K Drama The Heirs Novels & Stories

"Enzo. You know him?" "Ah. Lorenzio, the second heir." Ricchar crossed his arms and looked me in the eye again. "Are you still dating guys?" "What?" I pulled a face. Ricchar squinted at me. A mix of curiosity and puzzlement narrowed his eyes. "Does Mykaela know?" So what? I made a face at the sudden inquiry. It made me want to shift the topic to avoid the issue. "Why would I keep it a secret?"

"Moving on, his pack is called Hana, which is Korean for one. Dae-Hyun is a king because he's rich, good looking, gosh it always gets old the third time around, and because he is a brute you do not want to mess with. He's physically and verbally very able to wound you, and out of all three kings, he's most known and more likely to make knuckle to skin contact. If you're thinking he just some chop-slop, think again because the guys has a black belt in judo, taekwondo, and a ten other type of martial arts known to man, or something. To top that, his father, who's Lee Tan of Lee Inc., is partners with Ashwood International so he basically functions as if he actually owns the place, cause he kin

So this is what I’ve been dragged into. A fake marriage. A corporate war masked as romance. A family soaked in blood, lies, and leverage. And I — Baekhoon, son of the HK Group chairman — am right at the center of it. I glance at my father, who’s still watching me from the other end of the sofa. His eyes don’t waver. Not once. He’s testing me. He wants to see how far I’m willing to go. I return his gaze. “If everything you say is true, then Madam Kim has more power than we expected.”

If blood ties were so easy to break, there never would have been one in the first place! — How dare you … — I proclaim irritated. — Will I… Be his brother forever? Harika too? …- Oh No! Your Highness started to cry. He sobs as he looks at me with those orange-red eyes. Wait a bit. If you stop to look at the heir, we were pretty much alike, the color of the eyes the shape of our mouths, and his nose … it's running. This is too disgusting, I feel nauseous.

The moment my mother in-law uttered that word, I coughed so hard and almost choked on the food I was eating. The Heir reveal is like a ritual that every legitimate son of the Seattle's must partake in to be legible for a part in the will of Mr Seattle. This was like a dream come true for Kai since he was the only one without a child amongst his brothers and to add to his joy, he's the first to have a male child.

“The rumours have been going round that Rogers heir would not be able to rule over us,” “He tried to force the elders to tell him why and they all said,” “He's not true blood. His heir isn't an original bloodline of our pack. A royal bloodline,” I gasped with my hands over my mouth. “Yes. And we know about the drought curse if a royal less blood sits on the throne,” Stacy replied. “It's happening already. Rogers isn't from Royal bloodline nor is Stella. They are both bringing us to the darkest times,” “It's more complicated than I thought,” I said to myself.

Only the best for her daughters. "The Di Lauro's only heiress, Kiera Azure Di Lauro is now bearing the name of her husband. The people of Dharma will identify the heiress as Kiera Azure Di Lauro-Wright. Furthermore, the people of Dharma shall acknowledge her husband, Xander Voulker Wright as equal to the firstborn of the Patriarch, Vittorio Di Lauro" Loud applause fills the soft breeze of the afternoon while the Governor announces the significance of the union.

“I saw on your resume that you trained in dance. Half a day should be enough. But if you need more time, I can give you a few days.” “There shouldn’t be a problem,” Isabella replied cautiously. The director turned to the instructor. “Kim, what do you think?” Kim chuckled. “You’ll see soon enough.” The director clapped his hands. “Alright everyone! Let’s start!” Scene 1.3 — Consort Devan’s Drunken Dance Characters: The Prince Consort Devan Lady Katherine Several concubines and palace servants The Grand Selection had just ended. A new batch of young beauties had entered the palace.

The cold, calculating stare. It’s undeniable. "You're his son," Drakon whispers. The shotgun in his hands dips slightly, the shock hitting him harder than a bullet. "You're Kyros's son." "Bastard son," Nikos amends. "Until today. Today, I take my place. The heir to the Reaper throne." "You played us," Drakon says. "For a decade. You sat at my table. You married..." He looks at me. "You married her to cover your tracks?"

Pain bit my chest again—punishment for obedience that didn’t belong to me anymore. Dax stepped in front of me, shoulders squaring. “Stay behind me.” Kieran pushed through the brush into the copper eclipse light. He looked like he’d been carved out of storm—jacket open, throat bare, eyes wild. The moment he saw Dax, his whole expression tightened like a fist. “You,” Kieran said, the word heavy with recognition. Dax’s mouth curved without humor. “Alpha Heir.” Kieran’s gaze flicked to my bound wrist, then to the pendant peeking through my fingers. His face went pale in a way that had nothing to do with the cold.