Heir To Edenbrooke Novels & Stories

Sir Celestine hissed to Sir Brighton who just shrugged, appearing just as shocked and confused as him. Sir Crossarm’s eyes widened, “If that is the case…” “Even better,” Sir Ainsworth smirked triumphantly. “Yes, her highness has practically turned the tides to our favor,” Eden said as she held the parchment close to her chest, eyes watering, “As the Princess had named Sir Jackson Celestine her legitimate heir then, he is already, technically the Crown Prince–” “And that... would make him the last rightful heir to the crown,” Jin finished.

"Mom, hurry up and announce David as your heir!" Rose had collected herself by then. Brushing him away, she asked calmly, "Do you know who Eden's ex-boyfriend is?" Gordon ruffled his hair in frustration. "What has that got to do with me? All I know is that Ella isn't part of the Grant family!" "Eden's ex-boyfriend is your older brother, Yves Grant. She's still part of the Grant family. In fact, she is the only rightful and legitimate heir of the Grant family!"

In its shadow, something stirs: a creature of brine and bile, a tangle of merrow limbs and screaming human faces. *"The King's Heir,"* Soren spits. "Born from the rot you left behind." The Heir's many eyes snap to me. It *recognizes* the storm. Eden backs toward the exit. "We need to go. *Now*." Too late. ---

A young mortal servant—one of many who now worked in the palace, learning divine skills while sharing their own mortal wisdom—entered carrying a tray of food and a small scroll tied with green ribbon. “Good morning, sir,” she said with a warm smile, setting the tray on the desk. “Breakfast from the kitchens—fresh bread from Maria’s recipe, cheese from the foothill farms, and honey from the sacred hives. And this came for you just now.” She handed him the scroll, which he opened carefully. Eirene’s elegant handwriting covered the page:

However, if Steven revealed to her his true identity, would Irene still treat him the same way? After lunch, Edric dropped by. His face was hollow and he looked skinnier. Seeing Edric decline to his current situation, Irene's heart couldn't help but ache. "Edric, please leave us be, okay? I promise I'll let you see Eden after he's recovered." Edric smiled bitterly. "Irene, I'm not here to see the child. I found a doctor for Eden. He is a famous doctor in Haverland. He's experienced in treating leukemia. Please let him have a look at Eden."

she said quietly. "Your father brokered a deal that required you to marry a Hale son." Dom leaned back, watching her. "As long as the merger still goes through and the shares still transfer, he's going to be fine. Everybody wins. Well, except Marcus and that is the plan." "What about your family?" "They'll be fine." The bitterness in his voice was unmistakable. "Marrying the Reeves daughter, securing the deal Marcus fumbled… they might finally recognise me, or not."

I glance down at my hand, a bruise-like pigment stood clear on the side of my hand, although I tried to cover it with a tattoo, it is still there. "How'd you know this?" I glared at him. He is really testing my temper. "I have the same one..." He shows his hand and look at me, "It's our family's mark. Anyone who has it, is the next heir to the throne. The next king that is destined to lead my people will be the only one who would bear this mark." He pointed down on my mark and made me look at him by pulling me down, "Son, I have lost your father, I cannot bear to lose you too."

I had been watching my 'future fiancé' for a little over a month and he was getting better and better. Thomas Conner, David Conner's heir, was my future fiancé by free and spontaneous pressure. He was somewhat immature, as he was always playing video games or going to strip clubs. He would be 30 years old, but his appearance is rather youthful, which makes me believe that he is going through some kind of mid-life crisis. I see him finally leaving the gym and laugh when I see his face with several bruises. I turn my attention away from him and focus on the man standing next to him, who is practically the image of a Greek god. He was much taller than George, making him practically disappear.

"But he’s missing one piece. The piece that was traded away to save a life seventy years ago. The piece that is currently sitting in this room." I looked at Julian. Then at Xander. Then I realized Adelaide wasn't looking at us. She was looking at the baby. "The Heir isn't the Thirteenth," Adelaide said, her eyes flashing with a terrible truth. "He’s the Fourteenth. He’s the decoy. Your son... your son is the one the Spire was actually built to protect. He is the only 'Life-Credit' that doesn't belong to the system." The library lights flickered. The jars of ink on the shelves began to rattle. Above us, the heartbeat-sync of the city shifted, a massive, subsonic thrum that made the basalt wal

Two reasons to be brave. The boarding announcement echoed through the terminal. I inhaled shakily. Then I walked toward the gate. Behind me, somewhere across the city, Ethan Blackwood was still searching. Still calling. Still trying to understand why the woman he loved had vanished overnight. But he was already too late. As I stepped onto the plane, I made myself one final promise. Ethan Blackwood would never find me. And he would never know about the twins. Not until fate decided otherwise.