Brutal Heir Novels & Stories

I agreed with him. “You are the only heir. If not for Xavier’s condition, you both would be handling the companies. This is your chance, don’t miss it. Or you don’t want your uncle to own the companies do you?” “No, never!” I said with a straight face. “You know what to do” he said. ************ “What do you mean he escaped?” I asked angrily on the phone. “He outsmarted us. We are very sorry, Boss” my assistant, Roman said in a scared voice.

========== As she stared at the Alpha heir, with his knife against him, Brock responded to her taunts in a deep, rumbling voice. “Young one, if you want to do something, do it. The Alpha heir is here. He can be a witness. Will you strike, or will you return my blade? We have work that should not be delayed,” he commented nonchalantly, as if his life were not literarily at a knife’s edge “If you need an apology, forget it,” he continued smoothly, “if you want revenge, take it,” he said slowly, his eyes never shifting away from Marian’s cool gaze, which had returned to him.

At that moment, he wasn't a fighter; he was a merciless force, unchained and driven by something primal. Bruto lay there, a motionless and blood-soaked heap on the ring's floor. Vincenzo sat over him, and continued a relentless storm of stabs, each echoing the air with a sickening squelch. It was a cold-blooded replay of the brutality he'd unleashed on Francois at the peace agreement party. That was my first glimpse of him taking someone's life... and I knew it wouldn't be the last. The ring transformed into a macabre river of blood, spreading in every direction around him.

"A crazy old man broke into the house and frightened Ms. Horst. Take him away to where he belongs." The two guards hesitated. But seeing the crazed old man before the mirror, they ultimately moved forward and restrained him, each taking one side. "Jade! Look at me! I'm Terry! Don't you recognize me?!" He stared at me fiercely until he was dragged out of the door. I simply waved my hand, urging them to hurry up. His cries grew fainter. I turned to the confused Sarah and reached out gently to touch her belly. "Don't be scared. You're safe now. Take care of yourself and the baby. After all, the baby's the heir to the Bolton family."

After all, even though I had always been obedient and gentle, I had zero tolerance when it came to betrayal. “Yvonne, do you really understand?” I nodded, curling my lips into a bitter smile. “Zayn, we both have to think of the family. I understand you need an heir. After all, the Levine mafia empire is vast. Someone has to inherit it. “If you think it would be easier, you can bring Whitney home so that she’s cared for. That way, I’ll feel reassured too.” Joy spread across his face when I said those words. He let out a long sigh of relief.

So begrudgingly, the heirs were sent to Bloodmoon to learn under the Bloodmoon leaders alongside Sage. The Beta Heir, Christian Isaksen, is a twenty-year-old brunette boy with a gentle personality. The Gamma Heir, Elton Almstedt II, is an eighteen-year-old blonde jokester of the trio. The Delta Heir, Otto Akselsen, is a nineteen-year-old broody raven-haired boy. They’d been apprehensive about us, especially me, when we first met them. It took a few days to dispel preconceived notions based on what their fathers and most grandfathers told them about us and Bloodmoon. Despite their different personalities, it was good to see them start to bond with Sage over the months.

I wish others would see that and just give me a fucking break, damn it. He rolled his eyes before turning away and walking towards the door, but just as he was stepping out, he left one last comment that made my blood boil. “She’s never going to say yes to you, big brother. Just an advice, quit while you’re at it and just stick to getting an heir out of your beloved mate so she could at least be useful to this Pack.” Before I could say anything else, he slammed the door shut. “Fuck!” I screamed in anger and I had so much pent up rage that I accidentally punched a hole through the top of the headboard.

The heir was not broken, the heir was awake, and the heir was ready to fight for his throne. The procession to the cemetery was quieter, more grim. The international dignitaries were left behind; this was for the inner circle, the wolves closest to the kill. The Brian family plot was on a manicured hill overlooking the Hudson-a place of brutalist granite and old money. The wind had picked up, whipping the coats of mourners and carrying the scent of coming rain.

Better they hear it from her now than wake her at midnight in a panic. “Don’t yell,” she warned first. They both nodded. “The old man holds a grudge against Chairman Blake from the music world. He’s trying to find the heir he chose… and use her to kill him.” Sam blinked. “So the Chairman’s heir has something to do with you?” Briella: “Well… that’s one way to put it.” Flint: “…” “You idiot,” he muttered, smacking Sam’s shoulder. “Heir? Who else would it be but our boss?!”

"Crack!" Suddenly, Clement grabbed Brutus' arm and broke it with a twist in front of Jeremiah. "Ah!" Brutus shrieked in agony. Then, both of his arms fell limp as his face scrunched up in pain. Pamela's and her parents' hearts ached for him. Meanwhile, Jeremiah felt humiliated and angry. He had never been so humiliated in his life. He was Jeremiah Goldblum, the heir of Goldblum Corporations.