K Drama The Heirs Novels & Stories

A few months back, he would have sworn Liora was only a daughter to a noble family, not one of royal bloodline. Slowly, he walked over and picked up the file on his table. It contained the reports from Silverfang. The amber-eyed heir... “How many of you were given out? ” he whispered, but there was no answer. Just then, his home line rang, and he went ahead to press the answer button. “Alpha... we found something.” It was Darius Blackthorn. “Tell me,” Kael said. “The heirs were three in total. One from the cold clan... another from the wolf clan, and the third, we believe, was a seer.”

"That's enough!" Derek suddenly yelled, glaring at me with pure contempt. "Let me tell you the truth—I'm the heir of the Astor family. When my parents get here tomorrow, forget a few dozen—I could give you hundreds! Thousands! You're nothing but a pathetic loser. Who are you to humiliate me?" With that, he shoved past me and ran out. Estelle's face darkened as she snapped at me, "Happy now? You really did hit your head. Now nobody's happy. Just pack your things and come with me!"

"She's carrying my heir." Heir… His heir. The room tilted, and I had to grip the doorframe to stay upright. Behind Darius, I could see other pack members watching through the window. Their faces held no shock and surprise. They'd all known. "You said I was your mate," I whispered, hating how small my voice sounded. Darius's jaw tightened. "You are. But I need an heir, Kiera. The pack needs a strong bloodline to continue." "And I'm not good enough to give you that?" The words came out sharper now, anger bleeding through the shock.

“Anyway, we got talking about the future. I told her you’re my heir. Of course, I want my little beans to get their share too.” Bri’s smile thinned. “Dad, you know I don’t covet what’s yours. You raised me with capable hands, strong legs, and a brain that actually works. If I want something, I’ll earn it.” He chuckled. “That’s my girl. That’s why you’re perfect to lead this company.” But then— His eyes shifted. Something steeled in them. “I need an heir, Bai. A real heir. I don’t mind your—” he waved vaguely, “—your preferences. Women, suits, all that. But biology is what it is. I must name Yu Long Ryeong as my heir.”

If love and power were placed on a scale, which would they choose? I let out a cold chuckle. "I'll ask one last time. Who is the true heiress of Skyrise Group?" Before either of them could answer, a woman stormed forward and slapped me hard across the face. It was Christina Sanders, daughter of one of Skyrise Group's partners. "How dare you? A scholarship freeloader like you dared to stir up trouble at Skyrise Group's event? Do you even know your place?" I knew exactly who Christina was. She'd been obsessed with David for years and had always fantasized about marrying him and becoming the future CEO's wife.

¶ I read it again. And again. Then I opened the second link. By Pack Insider. ¶ The word around the upper circle is that a certain heir's new "mate" is a former bartender from the lower districts with no status and no business being anywhere near a founding bloodline. "She showed up out of nowhere with a child that happens to look exactly like him‚" says one source close to the situation. "You do the math." The heir's former fiancée‚ a prominent figure in eastern trade‚ is reportedly devastated but maintaining her dignity. Unlike some people.¶

One moment he'd study how steep the stairs were, the next he'd tap the edge of a step with his toe, muttering to himself the whole time. I leaned against the living room wall with my water and watched with real interest. [Here it is! The classic stairs tumble!] [I'll guess: the fake heir pushes the real one, gets caught by the parents, and gets disowned on the spot!] [Wrong read up there. Clearly the real heir's about to stage a fall and pin it on the fake one!] [Anyone want to bet when this fake heir takes his fall? It's finally happening! My heart's racing!] So that was it. I pushed up my glasses, finally understanding. It seemed Chelsea's lecture hadn't sunk in at all.

I have always been a stickler for the rules. In elementary school, our class holds an election for class president. The teacher ignores the vote and appoints the principal's son instead. I follow the school's rule that whoever receives the majority vote should win, gather all 42 students, and take the election straight to the principal's office to redo the vote. When I grow up and start working, my boss hands me a thousand-dollar expense receipt and orders me to file a ten-thousand-dollar reimbursement claim. I refuse, as it violates company policy. The manager laughs. "Here, whatever the boss says goes. Learn to bend when you can, or the company may decide it needs someone more obedien

She slowly raised her head. — “Five?” Even Mazen’s mother looked confused. — “Five people?” As for Salma, she stared at the lawyer in bewilderment. Asia said: — “But... there are three heirs.” The lawyer looked at her in surprise. — “Excuse me?” — “Me, Mazen’s mother... and my son, Yazid.” Her mother and Salma exchanged a quick glance. The lawyer remained silent for a few moments. Then he said: — “No, ma’am.”

Hazi took some time to pick on one of the dramas over the Netflix recommended shows and he picked 'Money Heist. "Wow, is it the first time you were gonna see that drama? It was so cool as I would say," Danny sat back down on the couch beside Hazi as he placed both of his legs on the table and leaned his head back on the comfort zone. The opening of the Netflix show bombarded through the speakers as there was a knock on the door and there came a housemaid holding a chiller container filled with the ice. Inside was four bottles of soju and on the side of the big tray were the side snacks, like chips, and pork belly with kimchi. "Thank you," Danny said courteously over the maid as it bowed down