I Wish I Were Heather Novels & Stories

I snickered, curling a lock of her blonde hair around my index finger, "but you look hot!" "What are you wearing?" She quizzed, looking at me through the mirror, "You should look just as hot. Maybe even tempt Alpha Quade just a little." The smile on my face instantly fell with those words, "I don't think that's such a good idea." "Oh, come on," Heather huffed, stomping her red All star glad foot on the ground, "you owe me for this," she waved her hand around herself dramatically, "what's the worst that could happen."

“I have time for you, dear, shall I come right now?” “Huh, I wish that was possible” “Yeah. So...” “Alright. I’m looking forward to tonight” “I surely am too” the call ended. I am ready to move on from you Ashley because I know that you will be happier the more I hurt myself like this. I know what I should do now because I know you are just a whore. Surely you must be enjoying yourself with someone and so will I. I love Heather and I have always loved her. I will move on Ashley and forget that you even ever existed in my life.

“I want to wake up! No. I’m a thriller author. So, I can’t be afraid. Calm down Kanya, maybe this could be a reference.” However, the laughter stopped right behind me, and I felt delicate fingers dance over my shoulders. 🍁 Happy Reading 🍁 I want to wake up from this reality and venture into another world so that I won’t see you again. — Apple Leaf

We both were standing at the entrance door and a passer by looked at me. "Come on, Ashley! Open your eyes. He is not Nick Melberg. He is Chris Melberg, a lone Alpha werewolf who is suffering from PTSD. Nick Melberg is just an alter ego of him. He was never a real person". Her words echoed in the deep of my mind. "He was never a real person".

She gave her cute nighties and had her wear my favorite color to please me. I’d thought it was her fault, I would love to put the blame on her and put all this issue to rest. But the more I spoke to Heather in the room, trying to explain myself to her, the more I realized that it was nobody’s fault, but mine. It’s all my fucking fault. I wanted her to be Celia. In my heart, I envisioned her as a reincarnation of my ex-wife. And no matter how hard I tried to convince myself that Heather was not Celia, I still couldn’t differentiate between both ladies because in my heart they both seemed like the same person.

He stood there awkwardly, clearly struggling to find the right words. I spoke first. “You can go now. I don’t want to hear more apologies. During my time here, I’ve found myself again. I’ve rediscovered the dreams I’d abandoned, and you know me well enough to understand. If I’ve made up my mind, nothing you do can change it, especially when there’s a child involved.” This time, I turned away first. I had watched him walk away from me so many times before that this time, I wanted him to feel it.

Done making Maya part of my redemption narrative. She was happy. She had moved on. And I needed to do the same. The question was whether I could.

Heather hiccuped after a while of driving. “I don’t know, babe; I wish I did.. All I know is that someone wants us out of there…” I took a breath, “I’m not gonna lie to you, but they may be taking us somewhere to finish things.” Heather sobbed against, holding me more tightly. “If that does happen, babe, just know meeting you was the best part of my life.”

But I do know I want you there for it. With all my gratitude, Your Author Cynthia Chidera Kenneth..... ✍️ 🖋️ P.S. If there was one scene that stayed with you, tell me. I’d love to know which moment lived in you the longest.