Heir Of Fire Bonus Chapter Novels & Stories

“The Frostman family stands for honor and loyalty. Your ancestors fought for this country….and you spend your days causing trouble? How will you face them?” She stuffed another chestnut into her mouth, covering her ears dramatically. “You’re still unmarried at your age. Three forms of unfilial behavior …the worst is having no heirs. How will you face your ancestors?” He nearly choked from anger. “That’s not the same thing!” She stepped closer, whip in hand, tapping it lightly against him before lifting his chin. Her smile turned sly….mischievous, dangerous. “Doctor Quinn… How about this? I’ll marry you. Once I do, I’ll listen to everything you say. You want me to be obedient? Done. That way…

I stared at him through the pain, through the burning, through the moment my last illusion finally collapsed, my gaze fixed on the broad, unmoving line of his back. This wasn’t discipline. This was erasure. And as the mark burned away from my skin, something else disappeared with it. When it was finished, he turned away first. Juliana exhaled shakily and leaned into his chest. “I know it hurts,” she whispered. “But now… now I can finally feel safe.” He held her close. “I love you,” he said. “I’ll always be loyal to you.” His eyes flicked briefly toward me.“I won’t keep female subordinates again.”

"And you? What did your grandfather do to you?" "He left me alone." Damien opened his eyes, and they were bright with something that looked like shame. "I was the heir. The golden child. I could do no wrong. So while Sebastian was being broken and rebuilt, I was being praised and pampered." He turned his head to look at her. "I didn't see it. Not until it was too late." "It's not your fault." "It is." His voice cracked. "He was my brother. I should have protected him."

"I already gave you a way out to save you the embarrassment, so why didn't you come pick me up? What the hell did you mean by that? Do you know it's pouring outside?" The moment she'd walked through the door, I was hit with a mixture of men's cologne that wasn't mine and cigarette smoke. I also noticed a few red marks on her neck. "Nathan Garrison!" Cheryl threw her purse at me. "How many times have I told you not to smoke at home?" I sat up, leaning back lazily against the couch. "You have a great memory, Ms. Landeau." I paused and lifted my eyes to look at her. "But the smell of smoke on you is stronger than on me. Let me guess—Jason's Marlboros, right?"

Margaret sneered. "Get a grip, Felix. That Vivian girl was just some commoner trying to marry into money. Getting rid of her bastard child is nothing but a benefit to this family." "Bastard?" Felix shot up, his eyes bloodshot. "Mom, do you have any idea who you killed?" He stood, trembling with rage. "Vivian was carrying the one and only heir to the Blackwood family!" Margaret's wine glass froze mid-air.

“So what does that mean for me?” “It means you’re bonded,” Kai said. “To me.” Rowan froze. He nodded, reading the disbelief in her face. “It wasn’t intentional. I didn’t choose this. But I’m the heir to the fire dragons. And you’re the only one who can awaken that part of me—or destroy it.” She stood abruptly, the crystal still pulsing beside her. “You’re telling me… that I somehow have fire magic passed down from dragons—and that we’re… bonded?”

My head spun as I hit the floor, breath torn from my lungs. She loomed above me, her smile triumphant. “Not so fierce now, are you? I should kill you here. But death is mercy. I’ll leave you broken—let your precious Enid see what’s left when he returns.” Her boot pressed into my chest, hard enough to choke me. Then she leaned down, her lips near my ear. “This is only the beginning, Fireborn. You carry too many gifts, too many secrets. We will take them all.” With a hiss of smoke, she vanished.

The trials were over. Dorian stepped forward, raising both hands. “Let it be known, Cassia Nova Ashford is Flameborne by right, by blood, and by flame. She is heir to the golden fire. The prophecy has been fulfilled.” The sigil beneath Cassia turned gold. Her eyes, once deep brown, flickered with the light of the first fire. Nova ran forward, lifting her daughter. Liam wrapped them both in his arms. Tears. Laughter. Hope. And somewhere deep inside the shadows, even Dorian smiled.

' She could feel the coolness of his breath on her hair, the clean male scent of his skin and a deep craving was running like fire through her vein. She wanted the touch of his mouth on hers again. She wanted his hunger, his possession. Nobody else had touched her and she finally admitted that she wanted him. She wanted him with a dizzying aching urgency that made her heart ache. 'Sure, I remember'. His eyes were dark as he stared down into her face. Defeated by the familiar mockery she heard in his voice, Sharon bent her head to the width of his shoulder.

he called as softly as he could and got their attention when he got closer. Dean was surprised to see him. But he can't hide his happiness. He misses him after a week of not seeing him. He misses Sean terribly. "Bun, you're here! When did you arrive? Why didn't you tell me?" he exclaims happily using his pet name for him for the first time since they made up. Employees that are present at the lobby stare at their boss in astonishment. But what got their attention more is Sean’s presence. Sean, the infamous heir of Chairman Stuart Williams. The eldest son of the Williams. The heir of the Empire Group of Companies. The lost prince.