Brutal Heir Mga Nobela at Kwento

I looked at our family, broken, rebuilt, forged in blood and obsession, and smiled. The hidden heir had become the mother of legends. The Reaper had found his equal. And together, with our children, we would face whatever came next. The underworld would never be the same.

"First, I show up to that alliance that fell apart because of your actions⁠—" "You mean the coup my father tried to pull on you?" Alisa sassed. He blustered, opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water. "Then you kill my son!" He smacked his fist to his chest. "The heir to the bratva!" I would take it to the grave that the magnificent woman on my lap was my cousin's killer.

I knock the blade from his hand, sending it clattering down the stairs and I pin him against the banister, pressing the edge of my dagger to his throat. “You think you carry Nightwalker blood because of your cursed father?” I hiss back into his mind. “You are nothing, Drake. I carry the blood of the Nightwalker and the Moon Goddess.” His eyes widen. “That makes me the true heir. Lord of all. You were never more than a failed experiment.” His anger shows and his cheeks darken with blood. He is not a true animal of the jungle or he would recognize the king of kings when he saw it.

"I'm the daughter of Amir Everhart, the one that your father killed ten years ago. That means I'm the heir of this land, and I have all the right to banish you and your sister!" "Are you fucking kidding me?" Brayden chuckled. "You think you can just claim what's mine? You don't have the power." With a smug grin, he turned to the crowd and declared, "This is my land now, and all of you will bow down to me as your new ruler." “We’ll see!” I dared.

In seconds, his massive frame pressed against the night. “I am the heir to the Alpha of the Ravencrest Pack!” he roared, his voice shaking the trees around us. “Who are you to think you can take my life?” The corners of my lips slowly curved upward. ‘This is going to be a fight.’ “An heir corrupted by greed,” I said, continuing toward him without fear. Our eyes locked. “An heir who murdered his own blood!” The blade hummed in my hand. “And an heir whose soul has been marked by fate itself!”

I tried to explain, but my words drowned in the storm of his fury. He smashed his fist on the table without warning, sending a glass tumbling over. There was a shattering sound as the glass hit the floor, echoing around the room. I flinched, the brightness of the sound piercing through me. "You think I want this?" he shouted venomously. "You think I am ready to be a father? I don't want this baby, Eugene!" His words were like daggers; every single word pierced through me, making my heart ache.

He asked, looking at me from head to toe and focusing on the neckline of my blouse, making me roll my eyes. I move closer to him, glaring at him. "I am the Montanari heiress, this chair is mine!" I speak a little lower, but firm and serious. "And I am your future husband and I would have to take over the company". Seriously spoken. "But don't worry, I can make you secretary. You'll be great to work with". Speaks mischievously, licking his lips as he looks down at my cleavage again. I roll my eyes and walk over to his side, controlling myself so I don't end up committing murder.

Brianna asked him once again emphasizing on the fact that he was stupid to come to mess with her. The smile on her face slowly faded as she hit the gun on his head slightly. " You must have tried to dig up some information". Brianna asked him like she could read his every move. "And didn't find anything...its like you don't know the Zachary family is not to be messed with" "Now let me tell you, I am the sole heir of the neighborhood, so I am untouchable" That was a declaration from the heir. "If you don't know what the neighborhood is, then I'll leave that for your ancestors to tell you".

I forced out. “The cupcake.” I froze. “I didn’t steal anything,” I said, my voice shaking. “My son deserves to eat too.” “Deserves?” she echoed, her lips curling. Then she leaned closer, her breath brushing against my ear. “My son is Alpha Blaze’s nephew… the only legitimate Ashclaw heir.” My eyes widened. The room fell into a suffocating silence. “No…” I shook my head, fists clenching. “My son is the legitimate heir.”

He props himself up on one shaky arm and raises his head, defiant, his thin blond hair matted flat to his scalp with sweat. “Your time will come, illegitimate heir,” he snarls. Art, Vaughn, and the other Hughes and Floyd males shuffle and straighten as if they’ve been called to arms. Illegitimate heir. Sounds like a term that’s been thrown around before. But as I’ve proven, and as no one could have doubted, Brody Hughes has no chance against me in an alpha challenge. “You should be heir because your dam was first born?” I spit between gasps. It isn’t a genuine question, but my brain seizes it. Mulls it.