Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Multi Heir Test Fanfiction

He pointed to a counter on the wall. “We don’t want to fight. I heard you train special kids,” Harlow said, stepping aside to reveal me behind his back. Mr. Moris looked me over from head to toe. My sweaty palms tightened their grip on Harlow’s shirt. The man scrutinized me, making me tremble with insecurity under his gaze. “How special?” Mr. Moris asked. “18 years old, Lycan, pure Alpha heiress, couldn’t control her wolf, but she has immense magic power,” Harlow explained in one breath.

Her shadows were now advancing towards Harry, his heart clench as he almost lost that control that was on the verge of plummeting. "I can sense your warmth, little wolf! Oh... So, the healer and your friend had made sure that you are not alone in this fight I see..." she brazenly declared and trailed off, "...how touching, you are indeed special to that Moon Goddess descendant, all the more impressive, I could curse her too and seize her fire. I will make sure that you will be a trap in this cavern forever." her cold menacing voice murmured with her eyes blazing with hatred. "...just like I trap the soul of the old man and the souls of your parents." "No! I won't let that happen you whore!"

But the heir’s stare was steady, unyielding. “My mother was of the Shadowblood line,” he said at last. “I inherited… this.” He gestured vaguely to the darkness curling at his boots. “I didn’t know what it meant until the Creed found me.” “And now?” she asked. “Now I know they’ll never stop coming.” A knock at the door broke the moment. One of the scouts stepped in, snow melting from his cloak. “My lady. You need to hear this.” The heir straightened. “Speak.”

"Who would've thought? He looks so put-together, but behind closed doors…" Nora's voice shot up. "That's ridiculous! My husband would never…!" I opened the door and walked straight into the living room. Standing in the center, I pointed at Mandy's swollen belly and looked at Nora. "Didn't you say the Strouds need an heir? Isn't that baby in her exactly what you wanted?"

She turned to look at him fully. She looked at the man who had been profoundly wrong about the most critical decision of his life, and who had spent every day since his return becoming the living answer to a question his son had whispered in a bathtub. The man who held Patterson by the legs, checked for hot burners, and stood tonight in a room full of ten people who represented the complicated, imperfect, beautiful world they had pulled from the wreckage. "I think," she said, her voice slow and entirely steady, "that what we call this is mine."

He replied "Why?" "Before I made this huge step,I did my research and I got a enough permit before I did it, it cost me a lot of money and I hate it when I think my money has been gone to waste"he said "I don't care about your damn money, just change the name!"She yelled at him "I don't think you have a say at all in this, after all you aren't married yet and so you still do not have a right to the part of the 40 percent share your father left you "He said

"That idiot." "At least you got benefits from each other," Talia said, sarcastic. "Yes, I meant that. How much did you pay him, though? Nothing serious, just curious." "A million," Hanz simply uttered. "Wow, big time. She really mean to you that much, huh?" Now, Talia sounds like teasing him. She showed him a grin while Kiel was just silent listening to their conversation. "Yes, why not? He is my brother's fiancée."

The notary's finger hovered above the keyboard for a moment. "Mrs. Fuzio." He adjusted his glasses, not daring to look straight at me. "The heir next in line needs to be present to confirm his intentions." I was confused. Christian Fuzio was an only child. His parents passed away ten years ago. We were married for 20 years with no children. "What did you say?" Before the notary could reply, the doors opened. When the boy walked in, I didn't even react. That was, until I saw his face.

On one wall, Victor Drayke’s image flickered alive in holographic correspondence. “Your progress?” he asked. “Almost complete,” Charlotte replied. “Soon the inheritance clause runs itself, no courtroom required. When it activates, ownership transfers invisibly.” Drayke’s tone carried both pride and venom. “You’re sure Evelyn Hartman’s signature won’t collapse the set?” “I built it from her genome hash,” she said evenly. “I didn’t steal her name…I mathematically proved it.” “Brilliant,” he whispered. “And once the network believes she agreed to it…”

illegitimate child and misfortunes, why the sudden change in the name? Is it because he knows Taylor is dead that his head has restarted freshly? “That was my fault. Emily, you are my blood, you are the Heir of my throne! You are the legitimate child of the Wilson's and Taylor isn't.” He broke the news to her and she sneezed uncontrollably. What the fucking shit did she just hear now? “You are saying that I am not the illegitimate child and Taylor is? Your precious gemstone is not yours and I am? What a bluff! Mr. Daviesg, if you don't leave here and stop your daydream, I will call the police on you and report you for trespassing and falsifying the truth ” Emily's face adjusted to a more se