Total Drama Island Heather Novels & Stories

“Liar. You and your husband must have laughed when you came here.” “I am not you, Darcy. We are not the same. I don't laugh over others' suffering, much less over my own family. You can believe it or not.” Heather caressed my arm. “I'm leaving. Stay strong for Keane's sake. You're all he has after his father is gone.” My eyes heated up. I bit my lip to keep from crying before her. Heather turned around, and a handsome man approached her. Her husband wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her head, the man who should have been mine.

Another woman said to her, it was the first woman that was in the room with them before Heather sent them out. She placed the file on the table in front of her, she nodded slowly and took the pen and stopped short before she raised her head to look at them with wide and lost eyes. “What is my name?” She asked and they all exchanged fake shocked and surprised looks, Heather smirked under her mask. “I don’t remember anything!” She exclaimed. “You are Heather Smith, Ma’am, the Fiancé of Oliver Gray, the second daughter of the Smith family, your sister’s name is Fiona but you don’t have a good relationship with them,” Jessica explained.

“Let's not talk about that, Heather.” “You should not be ashamed, Drake. This is your chance to show your feelings.” Does this woman don't have any feelings for Drake? She seemed to be pushing him to me. Maybe it was only a facade, the other part of my mind said. You know? So that the two will be able to fool you. “He does not have any chance,” I declared instantly. Heather’s smile disappeared from her lips. “Oh.” Her eyes shifted to my ex-husband and watched him. There was pity in her eyes as if she was feeling sorry for him.

At least if we met up at Damon's and things went to shit, I could get drunk and drown myself in the pool. "One step forward and three steps back." I pulled open the door of the accounting building, praying like hell that I wouldn't run into anyone, especially not Mark. Heather was on leave for three weeks because of the trauma of everything. Fucking lying bitch. I should have put her in her place the first time she showed up in Mark's office. Now I was the villain. It seemed like that was always the way my stories ended. Me holding the bag, broken hearted or the false villain who ruined lives and ripped panties. Crazy.

Katerina The longer I look at him, the longer I can’t comprehend how is it possible that he fathered someone as vibrant and passionate as Alejandro. Hell, even that other weasel, his legitimate son, looked more human-like. “Some things, ones as important as the ownership of the second largest estate on the island, are too important to remain secret for long.” Sandoval deadpans. “If you say so,” I shrug indifferently, like I don’t really care. My eyes roam around the stylishly decorated living room on my right, toward the mousy woman I didn’t even notice entering.

With each mistake she made in the darkness, there was a collision of despair deep within her heart beneath her seemingly calm exterior. Nobody knew how much it hurt every time she heard Heather's concern in her voice over the phone, which eventually turned into hatred towards Cedric and Irwin. Cedric shouldn't have appeared in her life! And Irwin's plotting against Cedric, leading to Isabella's appearance, ultimately plunged her into endless despair. "Nat, would it be alright if I came to Yuloria to see you?" Heather's voice was full of heartache and concern. After Natalie had gotten back into contact with her family, Heather expressed her desire to come to Yuloria to care for Natalie more t

As soon as he was gone, Heather pushed Daniel away then walked over to a chair and sat down, totally ignoring Daniel and Liam. “Well that was rough. What the heck is his problem?" Liam questioned with a pout. “He's in denial and that's why he's acting up" Liam sighed then turned to Heather with a smile before walking over to her and sitting in front of her. “Hey, long time no see" Heather narrowed her eyes at him. “And I wished we all never met again. Gosh, I should have just made us move out of the fricking country then all this won't have happened" Heather muttered then ran her fingers through her hair.

Heather played her part perfectly, smiling and nodding whenever required, all of the whilst plotting her escape. One nighttime, because the sun set over the sprawling estate, Heather slipped out onto the balcony for a moment of solitude. The cool breeze kissed her skin, and she closed her eyes, savoring the short reprieve. She was so misplaced in the concept that she didn’t pay attention to Mihir's technique till his hand rested on her shoulder. “You look tired,” he said, his voice easy. Heather flinched however face masked her reaction. “Just worn out,” she said, turning to face him.

"Sell whatever you need to—company shares, assets, anything. Right now, the only thing that matters is finding Danielle." Gordon nodded and turned to leave. After a brief hesitation at the door, he said, "Also… Ms. Hammington seems to be… losing her sanity." After Heather's careless slip-up, Chandler had finalized the divorce and locked her in the basement. "You will repay every bit of suffering you caused Danielle," he'd told her before keeping her there for two weeks. She was given only half a piece of bread every day, just enough to keep her alive. At first, Heather couldn't stand the torment and confessed everything. She'd destroyed Danielle's grandma's belongings, and that was why Danie