An Heir Comes To Rise Novels & Stories

answered Blake, who kept his eyes straight, looking at the wall across where he stood. Then, at least look at her when saying those words. Alise was about to cry, and she didn’t want any of them to see her. Alise didn’t want them to think she was ungrateful and such. But none of them thought of her that way. They knew she was just lost. “Then what am I supposed to do now?” Her voice wavered. “To ensure your protection, we’ll announce that the family’s heir is back. These seven boys have been trained for years and dedicated their lives to you. You’ll be attending Prestigious Academy. There, you will learn various things.”

I have always been a stickler for the rules. In elementary school, our class holds an election for class president. The teacher ignores the vote and appoints the principal's son instead. I follow the school's rule that whoever receives the majority vote should win, gather all 42 students, and take the election straight to the principal's office to redo the vote. When I grow up and start working, my boss hands me a thousand-dollar expense receipt and orders me to file a ten-thousand-dollar reimbursement claim. I refuse, as it violates company policy. The manager laughs. "Here, whatever the boss says goes. Learn to bend when you can, or the company may decide it needs someone more obedien

The notary's finger hovered above the keyboard for a moment. "Mrs. Fuzio." He adjusted his glasses, not daring to look straight at me. "The heir next in line needs to be present to confirm his intentions." I was confused. Christian Fuzio was an only child. His parents passed away ten years ago. We were married for 20 years with no children. "What did you say?" Before the notary could reply, the doors opened. When the boy walked in, I didn't even react. That was, until I saw his face.

“Front page of three entertainment sites. Two business blogs. And one political rag that should absolutely know better.” Zara sent the link. Alicia didn’t open it right away. She already knew what it would be. When she did, the photo stared back at her. Alex’s hand at her waist. Her head tilted toward him. The dance floor lights blurred just enough to make it intimate and undeniable. HEIR TO THE GEORGE EMPIRE REKINDLES ROMANCE WITH FORMER FLAME — SOURCES CONFIRM A CHILD IS INVOLVED Her stomach dropped. “They’re speculating,” Zara continued. “Nothing confirmed. But they’re circling.”

“So you came to warn me?” He shakes his head slightly. “I came to see if you deserved her.” Heat surges behind my ribs — molten, violent. “I don’t need your approval.” “No. But you will need allies.” I freeze. “Because when word spreads that the Northern Heir lives — awakened, unbound — others will come. Some to kneel. Some to kill.” The wind shifts. I smell snow. Blood. Fate humming like a struck blade. “She is not ready,” I whisper.

5 billion dollar contract he has his eyes set on. Raising his glass, Mr. Hallow laughed, gazing at his son, and said, "Of course! The Hallow and the Riders are going to become a household name not only locally, but internationally. Now that your daughter is joining our family, we will make sure to take good care of her."

I ask, curious how things will go if the council meeting is a dud. "Passing over the throne is different from a forced takeover. If we beat our parents during a duel for the throne, it automatically becomes ours. As an heir, the throne is our birthright which means it can be given to us when we come of age. Coming of age in the divine kingdoms means graduating DA."

But the heir’s stare was steady, unyielding. “My mother was of the Shadowblood line,” he said at last. “I inherited… this.” He gestured vaguely to the darkness curling at his boots. “I didn’t know what it meant until the Creed found me.” “And now?” she asked. “Now I know they’ll never stop coming.” A knock at the door broke the moment. One of the scouts stepped in, snow melting from his cloak. “My lady. You need to hear this.” The heir straightened. “Speak.”

The rogues had found Frost Ridge. A voice echoed from the trees outside. Not in my head this time. Out loud. “The heir has opened the second seal.” Damien stepped in front of me. The house whispered behind us. “Let them kneel.” The front door blew open.

Sophia went completely still. Adrian swallowed before continuing. "I wanted children. I wanted to see you holding our baby while I stood beside you, and I wanted to hear someone call me Dad. That was the future I was fighting for." Sophia reached across the table and took his hand. "Then we fight for it." Adrian shook his head. "You should not have to." "I am your wife." "You deserve a normal life." Sophia squeezed his hand. "I did not marry normal. I married you."