Novel & Cerita Heir To Fire

“Instead of the heir.” “No,” I click my tongue with a shake of my head. “You and I both know what I'm talking about.” My mission is to find that girl before anyone else does. Isla Virelli (the true heir) did not die in the fire. I don't care what anyone says. I am certain she didn't die. And Matteo may be annoying, but he isn't stupid. He knows he would never be fully accepted as the Virelli don, and that anyone can come and take the title from him if he doesn't sign the documents in that safe. So he needs an eighteen-year-old Isla Virelli.

Grandma said and I heaved a sigh of relief She's going to start with John and Hazel so Mitchell and I will know our fate by then but I have a feeling that Mitchell is going to become the heiress. How great will it be for a heir and heiress to be together? We will conquer the world together and make so many histories. TBC........ ©️ Tricia

Immediately, his face turned dark. “I don’t need you to remind me!” His facial muscles contorted in anger. Seeing Kyle was wavering, Antonette continued to exert herself. “Kyle, if you want to make something better in your life, I can give you a hand, as long as you help me to prove my identity. I guarantee I’ll support you to contend with Brian for the position of heir to the William throne. “Enough with this, it’s all empty promises.” Kyle slowly turned around. Only indifference was left on his face.

I stand there, panting, trying to clear my thoughts of the tiredness. I need to find a way to change this "last mission" of the heir. I don't know why he ran away, but I'm sure he'll be back. I can't run away forever, especially when he has a physical advantage. Any kid my age would easily accept a hug, but I'd rather die in battle. That's why they made it his final mission. Wait, the heir is under the tutelage of a new teacher since we arrived in Castile, since according to reports his last teacher is at home due to injury in battle. The only teacher in Castile who knows me so well is. . .

his voice boomed through the hall, shaking the very air around them. "You left Olympus without word, without permission, taking my daughter into the mortal world where she could have been harmed. Do you realize the danger you put her in? Do you realize the disrespect you have shown to me, to this palace, to everything we stand for?" Hera stepped forward, her posture straight and her head held high. "We went to learn, my lord," she said, her voice clear and steady despite the anger in his words.

He'd win anyways. " I won't work on this plan until I get a full proof plan to survive, of coarse after winning. I don't want my fruit to be passed to my cousin, Brandon or someone else." I say after debating with myself. "There's no war ever fought without a sacrifice, Hunter. You may rule this empire after you defeat the Inferno Morto, the organization sitting on the apex of this mafia world for decades." He stands up from his chair and rounds his way to the mini bar. Pouring himself a glass of neat gin, he tilts his head to pass me a wary look," In case, you die fighting for this power game, I want you to make sure you leave an heir behind you, a male heir, who has to continue our bloodli

Evelyn inhaled deeply before saying, "He’s the CEO of Eden Entertainment. And the heir to the Dean Group." A beat of stunned silence. Then, Anita nearly choked on her wine. "What?!"

"From the very beginning, the heir was the one in Stella's belly!" "This was just an unacknowledged bastard, a creature no one wanted. Why should he have been born?" "So he could live his life branded as a 'mutt'?" I was a walking corpse, shuffling toward the future Don, leaving a trail of scarlet on the floor. Each step left a bloody footprint, a gruesome trail of what we had lost. I stopped right in front of him and asked, my voice devoid of emotion. "Tell me, who was ever looking forward to the birth of the true Gallo heir?"

To my surprise, he tossed it into the big green fire, watching it melt and disappear. I gasped silently. Whoever they had to be summoning was super powerful. At the height of the flames erupting into a tornado of fire, a veiled woman walked out, tall, with a disturbing air to her, glowy eyes, and a shrill voice. A healer. Not just an ordinary healer but a century healer. “I summoned her for you,” Alpha Gabriel voiced out. “She'll tend to you tonight. I have noticed you haven't shifted since our training,” he commanded.

“Holy shit, Lyriana. You’re pregnant with the heir to both thrones. This is more than a scandal. This is a looming war waiting to happen.” I held intensely unto the edges of the windowsill. “I am aware.” “So what do you want to do?” she asked. “I am confused,” I said with a heavy hear. “Well… you better figure it out before someone else does.” She said as I hung up the call. My breath caught in my throat as I reread the letter. Alaric. Here. In the same palace. This was the same man that ruined the world I had. He owns the child I am carrying. He is the heir to Ardonia’s kingdom. Our rival kingdom