Heir Apparent Book Novels & Stories

Unauthorized reproduction of any part of this story or plagiarism of any kind is prohibited by the law. •••••••••••• Author's Notes: Hi, dear readers! ❤ Thank you for sticking with us and for reading this draft of my crime/mafia/romance story. "THE ALPHA'S DHAMPIRICA" is the title of the sequel, now published on this same profile. It was written as a vampire/mafia/romance novel again, like the original version of this book. If my schedule permits, I would rewrite a non-paranormal version of this first installment soon. I really hope you'll love the second book as well!

I glance down at my hand, a bruise-like pigment stood clear on the side of my hand, although I tried to cover it with a tattoo, it is still there. "How'd you know this?" I glared at him. He is really testing my temper. "I have the same one..." He shows his hand and look at me, "It's our family's mark. Anyone who has it, is the next heir to the throne. The next king that is destined to lead my people will be the only one who would bear this mark." He pointed down on my mark and made me look at him by pulling me down, "Son, I have lost your father, I cannot bear to lose you too."

"Thank God you were so pigheaded. Otherwise, I might've actually married you—a fraud. "Now, even if you got down on your knees and begged me to marry you, I wouldn't be interested. The man I'm marrying is Arthur. He's the real heir to the Harrison family. As for you—" She looked me up and down, her eyes filled with contempt. "No matter how capable you think you are, you're still getting thrown out." My mom let out a cold snort. "Look at you now. If you'd just listened to us from the start, you wouldn't have ended up with everyone turning against you."

The shadows that had protected him for two decades fell away. Behind him, in the empty study, the wards sealed automatically. Protecting secrets and memories. Waiting for the day when the rightful heir would return not as a fugitive, but as a queen. That day was coming. Sooner than anyone expected. And when it arrived, the Seraphim Court would learn that the "lost heir" they'd dismissed as weak or naive or easy to control was actually something far more dangerous: A queen with powerful mates, deadly abilities, and an uncle who'd spent twenty-three years preparing for this exact moment.

'Anna, you-‘ 'And listen, I don't need your help! so, just ignore me, I'm just your servant, never be more than that, especially your bitch!' Anna said in a cold tone. And her words were more than enough to make Liam completely silent and stunned by it. She immediately left with emotional steps, leaving Liam behind. And after Anna left, came from behind Liam, the sound of clapping and very loud laughter. ‘HAHAHA’ 'Wow, what an amazing scene! So dramatic! Liam Lawson, the young master and THE HEIR of the Lawson group, was just rejected by a servant, hahaha!'

His hands were behind his back, and his head bowed imperceptibly. "Heir?" Taryn raised an eyebrow and looked at the lord who had just spoken. "The usurper has never been a direct descendant of the royal family, no matter what he has in his pants. My father named me as his heir and rightful queen of Elder just before his heart stopped beating. In front of the entire council that watched the master put the royal seal on the will. I am the heir, I am the rightful queen of Elder, this makes my uncle a usurper." Taryn raised her head and shoulders, trying to impose her presence on the damned lord who had spoken. Elhiàs, seeing the lord's distraught face, laughed softly, a guttural and deep sound.

"You will go to the palace, disguised as my Granddaughter. You will go there pretending to be part of the fair maidens partaking in Queenstrial. But, in reality, you will be searching for something else." "Something a bit unusual." "What will I be looking for?" "A gem. It's a rare gem. My sources say it resides in the heart of the Castle. Some even tell me that it's in the hands of the Crown Prince. I need that gem." "Why me?I'm far from a lady! I think you've gotten the wrong person for the job." The Old man chuckled. "Oh no! I think I got the very best person for it. You see, I was led to you! I was led to pick you. That is why I know that you're perfect for this. This has always been your

She asked with a more polite tone. “It is as what you’ve said.” She transferred her eyes to Carsillion, who moved and slowly opened his eyes, which Ashriel covered with her hands. She is the third grandchild, so why is it that people addressed her as the Heir? What she knew was that Amber WILL be the Heir. “I don’t understand.”

The secrets. The things that don't make sense. The strange behavior. The disappearance of my parents. The feeling that something is terribly wrong back home. And now I have Amaani to protect. Maybe Lyall is her father. Maybe one day she'll have the title of heir because of him. Maybe someday I will walk through those doors willingly. But not today. I cannot risk her safety just because I miss the people I left behind. "Alright, little one." I reach down and gently touch her cheek.

Because somewhere out there, Elijah Brown was holding the girl who’d stolen my name. And I was going to make sure he regretted *ever* touching it. Julian’s POV The world hadn’t made sense in days. Maybe weeks. First Amelia ghosted me with no warning. Then she resurfaced—bloody, bruised, terrified. And now, according to Jeremy’s cryptic messages and some early news leaks, she might be the actual missing Domitia heir? It sounded insane. Except it wasn’t. Because I knew her. I *knew* her.