Keturunan Rahasia Komik Novels & Stories

"I don't think Carlo meant it the way it turned out." "No," I said. "He meant the bloodline. The arrangement." I watched Viktor across the room, shaking hands, answering questions, entirely himself. "He got the heir part right. He just never understood what the inheritance actually was." Klaus looked at me. "What was it," he said. Quietly. Like he already knew but wanted to hear me say it. "The choosing," I said. "Real over managed. Every single day, whatever it costs." I held both their gazes. "That's what passed down. Not the name. Not the operation. The choosing."

Leonard must have figured me out by now. He knew I was the type who acted shy on the outside but had secret desires underneath. After a few moments of teasing, he pulled me into another round, and we kept going until we were both completely worn out. When I was ready to leave, he insisted that I did not put my underwear back on. He said he wanted to keep it as a souvenir. I did not want to, but I could not argue with him, so I just did what he said. My stockings were already torn, so I could not wear those either. I took them off and went home wearing only my skirt.

"All of it. No more secrets. No more protection. Just the truth." The silence stretched between them, heavy and endless. Damien set down the envelope. He moved to the window, his back to her again, his voice barely a whisper. "My grandfather isn't just the head of the family. He's the head of an empire. An empire built on things that would put him in prison for the rest of his life if anyone found out." He paused. "Sebastian knows. He's been collecting evidence for years, waiting for the right moment to strike."

Perfectly reasonable for a hidden diamond like him. “Boss, why do you keep staring at that kid?” Leon whispered in my ear. I stayed silent. I felt something strange, an irrational pull. Nicholas’s gaze, his posture, his intelligence, even his looks awakened something unfamiliar. A desire to possess him. Not as an asset. Not as entertainment. But as if I were seeing myself as a child reflected in Nicholas. I didn’t understand why. Leon, my most trusted man, watched me with suspicion. “Boss, we’re here for weapons. Not a child.”

With our pack only have 4 healers, my parents were very important. My parents found each other in college. Literally sniffed each other out the first day of classes. Graduated college with my oldest sibling in my moms belly. Jaxs dad was Alpha of our pack. His Grandpa was an alpha and so on it went through the generations. His mother was actually an Omega. She has changed alot and definitely doesn't remember her roots unfortunately. Today though, I'm sitting in my last homeroom waiting on Jackson to show up. My long brown super straight hair is covering my face and half my calculus book. My final is tomorrow and I have no willpower left in my entire body to study any longer.

Angela shouted, closing the suitcase again and shoving it before Gilberd. "Especially Uncle. Uncle has no right to keep all this when the head of the family is already there, "cried Gilbert. "All of this is yours, Angela. So save it!" Dareen exclaimed. Angela looked at Regan, and Regan nodded his head. "The other wealth is in a secret room, which is the big vault of this family. And the key is with you, which is the symbol of the key to the Gonemanus family," Gilberd exclaimed.

His family. His son. His future daughter-in-law. His sister. Ryan. Alicia. Every single person smiling. He quietly slipped his hand into Alicia's. She looked at him. "What?" He smiled. "Nothing." She followed his gaze around the room. Then she understood. Once... This family had been torn apart by secrets. Now... It was growing because of promises. And somewhere... Henry Dickson's final lesson had come true. Legacy was never about what you left behind. It was always about who remained together after you were gone.

“No, Grandma. Just… just a bit dizzy.” She clucked her tongue. “You need to eat more. You’re getting too thin.” I forced a smile, a brittle mask. “I’m fine, Grandma.” But I wasn’t. I was trapped. Trapped by a man who was a monster in a prince’s disguise. Trapped by a secret that could destroy me. I looked around the small store, my home, my life. It was all I had. And I would protect it. I would protect my child. From him.

“It’s too early. I can’t. What if he takes him? What if his world swallows my son whole? I ran five years ago because I was terrified of exactly that. I can’t risk it. Not yet.” She didn’t push. Instead, she stood up and pulled out an old photo album from a drawer. We flipped through it together — pictures of her own children when they were young, faded memories of simpler times. It felt like the conversation had shifted into something softer, more nurturing. “You’re a good mother,” she said quietly, pointing at a photo of her holding her youngest. “But carrying this secret alone is breaking you. I see it in your eyes every time you leave here. Secrets like this have a way of poisoning even

Unauthorized reproduction of any part of this story or plagiarism of any kind is prohibited by the law. •••••••••••• Author's Notes: Hi, dear readers! ❤ Thank you for sticking with us and for reading this draft of my crime/mafia/romance story. "THE ALPHA'S DHAMPIRICA" is the title of the sequel, now published on this same profile. It was written as a vampire/mafia/romance novel again, like the original version of this book. If my schedule permits, I would rewrite a non-paranormal version of this first installment soon. I really hope you'll love the second book as well!