Brutal Heir Novels & Stories

If blood ties were so easy to break, there never would have been one in the first place! — How dare you … — I proclaim irritated. — Will I… Be his brother forever? Harika too? …- Oh No! Your Highness started to cry. He sobs as he looks at me with those orange-red eyes. Wait a bit. If you stop to look at the heir, we were pretty much alike, the color of the eyes the shape of our mouths, and his nose … it's running. This is too disgusting, I feel nauseous.

“What the hell are you talking about? I wasn’t shot in my manhood,” he shouted. The man was Brian William, first heir to his family fortune. Although he had been in elite education since a child and had always been taught to conceal his real emotions, Brian couldn’t help cursing as he spoke with this young physician. He put his hand to his forehead and took a deep breath to calm himself down. Brian couldn’t hurt this doctor. After all, he was the last doctor specializing in men’s health that Brian hadn’t visited.

Heir. Fear moved through me then in a different shape than before. Not abstract. Not philosophical. Immediate. If Tobias Viremont still lived, then I was not some nameless stranger who might pass through the Outlands unnoticed. I was his offspring. His heir. The child my mother took from him and carried back across the barrier. A stolen claim. A missing bloodline. Something more dangerous than I had ever imagined myself becoming.

she declared, walking out of the room with loud thumps. The room quickly turned silent but chaotic with unspoken words. Andrew shivered in my arms and I couldn't bring myself to make him calm. I was confused and filled with regrets. “What are you going to do, Alpha?” Marcus stepped forward behind me. “You wanted an heir… it seems like you have one,” “The only heir I want is with Anna, my mate,” I fumed. “I understand,” Marcus nodded. “But looks like someone came first. You can't possibly reject your child,” he assumed.

he called as softly as he could and got their attention when he got closer. Dean was surprised to see him. But he can't hide his happiness. He misses him after a week of not seeing him. He misses Sean terribly. "Bun, you're here! When did you arrive? Why didn't you tell me?" he exclaims happily using his pet name for him for the first time since they made up. Employees that are present at the lobby stare at their boss in astonishment. But what got their attention more is Sean’s presence. Sean, the infamous heir of Chairman Stuart Williams. The eldest son of the Williams. The heir of the Empire Group of Companies. The lost prince.

The air stank of Crown wolves and old iron and underneath it all, I caught Lyra’s scent, sharp with fear and fierce with life and the bond pulled me forward like a rope around my heart. I saw her the instant the corridor opened into the main hall. She stood near the far wall in hybrid form, claws out, silver-black fur rippling along her arms, one hand pressed protectively to her stomach. The heir was reacting hard; I could feel it through the bond, a frantic kick of warning that made my own wolf snarl in answer and between us stood the thing that had made her wolf rise. The Heir-Hunter. It was massive, bigger than any natural wolf had a right to be, shoulders thick with muscle, silver eyes g

the screen. The camera zoomed in on Lucian as the boy clung to Seraphina’s hand, looking both curious and nervous beneath the glaring lights. Marrow’s expression darkened with fascination. “He has Lysander’s eyes.” Another executive shifted uneasily. “What would you like us to do?” Marrow did not answer immediately. His gaze remained fixed on the boy. “Prepare a statement,” he finally said. “Congratulate Mr. Virell on his newfound fatherhood.” The executive looked surprised. “You want to appear supportive?” Marrow smiled slowly. “Publicly.” Back at Virell headquarters the press conference finally began to wind down as Adrian signaled that only two questions remained. A middle aged journalis

“Bran Scott’s son?” “The very one,” Amelie confirmed, taking a step back at the obvious release of my Alpha aura. “Maxon Scott is the direct heir to the most ruthless line of hunters to ever walk this world. His father was the man who led the coalition that tried to massacre Crescent and Eclipse during the last war. Izan and Selene executed the very man on the battlefield to save us all. Maxon has taken control of the underground militias and is using the Thorns’ influence to rearm the hunters with technology and dark magic.” Bile rose in my throat; the horror of the revelation was astronomical.

Theodor, a 29-year-old man, is the first grandson of Gilbert Jansen Burg, the owner of Burg Corporation, and has been named the company's heir. That doesn't necessarily make Theodor big-headed or dependent on his family. Theodor felt he was carrying a Very Heavy mandate, so he always wanted to feel perfect at every opportunity. Theodor was such a genius that his grandfather felt. He had made no mistake in choosing the heir to his fortune. "My grandson, you're finally home. How was the company today?" "Yes, as usual. Very busy." Theodor said. "Good, good. You're a child genius." Gilbert complimented.