Heathers X Veronica Novels & Stories

"With everything that was going on, I don't think we considered what would come of it." "Heather was homeless when she gave birth; she had been staying at a women's refuge because her parents had kicked her out of her home," Veronica tells Lachlan. I've never heard anything about Heather before, apart from the fact that she was Heath's biological mother. "There were complications after the birth, a blood clot travelled to her heart and killed her."

Just one word. ‘SASHA…’ “No…” she whispered. “I can’t be jealous of the future Mrs. Neville-Talbott for having Sasha, for having his love, for having kids with him… I can’t! I’m over him!” It was almost dark when Veronica eventually reached the Hall. The sound of other feet on the gravel momentarily made her freeze until she recognized the familiar shapes of half a dozen inquisitive peacocks and peahens. The cocks were sending their shrill cries of warning up into the still night air. A relieved laugh came out of her lips and she shook her head.

Patel start walking to the door to leave the room for us. Xander doesn't really react to the slap, he just tilts his head a bit. “Are you done?” he asks without giving any sort of emotion in his voice. Veronica's hands shake. “You— you bastard.” She gasps as if she's about to cry but instead she spins on her heel and storms out of the room. Just for a heartbeat, there is only silence and then Xander exhales, adjusting his cufflinks as if nothing at all just happened right here.

She then read the words again. “Hea…Heather?...” He brows creased. Out of the blue, a scene passed by her view, rendering her to flinch. It was her memory of the time she jumped down the building. She remembered it vividly when a guy called her Heather before everything went black. But, what is the correlation between Heather and her? Why was this name is etched on a flesh and why is she inside this almost destroyed space? The ground shook, premoniting the coming of a fall. Elaine had no time to ponder more about it, yet she need more time to guess. Before the rubble of flesh again fell on her for the third time, she loudly announced a random sentence on a flesh.

Two minutes later, the helicopter flew towards an airport, where his private plane awaited. The trip to Houston wasn't a party. They looked at the circulating news, all speculation about Christopher and Saphira's personal lives. People were being questioned about Christopher's sexuality. He didn't even remember who they were, like one of his schoolmates whom he never dealt with, who said he always thought Christopher was gay. Or a former employee of the man who tried to abuse Saphira and himself some years ago, who said that Christopher had offered himself to his ex-boss. Each piece of news was worse than the next, and about Saphira… God… they insisted on calling her Sebastian, aka Saphira.

"What are you talking about—" "I see the way everybody looks at you, and I know you enjoy the attention and everything. You have a reputation, Alex, and I'm sure you know that. I know I shouldn't be asking you this, I probably don't matter, after all I am nothing more than a property—" Heather paused to sniffle back tears. Her body was trembling, her words felt deeper than anything she's ever said before. "Those ladies are wealthy.... they're better...looking than I am. I can't help you in anyway, I just want to know how much time I have before you leave me for one of them—"

Way too handsome and young for a man my mom was dating. My pulse raced as I tried to tear my gaze away, but it was almost impossible. There was something about him that had my attention immediately locked. I watched my mom hug him and plant a little kiss on his lips before she held his hand and turned to me “Veronica, this is Joshua,” my mom said. “Joshua, this is my daughter, Veronica.” “Daughter? I didn't know you had a daughter?” Joshua whispered to her, wide-eyed “I’m so sorry I never said anything before. I… I just thought you’d be alarmed and-”

I run up the stairs into Nate’s room. “ Any luck?” I ask him again as I have asked him everyday since she left. Nate looks back at me and smiles. “ Maybe. Listen to this.” He hits a button on his computer surveillance and we hear Veronica talking to Bella. OH God I miss that voice. Veronica: Bella, You wouldn’t believe what is going on in Harlowe since you left girl. Bella: If it has anything to do with that player Xander Saint, I don’t want to know.

Only the quiet realisation that vengeance didn’t heal. She turned off the feed. They'd called her weak once. Naive. Forgettable. Now, they toasted under her watch, blind to the hand that held their strings. Kate leaned back in her chair, her voice barely a whisper in the quiet. "Let’s see how long you can keep pretending, Evelyn." --- Kate stayed seated for a long time after turning off the feed, her thoughts heavy, the night pressing in. The satisfaction that should have come never did. Instead, the silence of the penthouse felt too loud.

“Look I really… “So that’s it huh!? “That’s exactly why you invited me here right? Because you found out about me on social media” “After five years of our accidental stuff and you still remember me, so what? Kudos to your smart brain?” Heather chuckled angrily. “Mind you, he’s not your son because I have had more sex and sex and sex after our accidental sex” she bawled. “I’m not after the boy or you, it’s just… “Oh really? And you want me to believe that?”