Novelas y relatos de Heir Drama

His hair was jet-black, and it was messy to look at. Her heart suddenly beat erratically as their eyes met for a matter of seconds. From that day onwards, she had been admiring him from afar. Hades Pierce. The heir of the Royal Bloods. The prince that had that intense alluring aura. The next to be King. “Do you like him?” Her mother wickedly asked. She was so scared that she might have scolded her if she knew her feelings towards the young prince. “Tell me, Leah, do you like Prince Hades?” Lamina repeatedly asked.

The heir looks at me as if I were his worst enemy, it is understandable, I feel the same way. — Then apologize to the little prince first, I heard you owe him some apologies. — Is she really not taking my side? So now I have to share my personal maid (and according to herself, my responsible adult) with the heir. Your Highness shows me his tongue contesting that he think like me. At least he is not crying anymore.

"I am sorry, sir." I stepped into line with the others and stood next to Gabriel. When I glanced at him, he was already looking at me. His eyes showed confusion; he had clearly noticed my condition. He seemed about to say something, but then he pressed his lips together and turned his attention back to Alexei. “You are the ones who have passed the selection for The Heir Program. It is a program that I designed to shape the future leaders of Nightshade. But do not mistake this for a guarantee—it is merely the beginning,” Alexei announced.

“This was also part of his plan. That woman knew she wasn’t your mother. The plan was always to get you in such a state of trauma that he would always have a way to control you anytime he needed to.” “But….why is he so evil? She tormented me all my life… and for what, a few millions?” “Billions, my dove.” My eyes widened to the size of saucers. “Billions???” “Yes. You’re the lost heiress of the Everhart fortune.” He announced, his tone a bit louder at the revelation. “This was your story, and you revealed it perfectly. You and your siblings are the heirs to the generational wealth in our name.”

“Holy shit, Lyriana. You’re pregnant with the heir to both thrones. This is more than a scandal. This is a looming war waiting to happen.” I held intensely unto the edges of the windowsill. “I am aware.” “So what do you want to do?” she asked. “I am confused,” I said with a heavy hear. “Well… you better figure it out before someone else does.” She said as I hung up the call. My breath caught in my throat as I reread the letter. Alaric. Here. In the same palace. This was the same man that ruined the world I had. He owns the child I am carrying. He is the heir to Ardonia’s kingdom. Our rival kingdom

voice.She straightened slowly. “Yes,” she said softly. “We are going home.”She reached for her bag, ready to leave with her dignity intact even if her heart splintered in the process.But Lysander moved faster.He stepped between her and the exit, not blocking her, but standing close enough that the air shifted.“You will not walk away again,” he said, and this time there was no arrogance in his tone. Only urgency.“I am not yours to command,” she replied, though her pulse betrayed her calm.“Not you,” he corrected. His eyes dropped to Lucian. “Him.”The hall felt too small, too suffocating. Cameras from invited media guests were already flashing discreetly. Tomorrow the headlines would explode.T

"You thought I'd let them near her?" "I thought you'd have no choice." Her voice cracked. "You were the heir, Alec. Your father controlled everything. The Council would have taken one look at a half-blood bastard and—" "Don't." The word was sharp. "Don't call her that." "That's what they would have called her." Maya's hands were shaking now. "Right before they decided whether to take her from me or kill her outright." The truth of it hung in the air between them, ugly and undeniable.

My stomach clenched, “How bad was the dip?” “Fifteen percent two hours ago. It’s dipping fast; the investors are worried, Ari.” He answered solemnly. I shook my head, “Why is it dipping so fast? He is still alive.” “Yes, but he is incapacitated. The board needs stability.” Victor met my eyes, “You have to step in as the heir.” I laughed weakly, “I’m barely holding myself together.” Victor sighed, “Aria, you are a Valen, Sebastian’s

"Okay, my wolf knows it is wrong, but part of my heart is rooting for Amara and Nia to have a secret moment in the trees. Just one!" While riding in the truck toward the first live shoot location, my fingers scrolled through the endless text comments and skimmed the official cast list—only to find something so ridiculous that it nearly made my inner beast laugh out loud. In my own personal opinion, "The Heir's Graduation Hunt" might as well have been renamed "Amara's Dramatic Show." With Royal Entertainment pouring massive resources into the project to launch Amara’s big media debut, it was no surprise that every single element of the hunt was tailored to flatter his name. Segment after segm

I wanted to share the news with Damian and bring him with me. My mother agreed. She gave me their numbers and sent me back. I walked home with my heart racing, already imagining his face when I told him everything. But the moment I reached the door, I heard voices inside that made my blood run cold. “Sign it tonight,” Catherine said sharply. Then Damian answered, low and tense, “How am I supposed to explain this to Serena? I’m afraid she’ll refuse to let go.” Catherine’s voice rose at once. “What exactly are you afraid of? You are the only direct heir of the Vale bloodline. This pack is still waiting for your successor. Selene is already carrying a pup. Are you not going to give her proper s