Scooby-doo 2 Heather Novels & Stories

Soon, Roxanne approached her and Heather glared at her playfully, “Where have you been? You left me alone! I got so bored!” “I had to help my friend with something… I’m sorry,” Roxanne replied. There was a mischievous glint in her eyes as she uttered, “Someone wants to talk to you.” Heather’s eyebrows creased. She looked around and asked, “Who? Why? Where are they?” “He’s over there. Let me show you-” “Why won’t he come himself?” Heather scoffed. “Follow me and you will see why,” Roxanne insisted. She grabbed Heather’s hand and led her towards the center of the room.

"I'm not leaving now, Lilly. We're waiting to hear back from Jory. He's going to go in with another Lycan, and see if they can hear what Jason has planned." Lilly nodded. Heather knocked on the door moments later and stepped inside. She held two plates in her hands. "Susan told me what was going on," she whispered, sitting our food to the side. "I'm so sorry, Lilly. We're going to kill this guy, I promise. And you'll have nothing but a happy future with Marcus." She smiled. "Thank you." Heather gestured for me to follow her outside. I glanced at Lilly before walking into the hallway and taking a heavy breath. She placed her hand on my shoulder. "Are you okay?"

"Well, she's a snobby, bratty rich bitch." I gasped. "You called her a bitch!" "She deserves it. Now come on, put this wig on." Heather said, handing me a wig of curly blonde hair. I put it on, examining myself. I guess I looked decent in it, unrecognizable too. The other girls were waiting outside for us as they had finished disguising themselves early. Heather wore dark sunglasses and a cap over her Five Seconds Of Summer T-shirt and dark blue jeans. I had seen a lot of pictures of Heather with the band so I couldn't resist asking her about them.

Heather sniffled as she pulled away then wiped my tears away with her thumb. “It's okay, we are going to figure everything out, okay?” She assured me and I nodded. What would I do without Heather? “Does anyone have any idea who could have done this?” One of the guys asked. “It's Sienna, it has to be” Heather uttered as she turned to the rest. “Who is Sienna?” One of the other guys asked. “She was our ex friend. She hooked up with Rhea's ex” She explained and usually, I wouldn't want to be telling these strangers my business but they deserved to know at least a bit of it.

Heather stepped between us, her lavender scent filling the surrounding space, calming me in a way that Merina’s presence never could. “You’re right; I’m not his mate. But I am his marked Luna, and that’s something you can never be,” Heather taunted. Merina’s eyes glowed with rage, her wolf surfacing, and I could feel the heat radiating from Heather as she prepared for a fight.

But then what will come next? A noise breaks me from my thoughts. I turn as the door opens. To my horror, it’s my worst enemy, Heather. Heather is Troy's girlfriend and the biggest bully of them all. "Hello, Omega," she says. "Look at you, all pathetic and helpless." Heather’s beauty doesn’t help anything. Her long blond hair and beautiful blue eyes are paired with a tall, thin, model type of body. She can have anything she wants, but she wastes her time on me.

Heather said and chuckled. “I’m just kidding, sorry” Heather said and they both chuckled softly. “Alright that’s not funny at all” Sophia frowned at Heather. “I’m sorry” Jane and Kate climbed down the stairs and met Heather and Sophia at the dinning. The teenagers were both wearing an oversized shirt and jean shorts. “So what are we doing Miss Heather?” Kate asked and Sophia glanced at Heather. “What? Okay what is happening Miss Heather?” “I told you, I need to find my stalker” Heather said and Jane sprayed a big sheet of paper on the table and dropped a pen on it.

Scott was puzzled but didn’t move. “They are not a match, Scott!” Heather laughed loudly, as if she had won the lottery. She had won — she had found out the woman the man she loved was with was a fraud. She was after something. Definitely after his money. “She is not his daughter! I knew it, Scott! I knew it!” Scott smirked. He had suspected it and felt proud to see it confirmed. He took a deep breath. “That is indeed good news, Heather. You can finally ruin her and have Ezra to yourself.”

But I couldn’t understand what the whole fuss is all about. It’s a file about Heather quite alright, but I don’t see anything bad here. It has her full name, Heather Snow, written at the top of it, and it narrates how she was found outside the pack's border and adopted by the head omega, Marietta. It says she is an omega in training, and she is schooled at the Demon Wolf’s Academy. It says her guardian, Marietta is the Alpha's mistress and that she never socializes with anyone and she never parties like the other omega’s.

Scott was usually polite about it, but he didn’t actually play the piano, and Jo could distinctly remember a time when they were younger that he’d sworn, when he grew up, he was going to burn every piano on the face of the earth. “Well, I reckon I wouldn’t be too good at hiding if I went and told everyone where I’d been, now would I?” Heather surmised, taking her white coat off and hanging it by the door. She kept her hat on. It was sort of like a fuzzy cowgirl hat, and while it didn’t quite look like something one would wear inside, Jo couldn’t quite figure out why she needed either the coat or the hat since the weather shouldn’t have bothered her, unless it was all just one fashion stateme