Novel & Cerita Heir

"He refused to speak at first." "At first?" Her face changed. "Until he saw Rowan." A strange feeling moved through me. "What happened?" I asked. "He called you something." The room became tense. "What?" Selene looked directly at me. "The Moon Heir." A chill went through my body, again. That word “Heir.” Everything always came back to that. Aldren moved backward, his face changed. "That's impossible." Kael looked at him and asked. "What?" The old historian's hands trembled.

He had a regal bearing, and he looked at Zane from time to time. Sebastian glanced at him and asked Zane, "Does that man know you?" "Seb, that's Cassian Windsor. He's the heir of the Janover Windsors. We don't know each other very well, but I met him once at Mr. Yates' banquet. "Our family is in the pharmaceutical industry. If we can't get this golden pill, it's going to affect our reputation. That's why he keeps looking at me. "The one that keeps bidding against him is Joel Hearst from Pimland, the heir of the Hearst family. The Hearsts are also a prominent leader in Dramon's pharmaceutical industry. Therefore, I can't let this

Aurora asked as she lay still with her head on her father's chest. “An heir is a person that is legally entitled to the property or rank of another person when the person cannot rule again. In this case, a king, when a king cannot rule again, his heir takes over and inherits all that belongs to the king. You're a princess my darling, one day, you will rule over this city when the time is right.” “Yes daddy, I want to be a good king.” Zeidan laughed as he noticed her ignorance. “You are going to be a queen, my dear. A lady becomes a queen eventually.”

Jax said, looking sympathetic. “What’s so bad about having two heirs?” I asked no one in particular. Jax shared a look with Randall, and then they both looked to my sister and cousins as if waiting for one of them to answer my question. With a sigh, Stevie finally answered. “An heir is someone who is next in line to rule. In our case, being an heir means one of us is in line to rule the Knox coven. Because you do not yet know how to wield your powers, I will step up to rule our people until you are ready. Then we can sort what happens next.”

Hailey, his half-sister chimed in, "and not only that but also an estate in Santorini." For a very long time, the half-siblings have been sworn enemies especially since the throning of He ctor as heir of the company. Although, with a year gap between each one of them, the rightful heir was meant to be Jaden, her brother and a senior to Hector. But for some reason best known to their father, Hector was assigned the position instead. And for as long as the reason remained, Hector would continue to be Heir and CEO of the company. "Are you saying I don't have the right

"Adelaide, the Bad Debt... it’s not an event. It’s a choice." "A choice to be imperfect," Adelaide said, finally looking up. She held out the fountain pen to me. "The Heir is an algorithm of absolute logic. He cannot account for an act of pure, irrational destruction. To save the child, you must destroy the Banker." "What do you mean?" "The Heir is tracking your frequency, Seraphina. He’s using your love for the child as the carrier wave for his signal. If you want to break the link, you have to break the love. You have to make the system believe the 'Asset' has no value."

“He used to talk about you like you were magic. Said he was waiting to find you. That he'd seen your face in dreams. He worked with Selena. They planned to get you out together. He said… You were everything.” My throat closed.= I flipped the book open. Page after page, filled with my face—sketches, charcoal outlines, water-stained smears. My hair, my mouth, my eyes. One word kept repeating under every drawing in a childlike scrawl: The Heir. Heir of what? I turned more pages, the English shaky and broken. Ancient symbols and names I didn’t recognize. A bloodline. A clan. Kitusiko. Another page. A rough sketch of a birthmark.

“Crane knows who you really are, Julian. He’s known for weeks. He’s just been waiting… watching… to see who else figures it out.” Julian’s stomach tightened. Aiden stared at him. “You mean…” Oliver nodded. “Yes. He knows you’re the heir.” Clarissa stepped forward, and said in a hard voice. “Then why hasn’t he done anything?” “Because,” Oliver said slowly, “he’s not the type to eliminate the heir. He’s the type to use him.” Julian’s breath caught. “He wants to control you, Julian. Put you in Harold’s place, clean up the mess, and make it look like VanDermere Global is being saved from within. You’ll be his puppet, his perfect dis

answered Blake, who kept his eyes straight, looking at the wall across where he stood. Then, at least look at her when saying those words. Alise was about to cry, and she didn’t want any of them to see her. Alise didn’t want them to think she was ungrateful and such. But none of them thought of her that way. They knew she was just lost. “Then what am I supposed to do now?” Her voice wavered. “To ensure your protection, we’ll announce that the family’s heir is back. These seven boys have been trained for years and dedicated their lives to you. You’ll be attending Prestigious Academy. There, you will learn various things.”

He holds my gaze and challenges every reason my brain comes up with that he’s here with me tonight for any reason other than he wants to be with me. “So, you’re not a choice of successor. You’re an heir,” he says slowly, as if trying to comprehend what I’m saying. “I’m not just AN heir, Benedict. I’m THE heir,” I say quietly. “What do you mean?” “When my grandfather met my grandmother, his fated mate, he didn’t accept her. He didn't realize that she had Alpha blood. You know how second sons become Betas and second sons of Betas become Gammas, etc?” I ask.