Heir To The Empire Audiobook Novels & Stories

Fear crawled sharply through my body. “Damian.” My voice weakened slightly. “What are you not telling me?” Lucien looked between both of us carefully now, tension sharpening subtly in his expression too. The traitor noticed it immediately. “There are rumors.” Damian’s attention snapped back toward him. “Be careful.” But the man looked too terrified to stop now. “They said the heir changes control of the empire.” Lucien crossed his arms slowly. “That part is obvious.” “No.” The man swallowed hard. “I mean legally.”

Lorenzo’s hand instantly flew to the holster beneath his jacket but I raised a hand stopping him. I looked at Luke, completely unbothered. I had been hearing his pathetic insults since I was a child. He was a weak spoiled child. He had the legacy, but I had the brains and the brutality. That’s why our father had passed him over to let me run the empire until I completely took over kicking my own father out of the board seat. "Keep drinking, Luke," I said smoothly, not even slowing my pace as I walked past the staircase. "Maybe one day you'll finally drink enough to forget that I own the roof over your head."

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

“Congratulations. You’ve been promoted to Chaos Ambassador. Your first task: stop breaking things before intel shows up.” He pouts. “Fine. But if anyone sneezes wrong, I’m still biting them.” I roll my eyes and a scoff comes from the back of the room. Kieran shifts in his corner, silent, brooding, and somehow more intimidating just by existing. Head of my Shadows. “You make my job harder,” he grunts. Lou grins. “Aw poor baby has to work instead of reading dark romance books at midnight?” Kieran freezes, jaw tightening, his eyes glow gold. “I do not—”

The evening had settled into the quiet Vargr preferred. He sat in the chair by the window with a glass of wine he hadn't touched, one hand resting on the arm, his eyes on the mountain line where the last of the light was leaving. The compound was running. The program was running. The working held as it would continue to hold until the heir arrived and completed what had taken 153 years to build. The heir. He was certain of it — a son, born of the original line, the last piece of what that night in the ash had set in motion. He had been patient. He could be patient a little longer.

She slid them out and began to read. The top page was a will. The original Rhodes family will, dated eighteen years ago, drawn up by a solicitor firm whose name she didn't recognise, not Crane's firm, someone else entirely, someone her mother had found carefully and deliberately. Signed. Witnessed by two names she didn't know. Legally formatted in language she had to read slowly to fully follow. She followed it. Elias Rhodes was named as primary heir to the Rhodes estate and all associated assets upon his father's death. That part she'd expected. But the clauses below it were what made her breathing slow down and become deliberate.

answered Blake, who kept his eyes straight, looking at the wall across where he stood. Then, at least look at her when saying those words. Alise was about to cry, and she didn’t want any of them to see her. Alise didn’t want them to think she was ungrateful and such. But none of them thought of her that way. They knew she was just lost. “Then what am I supposed to do now?” Her voice wavered. “To ensure your protection, we’ll announce that the family’s heir is back. These seven boys have been trained for years and dedicated their lives to you. You’ll be attending Prestigious Academy. There, you will learn various things.”

My voice was calm when I spoke to no one in particular: “Every empire falls twice, first to arrogance, then to fear. Let’s make sure ours does neither.” Luca approached, headset in, scanning airspace the way soldiers never stop doing. “Press line ready. Adrian’s convoy just turned into the underground garage.” I nodded. The sun crested, blinding for a heartbeat. “If this is how power tests faith,” I whispered, “then let it try me.” Luca extended a hand, not in salute, simply in silent promise. “Then let’s give them a show worth believing.”

'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.

I really hope you'll love the second book as well! Moreover, some chapters in the sequel also contain non-English dialogues with translations. Below is a sneak peek! Enjoy! •••••••••••• BOOK II PREVIEW •••••••••••• I only meant to give him a quick goodbye kiss. For old times' sake. I didn't want to say goodbye to him yet, but I had to leave Italy now and go back to my busy med student life in New York.