Kim Walker Heathers Novels & Stories

“Our next signing is someone who will change games for us. Last year, we had the best kicker in the WWIF, but he’s now in the NAFL. We needed someone with swagger, with nerves of steel, and with a leg that can win games. Someone who brings the same energy as the great Jason McAfree—yes, I said McAfree. Please welcome our new kicker, number 4, Heather Wammack.” Heather stood, grinning, and the room exploded in applause and laughter at the McAfree reference. She held up her jersey, her ponytail bouncing as she posed with Jeremy and Jenifer. The cameras loved her—she winked at one, flexed her arm for another, and the crowd responded with cheers. Jenifer wrapped up the formal introductions. “We’

“Stay away. All the catty witches will start fighting over them. Sit back and let the competition take themselves out. Those two will take any women mixed up with them down when they fall. They are trouble on two or four legs. Sexy trouble, but trouble.” Heather’s words annoyed Rose. Heather was always a little jealous. She was the daughter of the Rolling Meadows Pack Healer. Rose knew Heather didn’t believe she belonged. She believed her father’s position made her less than, but they didn’t care. So, Amber had to drag Heather to these events.

“She was supposed to be your queen. Your mate. But the moment this bitch showed up, you tossed her aside!” Understanding dawned on me. “Kimberly.” His bloodshot eyes settled back on me. “Yes! I had it all planned out. Xander would one day be king after Arrick stepped down and my Kimberly would become Queen. She would finally be useful and rule the wolves.” I was dreaming, right? I mean, this had to be a nightmare. Definitely sounded like something my brain would come up with to torture me. Except when I pinched my skin I realized, nope, I’m awake and this is real life. Real fucking life.

Someone POV "Have you found any information on her yet?" A man sitting in a swivel chair asked. He is so serious and very sophisticated. "As of now, I already have some of her information." "Fire." "Her true name is Kimora Hestia De Mixa Galvez. She's 19 years old and her birthday is December 24th. She's now living with her fiance." "Fiance ?!" "Yes sir. Zyron Cosmian and Maddison have a contract. I mean Maddison sell her daughter to Zyron to pay all their debts."

"It was awesome. I called to tell you that I might not be around to celebrate Christmas with you, baby. I'm sorry." "Why? Are you going somewhere?" "Yes. I'm traveling to Texas with Kent." Anita answered. "Oh! You're finally going to make that guy yours, isn't it Anita?" Kimberly shook her head. She made her way out of the room to the kitchen. "Of course! I'm now a repented human now. Bye, I have to go, okay? I need to go back him. He's all mine." Kimberly could hear the voice of a man in the background. She smiled and said, "Make sure you handle him well tonight!"

Maybe…what Luc was saying had some merit. At the very least, the last twelve hours had proven how much Kimber was unlike Heather. After discovering she was pregnant and he’d handled the news badly, Heather had gone to an all-night bender, gotten shit-faced drunk, and slept with one of his best friends to spite him—then made sure he found out to punish him. Kimber had refused Luc’s marriage proposal, cried herself to sleep in his bed, then quietly packed her bag and left. She was a lot more…together and practical. She simply went on with the business of living and rolled with the punches.

Or the worst possibility is that l might die, which I strongly hoped it didn’t happen. She saw me jumping down to her, and I again witnessed a moment that rendered me to fall speechless—it was the moment where her supposedly dull face gleamed brightly the moment the thunder roared. Her pale face looks porcelain—free from any unwanted organisms. Apart from the severe eyebag that she tried to hide with some makeup—which, got washed away by th heavy droplets—the features of her face is perfect. As if, she’s someone non-existent. “Heather…” A word inadvertently escaped my still lips, unknowingly admired her beauty the time where she looked the most alive—in the moment where she almost ended her

he responded in a flat tone of voice. “Stay alive?” she exclaimed. “And what does that mean?” “It means that you are the most perfectly conditioned female on the face of the earth, is what it means.” He grinned up at her and added, “And that’s in addition to being the most beautiful female, too, Kimberly Ann Kramer.” “Kane!” she responded instantly. “The name is Kimberly Ann Kane.” She frowned and added, “And what are you doing to me, anyway? What’s this ‘Kramer’ stuff all about?”

Kasper said but he was confused when he saw Flint become more intense but then, he frowned. "Ha! I can't believe this! I thought she was hiding... What a daring person?! Where did she get her courage to act as if we're just nothing?! She's getting on my nerves! And it pissed me! It seems that she was expecting this to happen. I think... She also already knows your identity." "Hey, what are you talking about?" "That woman! She's Ace, the werewolf hunter!" His sentence made Kasper stunned. 'No way!'

That irritated me. “Are you going to ask me if I’m ready to hear it?” I shot back, sarcastically. “I’ve been waiting for this for seven damn days, Ettore.” He smirked slightly, unbothered, and casually sank into one of the couches, motioning for me to do the same. My blood boiled. “I’ll stand. Get to the point.” I snapped, impatient. Ettore shrugged, unfazed by my irritation. “Kimberly lives with her sister, Kathleen. Their adoptive parents passed away six months ago.”