K Drama The Heirs Novels & Stories

Seeing how Kloper avoided his gaze, Groid felt a sense of betrayal. ‘Why can’t you look at me? Did you already know about this?’ Groid asked inwardly, curling mitts into menacing missiles. The huge door, which can accommodate even a family of giraffe, opened again with a bang. Naturally, all eyes were set at the newcomer, who turned out to be the second heir, Jeonghan. There were swooshing sounds of murmurs in air. Jeonghan couldn’t hear all of them, but there are full of criticism against him. Why not? He’s the fake boyfriend of the girl who turned out to be the traitor’s daughter.

Kiara motioned "No thanks" Min Jun replied, he knew if he got there all he would get was a soft painful bump on his head. 'Kiara is such a bully, she won't let me off for making grandma sad" He thought. "Grandmother, Kiara, I have good news. I'm participating in the reality TV show 'Korea's Most Eligible' as the last female contestant, so don't blame this lady for being unavailable for a while." "Wow really!!!" Grandma Rou clapping her hands in approval "My Jae Hwa Is finally coming out from her shell!"

She was stunned as she was not sure if Adrian would go this far. "Wait! Adrian would not do that. He might be a monster. He might have killed me in the most brutal way. But you are his blood too. Hayden and Adrian share the same blood. And you are the only heiress to his throne." Eve questioned Dabria in a low tone. She was just too surprised to agree with Dabria's words.

The heartbreak of that realization had me out the door, searching for fresh air as I stripped my clothing off, my body bulking to shift as I broke into a run before the slam of a door behind us and his strong voice halted it. “A stór.” It was commanding, soft, demanding, and a plea all in one, but the fall of liquid from my face told me not to turn around. I couldn’t get lost again. I needed to remember who I was. I am an Heir. Sacrifice was always a possibility. I am one. The pack is many. My blood runs through theirs. I needed to get back to them but I was trapped here. The gate was too high, too thick. My only hope would be Nixon.

Ahn Hana continues with a sharp voice, “Are you sure that a chaebol heir would look at your daughter this way? There are people who think that your daughter was selling her body to rich men." “Please, stop.” Noh Kyung-Hee’s mother beseeches her, “I don’t want to hear anymore. Our daughter can’t come back to us. Please stop using our daughter to gain fame.” Ahn Hana clicks her tongue. Why are these people so emotional? If they truly want to be emotional, why don’t they focus on finding the real culprit? “Are you sure? What would Noh Kyung-hee’s soul think about you? Her parents never looked for --”

But the King would fold his hands and bow to the law. He would be there too, to witness it all and try and sniff out where the Gem might be. "Now, Summer. Let's start with a few basics. This here is Hydra. She will be your handmaiden. She will be with you at all times during your time in the palace." "So, if you're thinking of a way to escape or run away from our agreement, it's best that you put away such thoughts." "Hydra wouldn't hesitate in silencing you if you compromise our plans."

Zale's mother paused and looked at grandpapa saying that he should the one to say it. "It was to gather the heirs of each throne. The heir of the Fire's Throne, Seraphina Agni, the heir of the Ocean's throne, Zale Altan. The two of you who are together meaning that you are about to be completed." He said. I am the heir of the Fire's throne, a title that holds so much power. It's like next to being a God. Zale patted my shoulder and nodded at me. I looked at the scenery, there is nothing to see but the vast ocean. I sighed.

I yelled out my lungs this time, who doesn't know the third richest family in Korea “You….you…you ….” I pointed shaky hands at him and he nodded “Hmmm, that's me the heir to Kuwaiti Group, my name was never Edwardo my real name is Ji-hoon Kuwaiti “How long have I been unconscious?” I said still cannot believe what I heard “Three months” “And our baby?” “I'm sorry armor, but it's gone” “Hmmm,” I nodded, “So you were never poor?” I asked, laughing at how stupid I was not to notice that my smart husband was Korean all those years I lived with him, married for two years, and never found out.

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.

“You’re not ready for this.” She folded her arms. “Try me.” Something in his expression shifted—less ice, more storm. “You think this firm is just a law office?” he said. “We sit on ancient courts. We settle blood feuds older than your textbooks. I don’t run a business, Zara. I run a kingdom.” She stared at him. Her mouth parted slightly, but no words came. “The Heir Trial,” he continued, voice low. “It’s not ceremonial. It’s a fight for leadership. For the right to shape the future of the Five Clans.”