Brutal Heir Novels & Stories

HERALD “You are weak!” A punch to my knee and the sound of my bones crushing became the next sound. I groaned, breathing out heavily while taking the pain in. Father didn't wait for the bones to go back into their place, he gave another hard punch, saying, “How can you be my successor with your weak traits just like your fucking mother!” He grunted as his hand came in contact with my skin, crushing my bone again. This time, my bones came out of my skin and blood ran down my leg.

As the members read and studied the leaflets, the data about Aditya was written in full. Then the members nodded and conferred with each other, whispering here and there. "Well, ma'am, here it is written that the young master has a ten percent share given by his grandfather, Mr. Ali; in total, he has more than seventy percent when combined with the property of the great master; therefore, by rule, he is the new leader of this company." Mr. Weber explained. Everyone agreed to Mr. Weber's words, although Calvin looked weak when he found out that the leader was still under his age. He couldn't do anything because it was clear that Aditya was the rightful heir to the company.

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

I dug my nails into my palms, grounding myself against the rage that threatened to spill. "Brock," Milinda whispered softly. "Do you truly believe this child can replace…" "Replace?" he cut her off with a low growl. "No, not replace but if they fail me, if their weakness drags us down, then yes. This child will rise above every one in the pack and I will make sure of it." I could not breathe. I pressed myself tighter against the wall, desperate not to make a sound. Another heir. That was all I was hearing, over and over. Another heir meant another chance. Another chance meant that there's another load chained to my shoulders.

“And what if the pack pays the price of you crushing him? What then, Hayden? What will we be left with? An Alpha with no heir? A father with no son?!” “Birthright?!” Seraphina’s voice cracked through the room, reverberating down the stone halls like a whip. “We still have Sebastian!” she spat, her hands flinging wide, as if the very idea of Hayden’s argument disgusted her. “Don’t you dare stand there and act like Marcus is the only heir! Don’t you dare use birthright as your excuse!” Hayden’s nostrils flared, his jaw tightening. He rose from the chair slowly, deliberately, his height and steady posture an unspoken reminder of his authority. “Sebastian is heir,” he said, the words measured bu

He looked down as if surprised that he still held her and then unclenched his hands and let her go. She looked down at her fists, the faint dark red lines around them, where his fingers had gripped. 'I hope you are proud of yourself, leaving marks like that on me!' 'The marks you've left on me won't heal as fast!' The snarl in his voice made her flinch away in shock, feeling that she had innocently opened the door of a house to find that it was on fire when flames leapt out at her. Bryan's skin had been a dark angry red, now it was white and icy like the face of a marble statue and his eyes looked very black, impossible to fathom.

Levi shouted continuously with deep hatred in his eyes! “How dare you?! Philip Clarke, as the heir of the main family, you’re so defiant and dare to make such a brutal move against the heir of the branch family. Do you think my branch family would endure this without fighting back? Or have you long intended to get rid of the entire branch family?”

"With us, with the packs, with everything?" Brent sat up, running a hand through his tousled hair. "Now we rebuild. The Blackthorne lands and assets have been held in trust since your parents' deaths. As the confirmed heir, they're yours to reclaim." "Lands?" I repeated, blinking in surprise. "I have lands?" Fin chuckled, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. "Sweetheart, you have an entire territory. The Blackthorne Pack controlled some of the richest forestland in the region. Your parents were wealthy, Seraphina. Very wealthy."

The room went still. Even First Man pause, his skeletal mask turning toward the Broken with renewed interest. "That is a dangerous ambition, Broken. Satan Heirs are not easily killed. . Why would you betray your own kind?" The Broken leaned forward. "Because one of them killed my brother. He was my blood, my flesh, my only family. And he was taken from me by one of the Heirs. I do not know which one and I do not know why. But I will find out. And when I do, I will end them. Permanently."

Brad knew that Malova set up the meeting between his father, Newell, and the Viper Queens’ direct successor, Scarlet, before Kaze. Grimacing at the sound of Brad’s cries, Malova elbowed her way through the crowd. She scowled when she saw Brad in a state of blood and grime. “What happened to you, Brad? “Who hit you? “Who has the audacity to hit my family?” Malova exploded in rage. Brad was the sole heir to the Ettinger lineage.