I'll Meet You There Heather Demetrios Novels & Stories

I nodded and stood up straight. "The Alpha team accepts the mission. We are Heatherians. We fight with all our might. We won't let you rise up high. Until we die." I said and looked directly into Ms. Anthea's eyes. She smiled and nodded. "You may go. We'll meet at the gate at exactly 4 am." She said. We nodded and bowed at the same time. Hestia. I was terrified to hear another voice. It wasn't a voice at first. Because it’s deeper and more terrifying. I just ignored it and followed them out.

Adrian giggled softly, “I’m fine, Aunty Margaret. I just need to ask…” “I’m listening” Margaret replied. “Was there someone else before me? A top student that was recognized at O’Neil Jac’s Conference?” “Oh, yes. There was, did you forget? You were there too.” “I don’t think I can remember most of yesterday, I was too excited to commit anything to memory.” Adrian said shyly. Margaret could literally feel him blushing from over the phone. “What was her name, please?” “It was Heather, Miss Heather Sterling.”

“So you think the Guardians that are still in there are in danger from them, too, or just the demons?” “All of ‘em. They’ll gitcha same as the others if you ain’t careful.” She must’ve seen my face melt so she added. “Don’t you worry about them fellas, though. Jaime’s a crack shot with the blue lights. That’s the craziest thing I ever did see. And I seen a lot a craziness. I’m Heather, by the way.” I realized I’d been rude not to have introduced myself and thank her already. I stood and walked over to her, offering her my hand. She got up and peered into my eyes as she shook it. “Cassidy. Nice to meet you. Finally.”

Maybe Gary was a freak between the sheets or had a massive dick. “Sorry, I don’t know everyone just yet. But I’ve seen you in the bar a time or two. Which is why I’m here actually. I was wondering if we could talk in private for a few moments?” asked Leila. Heather sighed and glanced at her watch. “I’m driving to Miami tonight for a spa day tomorrow for my mother’s Birthday. And I still need to pack.”

She did as he asked, but she pouted as she took her seat back in her throne. “Demetrius requested a meeting with you,” the warrior said. I looked at Callie, my eyebrows raised. Demetrius? Demetrius Santonio? What the hell did a mafia king pin want with Alpha Skylar?

Demetri Sylvestre barely acknowledged her presence, offering only the briefest glance before shifting his attention back to the window. Feeling slightly uneasy under his gaze, Snow forced a polite smile. "Nice meeting you," she said hesitantly. Extending her hand, she added, "I’m Snow Hidalgo, Marcus’ fiancée." Demetri’s sharp, unreadable eyes flickered down to her outstretched hand before they traveled lower, lingering a moment too long on her chest. The thin, white blouse she was wearing had gotten damp from the rain earlier, causing the fabric to cling to her skin. The faint outline of her red lace bra and the delicate curve of her cleavage were subtly visible.

She said. Oh. She was Robert Ainsley's sister. "Do you even remember me, Juliet? I'm your best friend, Heather! How can you forget me?" Heather. Ethan's date that day? I remembered Ethan mentioning a Heather who he had a date with. What does she even see in him? Doesn't she see the monster in him? She must be really naïve to not have caught on to his demonic self. "I didn't forget you, Heather. Uh, I was just surprised to see you here."

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Heather POV "So you must be the accountant Casey is so fond of." Heather jolts up from her computer and sees a stunningly beautiful woman standing in the doorway. Heather wishes she did not know who the woman was, but Lucy had insisted on looking into Casey's past in the tabloids and had seen plenty of pictures of him with this woman: his ex-girlfriend Meredith Dillon. "I am an accountant and I work for Casey. You can call me Heather. May I help you with something?" Heather responds, hoping this encounter will be over quickly.

Myra, on the other hand, was happily tucked in Tony’s embrace, and she smiled warmly when Heather’s face appeared on the screen. “Are you rubbing your relationship in my face?” Heather accused teasingly, her mood taking a turn for the better at the sight of Myra’s pleasant smile. “Of course not,” Myra answered with a laugh as she tried to very subtly pull away from Tony. However, his arms were tightly wound around her, trapping her in his embrace. “I’ve called to tell you something important,” Heather said, not wanting to waste time on small talk. “There’s a guy by the name of Caleb Moriarty who has recently arrived at Bradfort City, and he’s definitely someone with an interesting backstory.