Total Drama Island Heather Novels & Stories

Heather was losing everything before her eyes, and at the same time, he felt like he had signed off everything he had, too. And then, an uproar erupted. “A FAKE CHILD?!” “She’s insane.” “So, all this time, we were being manipulated.” “Fuck. This is the best drama I have watched in years. Who is behind all of this?” Heather stood abruptly, knocking over her chair. “Turn it off!” she shrieked. “Now!” But it wouldn’t stop. The world was against her now. And for the first time, I saw it—the look of terror in her eyes.

*********************************** That night after Ariel had gone to sleep, Heather quietly tip toe out and headed toward the female restroom,she changed into an hot sexy crop top and tight ripped jeans. "Let go partying!" She smiled to her sexy self . Heather walked briskly out of the huge Bamboo hospital. Waiting for couple of seconds for the Uber to arrive. Arriving in front of the famous five star club , "A classy home of stripper and noble gentle drunkard and cheat" ,she smirked at the sarcasm in her words.

"Let me tell you something. If you or Heather are planning to push me then I'm out of here." "No no no! I didn't mean that." "You better not." I grumbled. "Amelia, Juliet. What are you guys doing over there? Come here," Heather said. "Let's go." Amelia said, grabbing my hand and dragging me along with her. Heather was busy clicking photos with Ethan and then tapping away on her phone for a long time. "What is she doing?" "Posting on social media so that half of the world knows that she's here cliff diving with her boyfriend," Amelia rolls her eyes at Heather.

Heather had gotten back to her feet but was still staggering to get her composure while I glared at her, and then at Draven. What manner of man was he? How dare he, after all Heather had done. How dare he still be intimate with her? Last time he’d promised to take care of her when she attacked me after the mating ceremony, was this what he’d meant? Heather knew of our secret and I was darn right sure that she was the one spreading the news to anyone that cared to listen. Why the hell was she alone in Draven’s office with her filthy hands on him while I was away?

Heather moaned lightly when Killian’s lips pecked her breast. The phone began to ring again and they both sighed heavily. “This might be important” she said slowly and grabbed the phone on the sofa. “Who’s this?” “Do you want Riley to know about this or should I keep it a secret Miss Heather?” the caller said and Heather stared at Killian immediately, shocked. “I’m still recording though and I’m enjoying the live porn” the phone beeped twice and died.

I follow his line of sight and notice a lady in a black dress and shimmering gold necklace walking into the hall, with Prince Elon by her side, like they are a couple. Yes, it's Heather. She is back to looking like her old self and acts like she owns the place. She flicks her hair to the side as everyone stares, when they get close to our table, she halts, glaring straight at me. Her gaze is anything but friendly, pure hatred fill it. Tedmold gives her a finger when he catches her glaring at me. Elon tugs at her arm, and they slip past us toward a table in the corner. How are they together! It's alarming, I Know for a fact Heather wouldn't give up on being the Emporer's mate that easily. She

“What are you doing here?” Heather grips her plate tight, “I’m here with my dad.” “You shouldn't be here." A deep frown creases his forehead. Her head drops as she usually does, “I know. It's my fault.” Heather is so used to apologizing right away that she misses a glimmer of reluctance in Daniel’s eyes. For a short moment, he feels sympathy for her. Daniel's date, on the other hand, is breathtaking. She is taller than Heather by half a head. With blonde curly hair dangling around her waist, she looks like a prestigious little princess.

No ship, no harbour, no smoke or signal anywhere. “Hello…?” I called hoarse. From further along shore shapes moved slowly Elena, Liam, Maya, Marco… wet, shivering but alive. And then Alexus. He sat up slowly, pushing hair back. His proud face pale and eyes wide with true fear. Beside him his companion wept softly. He looked straight at me across empty sand. Arrogance gone only shock and something deeper: regret. We were stranded. No rescue near. No way out soon. And I knew already: this mist‑covered island would be where every hidden thing old pain, cruel plans, buried truth and strange sleeping magic finally comes into open.

Isla rested for a while and slowly calmed down. Heather said smilingly after witnessing the situation, “Yikes, are you being punished for keeping a boy toy? Are you coughing up blood because you’re doomed? It’s good that you’re dying so you won’t be here to disgust others!”

"Natalie is dead. Accept the reality." Only then did Heather raise her head and look at her. "She fell from over thirty floors and died on the spot. Don't you remember?" Gale said. Heather remained silent for a long time before nodding. "I remember." "Pretending to be crazy serves no purpose. You might get an ounce of respect from me without it." Heather did not respond. Gale continued, "I'm here to talk to you like before. You know what it's about." Heather slowly stood up and locked eyes with Gale.