Rogue Heiress Novels & Stories

Lola didn't say a word for a moment, but when she finally did, I couldn't believe my ears. "She's going to be the one to take your place." She replied, but I didn't understand. ''What do you mean?'' I asked. "Your stepmother and your stepbrother brought her to impersonate you." She paused and glanced at the door, then continued. "I overheard them talking about it yesterday. Preparations have already been made to welcome her as Miss Grace Wellington. I fear for you, ma'am.'' She said with a saddened face. "Leila has a bad reputation. She's a thief, a sex worker, a bully, and....'' She bit her lips and shook her head. Imagine such a person bearing your name. Imagine what people will say about

“Considering the original rebellion happened so long ago, how does one become a Rogue? Is it solely by bloodline, or something else?” Rose shifted, settling in to think. “The foundation of my Rogue status traces back to my grandparents; they were indeed part of those initial ‘rebels,’ though I confess I possess very little knowledge regarding that era’s politics,” she explained. “My mother was categorized as a Second, a term we used much like your traditional pack utilizes generational distinctions.” She paused, offering the final, crucial detail: “My mother conceived a child fathered by one of this very pack’s soldiers. However, she maintained absolute secrecy regarding the pregnancy and un

“Everything has been planned. This is for our own good, don't you see it. You cannot resist me forever. This would give you the revenge you want over Crescent Moon Park. Aria wake up to reality. The Rogue had declared you queen. The word had spread across all the pack that there's a fierce rogue queen. Why not be my Luna.” "Not like this, even if I wanted, it's my choice," I clenched my fists tighter, my silver light brightening again. The amulet weakened me, but it would not silence me. “I will resist,” I said, my voice rising. “I will stand against you. I will never kneel. I am not yours, Raven!” For the first time, frustration flickered across his face. The charming mask was gone, leaving

Tears of relief now, grateful and warm. "Now," he said, releasing me, stepping back, becoming public Xavier again. "Go back to the boutique. Buy that red dress. The one that makes you look dangerous. And tonight, at the gala, you walk in like you own every room you enter. Because you do. Because you're Clara Laurent, and no one, not some blackmailer, not your father, not anyone can take that from you." I turned. I walked back across the street. The saleswoman met me at the door, eyes wide, first aid kit in her hands.

the rogue says, “he won’t take it with brute force first. He’ll take it with leverage. With sickness. With hunger. With deals you can’t refuse.” My skin prickles, thinking of the Queen upstairs, pale and failing. Tessa whispers, “He’s looking for his heir.” The rogue’s mouth tightens. “Yes.” “And do you know who?” I press. He looks at me for a long moment, then shakes his head once. “Not a name. Not yet.” His eyes narrow. “But I know he’s spooked. That’s why you got six rogues in a garden, he’s searching fast. Desperate.”

"Everything within 50 miles is my territory. Who would dare send you to an Alpha's house to steal?" The Rogue fumbled in his shirt with trembling hands and pulled out a small pouch. I opened it, and inside were several spirit stones of mediocre quality. These stones weren't top-grade, but they'd fetch decent money on the black market. To a Rogue, this was a fortune. "A woman made me do it!" The Rogue rushed to deflect blame. "She's from Blackrock Mine. The woman's legs are crippled, but she's pretty hot. She said she was the lady of this house and bad people had ruined her.

the rogue growled, stepping back from Kendra, as his eyes flashed red. His combat stance didn’t intimidate Kendra. The brunette smirked slyly at the rogue. “I see you have heard of me,” she muttered casually, extracting one of the knives from her pants. The rogue's eyes shifted nervously to the sharp blade. Every Rogue knows about the huntress. The brunette before him is infamous. Infamous for killing his kind. “What do you want?” He demanded, pushing his voice to a high pitch to mask his fear. No rogue has had the better side of the huntress. They always meet their doom, and he is not looking to die tonight.

It wasn’t just about her curse to never die in the hands of man, she was royalty. Princess Blanca Alexandra Castillo is the deceased daughter of the first queen, Queen Beatrice and the rightful heir to the throne. If Rogue could die she would have been dead a longtime ago but her existence is a threat not only to the crowned prince but to the whole hierarchy and kingdom. She was like that thin thread keeping this country from becoming a waste land. What in heaven’s name is happening and why now of all time? The reason why Rogue wasn’t executed is because if the public witness her execution, they will realize Rogue is the closest thing to immortal and reverence her as a goddess. Their intenti

“She is the enemy. She is a rogue. You don’t know what they did to my family.” “I heard Logan and I am so sorry. Take as much revenge as you can on those appropriate but don’t hold her to her people’s sins. Was she there?” I shook my head because I did not even want to hear such words. Rogue girl was guilty. They were all guilty. “She is a witch. Their kingdom was cloaked, she helped cloak it.” “Are you sure about that? They would need a very old and powerful witch for that, I assume. Is she powerful? Maybe she did not know what they were doing?” Flavia was just grabbing at straws at that point.

David didn't have the drive nor the desire to fight back if he was attacked but Bryan was going to destroy him irrespective of that. But he wasn't going to destroy David if she could stop him and she was determined to do just that. So, she pushed her fears away and began to walk towards him through the crowded bar. Her auburn hair glowed like a dark flame in the light if the chandeliers. Her oval face so classical with her green shadowed eyes, elegant nose, wide full generous red mouth. Her slender, rounded figure swayed under the tight green velvet, the low neckline drawing eyes to her high white breasts. Her pale legs moving gracefully, the green dress constantly sliding up to give glimpse