Heir Of Uncertain Magic Novels & Stories

"One phone call and Cole Industries stopped existing but she chose mercy instead." "That mercy has a limit," Cyrus said. "And you are standing very close to it." "I understand," I said. "I don't think you do," Remi said. "Not yet." "She is the reason you are still standing," Cyrus said. "And the day she decides you are no longer worth standing for, there is nothing in this city that will catch you. The room went quiet, and I sat there with my hands flat on my knees, remembering every deal that had ever closed, every investor who had ever changed their mind, every quiet miracle I had credited to my own hard work for three straight years.

'So, I have to serve a crazy young master, 'the heir' of this empire, who fired a servant just for pouring the wrong tea?' Anna muttered as she walked down the hall of the palace-like house, heading towards Liam, her young master. Actually, Anna is quite pleasant, why should she serve the child of a master who welcomed her so well before? 'It would definitely be quite fun if Mr. Eric were my master.' She continued muttering while continuing to be amazed by the luxurious interior of the house. Until she didn't realize that someone had been staring at her for a long time.

Arthur snapped out of his shock. The mask of sweetness and obedience he'd worked so hard to maintain cracked wide open. He grabbed Claire's arm, shaking her. "Mom, this isn't real. They're lying to you—say something! Fight back! Cillian must have bribed the lab. He was afraid I'd take his place, so he faked all of this." His voice started to tremble as he spoke. "Why? I should be the Harrison heir. I should be the one...

grandpa's voice echoed out and I just couldn't help but grit my teeth at that. Spencer was just as manipulative and contemptible as his mother and I wasn't gonna let him have my inheritance. AUTHORESS After Josh had left, Monroe Carter looked on at the doors with an expression of concern. "Why suggest he gets married before getting his inheritance? You know he's just gonna find some random bimbo to present to you right? That boy's obviously not ready to settle down, he doesn't even wanna be a CEO. He just wants to inherit everything else, the money, the estates, the lands and the rest of them" came Elizabeth as she walked towards a chair and sat majestically.

Every story has a beginning, some good, some bad, mine has never been a happy one, no matter who, or how I tell it, nobody will believe me. I can't rely on the people in my life, My parents ignore me, or are cruel to me, my friends are unreliable, and aren't trustworthy either. So what happens when I turn 16 years old, and run away from my problems to another world, only to find myself in the same magical world I played make belief in as a kid? With heartbreak at every turn, and a possible new relationship on the horizon, what could possibly go wrong in this world that hasn't happened to me on Earth?!

Sandra was forced to accept the conditions, which for her felt heavy. "But young master, the presence of Mrs. Aletta is very dangerous for your recognition as an heir; actually, the condition of living together is a necessity so that Mrs. Aletta is safe if she lives with you and Mrs. Sandra, but still, Mrs. Sandra must be your legal guardian, sir, for now." Joseph explained. "What does that mean, uncle? I still don't understand," asked Aditya. "You cannot recognize Mrs. Aletta as your biological mother, because if they find out, they will dispute the status of you and your biological mother." Yosef replied again.

Though their children, named Lucas James Hansel and Mikaela Jane Hansel is assumed to have survived. Continued search and rescue for the orphaned heirs' is done by the royal guards. Various agents are hired and sent globally for the search. The said heir, LUCAS JAMES HANSEL is needed immediately in the castle due to the feeble condition of the king. "I've sent agents and guards to look for you and your sister after the happening. But then no one found you until last year, when Argus came barging inside my room, kneeling beside my bed to announce that you are found. I didn't recognize that it's actually you.." He gave me a smile but I cannot help it but gaze down only to reread the paper on m

Didn’t tell me to fuck off. Instead, she said, “Come in.” I stepped inside, shut the door, and the silence between us stretched long enough to be awkward. She was pacing. Twitchy. Like a wild thing caught in too many traps. “You okay?” I asked. “Define ‘okay,’” she muttered. “I found my magic. It’s purple. That perv Thornhall practically jizzed his robe when I sparked. The library gave me books about a prophecy that might be about me. Again. And I might be the heir to a bunch of dead gods, destined to form some world shattering pentacle with people I can’t trust.”

nails digging into my palms hard enough to draw blood. I hate how he speaks in cryptic riddles when I need concrete answers. I hate how he clearly knows far more than he's willing to say, doling out information like precious coins. I hate that I don't have time for this philosophical debate. Because my children are actively slipping away while we sit here talking, and I can feel it happening in real-time. After the council disperses without providing any real solutions, I descend alone into the under-library again. "When the mother opens the veil between worlds to save the child, she unwittingly becomes the bridge for the curse to cross over." I slam the final ancient book. Is this what's h

Perhaps because, too late, he had finally understood exactly who I had been all along. But after a moment, she pressed on. “Then all the more reason. Fix it. The Blackwoods have not formally promised her to anyone. If she returns, this entire embarrassment can still be repaired.” Damian looked at her for a long time. Then he said quietly, “Some things don’t repair.” Even so, he went.