Heirs Kdrama Novels & Stories

she started as the army took and knee, same with detok, “You detok, heir to both the winter and summer thrones has fallen short in the eyes of the rulers of both courts, particularly in my eyes for the thoughts of herandra matters little to me, you will have one chance to absolve yourself of this shame you have soiled me with. You will travel alone to the gates of artemon, there you will slay the prince and present his head to me as an act of apology, then and only then will I consider you my heir once again.” The options were clear, either he killed the prince or he died there, coming back was not an option in the slightest. She finished as the soldiers stood, detok followed, seething on th

He said "This is crazy! Real crazy!"Celine said feeling very furious "And there is one more thing Celine!" The lawyer said "What?" "You haven't forgot the condition your father made on your inheritance" he said "And what condition is that?"Nick asked "That Celine has to get married before she can claim any of her inheritance" "But that's bull shit!"Nick yelled out suddenly. "It isn't! It's the condition Mr Clifford made before he died"Stacey said "But that is maddness, how will Celine ever get to have her inheritance ,what if there is not a guy willing to marry her?"Nick said only to get a reproachfull look from the three.

"But Noorh..?" "Doesn't feel the same way," Khas confirmed. "They never do. If there's anyone in the arrangement who emotionally suffers, it's the heir because he's not allowed to marry the one he falls in love with…if they ever fall in love with anyone, that is." Kiran sadly looked away. Noorh wouldn't be able to marry whoever he would fall in love with? "But wouldn't the prince fall in love with his fiancée eventually? Once they are king and queen-"

His gaze shifted from the hotel room door numbered 1010 to Evelyn, who stood disheveled in front of him. “Andre…” Evelyn’s voice cracked as she spoke his name. Andre Sterling, the only heir to the richest business family in New Santerra, was her fiancé—arranged, but still a man who truly loved her. And Evelyn loved him too. His eyes fell upon the reddish marks scattered across her neck and chest, stark against her skin where the collar of her dress had slipped just a bit. A wave of anger and disbelief crashed over him. Andre wasn’t a fool; he knew exactly what had happened inside that damned room!

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.”

And besides, all he knows is that the Sean he knew was Henry’s son, not Stuart’s. Dean felt overwhelmed, he was surprised, happy and sad at the same time. Surprised to know Sean was actually the heir of the biggest company, a conglomerate to be exact. Happy to finally see him and sad to realize that in those ten years Sean had never once contacted him. He had never changed his number believing that one day Sean would contact him and would give him a chance to explain what really happened that day. But he never did. And that hurts more than anything. Meanwhile, Dylan never took his eyes off of Dean, he saw the pain in his eyes as he stared at Sean from afar. Dylan knows how painful it was for

“Your freaking heir is standing behind you. You have been searching all these while when she’s always been with you,” Huh? “What is going on here? What heir?” I turned back, in search of the heir they were talking about but there was no one there. Not even the guard. “All these while; five months that you’ve been with her, even after saving her from the shoreside. I was expecting you to have figured it out for a long time now, as the signs were obvious but yet, you didn’t. That is your heir, Verona. And she’s five months pregnant for a man that wants to kill her.”

I gasp and stagger back, hot blood trailing down my skin. She’s fast. “You think you can just come here and steal my legacy?” Kira yells. Her eyes shine—not with anger, but with something more dangerous. “My place in Fenrath? In Hulen?!” I grip my sword tighter. My arm aches, but the confusion in my chest burns hotter. “What are you talking about, Kira?” I shout back, breathless. “You’re the heir. You’re getting married to Zev. So tell me—what exactly do you think I have taken from you?”

THE HEIRS OF ASHES The storm had moved on, but its residue lingered in the tension clinging to the air like a second skin. Every corridor of the Lee estate pulsed with quiet anticipation, the hush before explosion. Twelve heirs. Twelve legacies. Each summoned by Chaewon under the veil of a singular promise: Choose your future—or be devoured by your past. The first to arrive came in silence—a blindfolded woman in a pearl-gray hanbok, escorted by three cloaked guards. She removed the blindfold herself before stepping onto the courtyard stones, her voice like ice.

“He used to talk about you like you were magic. Said he was waiting to find you. That he'd seen your face in dreams. He worked with Selena. They planned to get you out together. He said… You were everything.” My throat closed.= I flipped the book open. Page after page, filled with my face—sketches, charcoal outlines, water-stained smears. My hair, my mouth, my eyes. One word kept repeating under every drawing in a childlike scrawl: The Heir. Heir of what? I turned more pages, the English shaky and broken. Ancient symbols and names I didn’t recognize. A bloodline. A clan. Kitusiko. Another page. A rough sketch of a birthmark.