Heir Of Carthage Novels & Stories

“Carson? Vice President of Thompson Global Ventures?” “That’s me,” Carson said with a practiced grin, brushing a hand through his styled hair. He remembered her from the last perfume competition—one glimpse of her had left him smitten. He’d even come today hoping to see her again. To run into her at the entrance? Fate, surely. Caitlin, meanwhile, felt a spark of opportunity. Carson wasn’t just anyone; he was Hector’s grandson, the Jonathan heir apparent, born into privilege and splashed across tabloids for his endless string of flings and scandals.

HOST 2: SIGNAL LOST IN TRANSIT. I fell to my knees, clutching my stomach as the baby kicked—a hard, rhythmic beat. "Dante?" I whispered to the empty, cold room. A voice, small and fragile as a heartbeat, echoed in the back of my mind. It wasn't my child. It was a fragment of him, caught in the frequency. Zora... look at the throne. The Debt is paid." I looked. Sitting on the High Queen’s obsidian throne wasn't a man. It was a small, golden-skinned child with Dante’s grey eyes, holding a crown made of rusted Lagos-grit. The "Third Heir" hadn't been destroyed—it had been born.

The heir stepped closer to me, making my eyes move back to him, before he reached down, pulling me to my feet, as he says to me, “I told you that you belonged to me. Now that your mate is gone, there is nothing to tie you to their world. You never belonged to him truly. You were always meant to belong to me, and now I will officially have you to myself.” I stared into the heir’s eyes, as the words came from his lips, reminding me of the story that Joffrey’s grandmother had told me. Something about his words struck a chord with me, as I realized his words would be the words spoken from Apollo, making me wonder if the heir was Apollo himself reborn. If this was the case, I was no longer dealin

What? Did he kill his own brother to become the king? Is she talking about Zair? Because as far as I remember the history book never mentioned Zair had a brother. The history book stated Arles as a rebel who emerged from the northern skies and took over the kingdom after several attacks and breaking it down. Even in the family tree, Arles was nowhere. She must be talking about someone else. Is she?

Upstairs was in big letters: Carrow Genetic Registry — Restricted Bloodline Match My breath stopped. Two names. Lena Carter Noah Carter And among them: Compatibility: 100% Activation Pair I got sick. I kept reading. Each line worse than the previous one. In the case of physical binding, a descendant can arise, which is the complete Carrow Heir without ritual. The descendant is considered a primary key. Protection or security priority. The leaf almost slipped out of my hands. I couldn't talk. “This is... sick.”

Their steps slowed as they glanced back at Lyra, awaiting her command. She crossed her arms, a mocking smile curling her lips. "You don't actually believe her, do you? His Majesty bathed in blood to seize the throne, surviving a brutal struggle among nine heirs. Even the High Priest declared he would never father children. "Yet this lonely little carp dares claim her illegitimate child belongs to him? If His Majesty had an heir, he would shout it to the world. Do you see any such proclamation? Tell me, is that not the funniest thing you've ever heard?"

My grandfather asks, looking at me confused. "I'm fine". Answering softly, faking a smile. "Vitor, it's a pleasure to see you again". David speaks greeting my grandfather. "The pleasure is all mine". My grandfather reciprocates. "This is my youngest son, George Conner". Speaks, pointing to the one I thought was my fiancé, making me look surprised. -This is my heir, Thomas Conner. -Speaks pointing to the man I spent the night with. "It's an honor to finally meet you, Mr. Montanari". He greets my grandfather with a friendly smile.

Well, he probably didn't care much about an unborn kid a thousand years in the future. Anyway, after the blond-boys hunt ended, one of the last ones with orange eyes started a rebellion using the large poor communities from where he came. He founded a new republic called Castela in the north of the island. And died a few days after the founding of the new kingdom. Then a boy said to be the heir of the hero "Arthur" assumed the throne. The End! Really, only the first paragraph of this book is worth reading. The rest of this book talks only about politics.

Family: Raphael Lockwood (father) Alex (mother deceased) , Michael Lockwood (younger half brother), Amelia Wood (younger sister) Friends: Jason Moore (best friend) ******* Meet Gabriel Lockwood ******* My name is Gabriel Lockwood but everyone calls me Gabe. In the mafia world, I am known as The Heir. That’s all because of my father. Raphael Lockwood. I took over the Italian mafia in New York City around two years ago. Father decided to step down and I took over. My sister is the leader of the British Mafia in New York while Michael decided he doesn’t want anything to do with this business. He is the CEO of Lockwood enterprises and he is doing really well for himself.

he said casually. I pulled her by the arm. "Why? What for? Why do we seem to bother them so much?" He faced me. "You are the grandson and an heir of La Arma Countryspy, where you are, we should be there." "I do not understand." I want to ask him so many questions but I don't know where to start or how to ask. He messed up my hair. "Let it go. Trust us." Ali took it by the hand.