Playboy Heather Novels & Stories

Hailey asked nervously as Eliza did not say a word. “...That’s not it.” Skyler let out a breath of relief. “I knew it. President Jewell has such a tall and broad figure. He can’t possibly have bad skills.” Eliza’s head hurt so much that she did not want to talk. She took out her phone and went into Facebook. In less than half an hour, the news about Stuart had dropped to the tenths on the list of trending topics, while Heather’s hot search was in first place. The netizens had thoroughly dug out everything about Heather, including the news about her seducing other people’s boyfriends when she was studying. Some people also said that she used to be a hostess.

Honey was rubbing her sister's back. I was enough of a pervert to look from Heather's bare feet up to her perfect ass, clad only in a pair of black panties. Heather was my athlete. She had inherited my height, and stood at five-eight, with strong legs and a ripped midsection from playing endless games of soccer for her high school team. Despite her lack of nearly all unnecessary fat, Heather also had a perfect set of c-cup breasts that absolutely defied gravity. Honey was the older sister, but Heather had more of a woman's body. A body that a lot of playboy models would have been jealous of.

Although my mother is the Luna and does not normally attend births of the pack she was by Melissa’s side when Heather was born, just four days before I was. Heather is one of the packs beauties. She is very tall with long legs and shimmering blond hair. The Mood Goddess blessed her with high cheek bones, and a voluptuous hourglass figure. When Heather walks into a room all the men stare at her beauty. Unfortunately, her beauty is only skin deep. Heather has broken my nose on multiple occasions and has spread rumors throughout the pack that I am a slut. She blames me for her not being the next Luna. According to Heather my brother was probably her destined mate.

Jay leaned over and touched her inner thigh. Heather watched their naked forms proudly displaying their interest in her. “Would you like to play with me? I’d love to play with you.” She reached out and grasped them both by their shafts and gently squeezed. “Look at that. Hmm... Is that for me?” She licked the tip of each man’s shaft, tasting the salty need of her mates, before she released them and offered her breasts to them. “Come play with me. Or should I show you how it’s done?”

"We know she wrote sexual fantasies about her own stepbrother. That is sick, man. Completely sick." "Her stories were private," I argued. "Someone stole them and exposed them to humiliate her. She is the victim here, not the villain." "She is the victim?" Tyler asked incredulously. "What about all the guys she wrote about? What about Ryan? What about their reputations?" "Ryan is fine," I said. "He is the golden boy. People will forget about this and go back to worshipping him like they always do." "But they will not forget about you being associated with her," Marcus said. "Coach is furious, Derek. The team is furious. You are making all of us look bad by standing next to that girl."

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.

Heather calmly picked up the microphone and said, "You see, my approach to studying is—" In the following instant, the presentation on the digital screen behind her shifted to a series of scandalous photographs. In the images, Heather was clad in lingerie that was way too mature for her, lying in the arms of a middle-aged man with a portly belly. She looked really suggestive in the images, her poses highly provocative. In that instant, chaos broke out as the crowd widened their eyes in disbelief. "Isn't that man the proprietor of the hotel near the school? He's a married man! Heather isn't just hooking up with an older man—she's a homewrecker!"

He knew if he pleasured her he would get a good payoff. Heather felt the pressure building up in her. She knew that at any moment she was at the point the damne would break. She felt like he with hitting all of her pressure points. She felt like he new the way to her passionate soul. She moaned as he pushed his tongue deeper into her. Her moans became louder as he ate her like a fine piece of meat. Mark left nothing behind he made her c*m two times in ten minutes. And Heather liked the feeling he was putting into her. She was feeling things that she had never felt before.

Heather smiled bitterly as she leaned against the wall. Earlier in the day, Anna had tried to seduce him. In the private room, the voluptuous woman had been with him. Tyrone had no shortage of women in his life. "Do you think the escort with him can compare to you?" Scarlett didn't see who had been with Tyrone, but she had absolute confidence in Heather's looks. She was about to say something else when her phone rang. Someone was looking for her, so she dragged Heather out of the restroom with her.

She asked him as she smirked and he shook his head. Such kissing skills and Badass character? There was no way a virgin would have it so he smirked, he actually liked bad girls. He shook his head, he wasn’t here to have pleasure nor was he there to look for virgin girls. He was there for one reason and one reason only, getting someone to consume these drugs.