader, you will have to make many appearances with big-name celebrities to join your father’s own work,” she said matter-of-factly.

Heather closed her luggage bag and placed it by the door. Luna followed her and gave her a curious look. "Remember Anne Sinclair?" Heather paused. Anne? It had been some time since she last heard that name. As far as she remembered, Anne had returned to Mericia with her ex-husband, Jacob Horton. She never bothered asking what happened to her after that. Luna tapped on her phone and pulled up some entertainment news from Mericia. "She miscarried." Heather widened her eyes. After scanning the article, she found out that Anne hadn't had a great time with her ex-husband in Mericia.

Heather’s apartment was on the west side of the town, in a rundown motel. I didn’t like the fact that she was there, it was old and unsafe; but she had told me it was all she could afford. I was trying to get her to move somewhere safer, if she would even accept help from me financially. But Heather, although enjoying having found her mate, was still skeptical about the relationship. Having been mistreated in her old pack, I knew that they would have a long way to go where trust between the two of them would come naturally. Black Haven had all but stripped Heather of any sense of self, and I saw her struggle every time we met to be herself.

" Heather walked slowly toward Charlie and slapped him across the face. She didn't hold back against that scumbag. Then, she raised the paper in her hand and announced, "Willow Harper is my daughter. She's the rightful heiress of the Chapman family."

A tall and imposing figure stood in her way, blocking her vision. With a nonchalant expression, Darren glanced at her coldly as he snapped, "Why are you looking at someone else?" Clearly, Heather recognized him. When she met his eyes, she couldn't help but shudder. "I'm an employee at Londyn Welfare Center…" She was awash in anxiety as she relaxed her fists, only to clench it again. In a clipped tone, she said, "I'm responsible for taking care of the kids there."

Because I think she looks beautiful. Very beautiful, just like the nonexistent goddess-like being, Heather. I smirked as I wrapped my arms around her slender waist, still in midair. That earned a shocked gasp from her while she looked at me wide eyed as if I’m mad or something. Then it all happened. “When this all end, I want to get to know you.” I said. “Huh?” Her tiny voice expressed her confusion, which I deemed quite cute. “Heather…” I stared deeply into her eyes.

After a pause, she continued, “By the way, do you think you can replace me after attending a few boring dinners and talking to a few useless people? Hannah Riggs, you’re way too naive! Do you think that’s all I can do? If that’s true, I couldn’t have gotten to where I am today, and the Riggs family would not have the wealth we possess today!” “Then you…” Hannah widened her eyes, obviously convinced by Heather’s words by now. There was just one thing she did not understand. ‘She wasn’t in good health recently, and it didn’t look like she was acting at all.’ “Do you like the show I put up for you?” Heather took a deep breath and pressed one hand on the bed’s frame. When she tightened her grip,

Even though, she try to fight it, her Dad made her drive Hope to school. “Get off before anyone sees you with me” Heather said to Hope as soon as she drives into the school park. Hope raise her middle finger, pull her backpack and get down from the car, slamming the door. An annoyed sigh escape Heather’s lips, wanting to hit her. She grab her mirror from her bag and adjust her lipstick before getting down, she’s dressed in a black leather mini-skirt, white crop-top and black booth. Her dress concept is a sexy witch. Heather look around to find Patricia or Delaney whom she hasn’t spoken to for two days as she was busy practicing magic, which she failed at.

Gregory said, his voice heavy with admonition. Heather's laughter brimmed with scorn. "Gregory, Eli is just like you, a fool for love. You couldn't let go of your own obsession. Why should I be expected to let go of Eli?" Heather rose to her feet. She wore a tailored white dress that wrapped her figure with understated elegance, her silver hair styled to perfection. She carried herself with a poised, commanding presence that made it impossible to guess she was in her 70s. "Gregory, if there's nothing else, don't come here. You're not welcome."

"Mr. Eden is looking for you." Victoria turned to look at Heather, her eyebrows raised in surprise. "Why?" she asked, her voice echoing slightly in the large bathroom. Heather didn't miss a beat. "One of the models has fainted on the backstage. He needs your help. He was looking for you." Heather's lie was so believable, so perfectly delivered, that Victoria didn't question her further. She quickly ended her phone call and left the bathroom with Heather, in urgency she leaves her handbag on the sink.