Heathers West End Novels & Stories

“That old grinch says he can take care of Joshua Lynch. “Though, that old grinch only thinks of me as his daughter, and I can't become the new Mrs. Landry. Quick, help me come up with a plan.” Malcolm fell into silence for a moment, then snickered. “Heather, your taste is becoming more and more questionable. Are you willing to sleep with an old man like Charles Landry for riches and power?” Heather rolled her eyes and snapped, “What else am I supposed to do? Am I supposed to go back to Sea City and spend the rest of my life in poverty with Joseph and Natasha Gibson?

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.

"Well, she's a snobby, bratty rich bitch." I gasped. "You called her a bitch!" "She deserves it. Now come on, put this wig on." Heather said, handing me a wig of curly blonde hair. I put it on, examining myself. I guess I looked decent in it, unrecognizable too. The other girls were waiting outside for us as they had finished disguising themselves early. Heather wore dark sunglasses and a cap over her Five Seconds Of Summer T-shirt and dark blue jeans. I had seen a lot of pictures of Heather with the band so I couldn't resist asking her about them.

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.

I averted my eyes and explained. “Heather Academy is a dangerous academy. This is where fighters and charmers go. Only a few knew this school and only a few could get in. Only the persons who have skills and can fight. And those who have what they call charms. Charms are like a magical power. Didn’t you say you saw someone fighting? That’s training. Heather Academy has wars happening every night. And when the so-called KING wanted to, he will make the war last for the whole day. It’s forbidden to go out because we need to keep the normans safe from us charmers. Now, I need you to protect yourself.” I gave her a long explanation. It took her a lot of time before she digested it inside her min