Harry Potter Fanfiction Royal Inheritance Complete นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Julian is… entertaining. The typical story everyone would like. But Rowan?” I paused deliberately, rolling my eyes in a flirtatious manner. “Rowan is legacy.” Camilla blinked. “Legacy?” “He’s literally royalty,” I said. “The second son of the English royal family. That’s not just a regular status… that’s history.” Chloe tilted her head. “You don’t even like all that royal pressure stuff.” “I don’t,” I agreed. “But If it is with Rowan, it's different.” Julian is best for attention, but Rowan wasn't the type to get involved with it.There was something far more compelling about someone who carried weight quietly. He held himself like he didn’t need anyone’s approval. Which meant winning his at

I usually am. With a silky voice, Nathan went on, "I've been fighting this battle the wrong way." "You're interested in my empire? Accept it. His hand stiffened against Anita's. Beside him, Gregor tensed up. Harry's eyes narrowed. "You think I'll believe that?" Nathan gave a shrug. "Harry, I'm exhausted. Weary of the games, weary of chasing ghosts. Okay, if you want to be in charge. However, you will not only inherit my kingdom; you will also inherit my debts, my burdens, and my enemies. You're not prepared for a conflict like that. Harry and Sophia exchanged a look as the first glimmer of uncertainty appeared in his eyes.

Erik let go of the blade, the students and staff watched as the sword was dropping to the ground, but as suddenly as it appeared, it disappeared in thin air before hitting the ground. "And fourth, we have Slytherin. Salazar had one male heir, that he disowned just years after he finished his magic education, and quoting the man, himself, 'the little bastard is a power hungry bigot of a disappointment', and so, is his last will, he reaffirmed the disown of his son, and left all his possessions to his goddaughter, Susan Sally Ravenclaw, his only true heir. Any other that claims that is a liar." That seemed to agitate some older students from Slytherins. One of them even yelled.

“The young man chosen will not only bind his soul to Quinn to ensure the purest royal lineage, but upon their marriage, he will inherit all my territories, my infinite treasures, and—the title of Dragon King.” The Dragon Crown and the entire royal treasury! An audible gasp rippled through the hall. Every noble stared up at the dais with a mix of raw lust and jealousy. “Now, let us bring the boys forward so I may bear witness.” Aaron squared his shoulders, adjusted his collar, and confidently took his first step forward. But just as his boot was about to hit the first stair, the King raised his hand, freezing him dead in his tracks with a cold, absolute gesture.

" He said. "But surely i know there are also a lot of descendants from that Emperor or whatever. Why not choose from them? " "You have the perfect DNA resembling those from The great Emperor from the Tang dynasty. You are the perfect heir and they need you to bring back monarchy in this country. " "How did you know i have the perfect DNA resembling his? " "Oh! I snuck into your room and I took your tootbrush for DNA testing. " He explained. I frowned. "That's why my brush went missing! it's you! And why do you people even want to bring back the monarch? I've read from books that the monarchy isn't a very good experience for the people. "

He thrust one last time and as he reached the peak of his pleasure, I felt a hot liquid land on my tongue and his manhood throbbing as he released all inside me. He gently pulled out his manhood from my mouth and ordered, "Swallow it!" And I did. Then he cupped my cheeks and smiled at me letting me know I knew that I had done something right although my taste buds were not agreeing with him. As I swallowed his release, I couldn't help but feel a sense of confusion and fear of not knowing what I just ingested into my system. Was it good or bad? "Royal," he said slowly, "I have a proposition for you. One that could change your life forever. If you agree, you would not have to worry about being

he said, “you will make sure he only has eyes for you. The rest… we will arrange.” He nodded to the vial. “And when the music stops, my dear daughter, we will see to it that Prince George has only one place to fall.” He walked back to the window. “An heir bound to both our bloodlines is everything.” - - - It didn’t take long for the palace to buzz with preparations for the bouquet. For three days, the usual rhythms of service were swallowed by a single task: make everything shine for King Edward. The great hall filled with maids, footmen, all moving under Mrs Harrow’s sharp eye. All hands were on deck.

I ask not able to think coherently. "No Son. She is the mate of the royal heir," says elder Raoul and I unknowingly take a step back. "What? That's impossible. I am an orphan," I say dumbly. "No son. You are the royal heir, the one who will ascend the throne and rule over the werewolf community in this country," says elder Raoul making me look at him in the eye. The emotions wafting from the elder are of happiness and relief? This doesn't sit well with me. Did the elder already know about it?

“It’s a reaction...” “Save your energy, Your Majesty. I will go for a drink.” Charlotte interrupted him abruptly and went to the bar downstairs. Alpha felt standard with his birth enemy. “I guess it’s you and me now, Alpha.” Eric began to read the papers for timepass, the awkward silence filled the air with weird vibes. “This deal is not a favor. My little one deserves her share in the Royal family heirlooms, it’s her birth right.” King Casper straightened up, a sly grin appeared on his face.