The Blood Ledger’s Favorite Heir Novels & Stories

Bryan blurted out, “Why do you think I could even remember how she smelled? We didn’t have any closer interactions than shaking hands and social small talk,” “I’m sorry if you feel offended. Alright, difficult to describe over the phone. Let’s meet after you come back. Have a good vacation!” Bryan sighed after he hung up the call. Both as the heirs of a family business, Vincent had a tougher life to get what he deserved as the heir than him, of course with a higher wealth level too. As the sole heir of S&T group, he had a happy family and did not take much to get control of the law firm business. Vincent, on the other hand, was the “forgotten son” for years wandering in the UK, with a depres

He asked, looking at me from head to toe and focusing on the neckline of my blouse, making me roll my eyes. I move closer to him, glaring at him. "I am the Montanari heiress, this chair is mine!" I speak a little lower, but firm and serious. "And I am your future husband and I would have to take over the company". Seriously spoken. "But don't worry, I can make you secretary. You'll be great to work with". Speaks mischievously, licking his lips as he looks down at my cleavage again. I roll my eyes and walk over to his side, controlling myself so I don't end up committing murder.

he called as softly as he could and got their attention when he got closer. Dean was surprised to see him. But he can't hide his happiness. He misses him after a week of not seeing him. He misses Sean terribly. "Bun, you're here! When did you arrive? Why didn't you tell me?" he exclaims happily using his pet name for him for the first time since they made up. Employees that are present at the lobby stare at their boss in astonishment. But what got their attention more is Sean’s presence. Sean, the infamous heir of Chairman Stuart Williams. The eldest son of the Williams. The heir of the Empire Group of Companies. The lost prince.

Her fingers shook as she unrolled the ancient paper, the ink blurred at the edge but readable. "Leya, if you are reading these words, you have to hear me out. You are not what you think you are. My friend, your father—was something more than that. He was my brother. And you. you are the last living heir of the Cassian Bloodline. Harrison finds out—it's only one decision he can make. And if he makes the incorrect one—he kills you." Leya's breath caught. Cassian. She had seen the name on Harrison's files, hidden away in his office.

I knock the blade from his hand, sending it clattering down the stairs and I pin him against the banister, pressing the edge of my dagger to his throat. “You think you carry Nightwalker blood because of your cursed father?” I hiss back into his mind. “You are nothing, Drake. I carry the blood of the Nightwalker and the Moon Goddess.” His eyes widen. “That makes me the true heir. Lord of all. You were never more than a failed experiment.” His anger shows and his cheeks darken with blood. He is not a true animal of the jungle or he would recognize the king of kings when he saw it.

His eyes went from the ledger in my hands to me. But I pretended I couldn’t hear him. I traced the edges of the cover. Something was placed over it, a new leather piece. I needed to peel this off. I moved ahead with my thought. From the tip of my finger, my claw peaked out. "Your Majesty! That’s the ledger my grandfather passed down to me. It’s a family inheritan—" He couldn’t finish his words, as my claws had already done the job. In fact, they did it too well, because a shiny object entered into my sight.

“Tonight we honor blood and future. Tonight you see my daughter. Not rumor. Not shadow. Flesh. Will. Fire. Elena Ferrero.” He turned to her. He reached into a velvet box and took out a ring. The metal was heavy and old. The crest cut like a blade. He took her hand and slid the ring onto her finger. A pin prick of pain made her flinch. The inner edge had a sharp tooth. It took a drop of her blood. The floor under the dais hummed. A hidden door in the wall clicked and breathed open. Gasps moved through the hall. Inside the slot, a steel plate slid aside to reveal an ancient ledger with a lock that glowed faintly.

Feeling a dull ache on my neck, I touched it and I saw blood, she sliced my skin and I didn't even know, "Impossible," she mumbled, "What is it?" The man stood from the throne, "She is the daughter of Frederick Hall and Emelia Saunders... She is the heir to the Northern pack... She will lead them... To victory," she mumbled the two last words so our we could hear, "Throw her the dungeon!" The man yelled, "We will break her and turned her into our element if surprise."

The priestess waited for him to recover, idly picking her nails, glancing at him once he stood, “Hear my words detok, for they come straight from the lips of the winter father” she started as the army took and knee, same with detok, “You detok, heir to both the winter and summer thrones has fallen short in the eyes of the rulers of both courts, particularly in my eyes for the thoughts of herandra matters little to me, you will have one chance to absolve yourself of this shame you have soiled me with. You will travel alone to the gates of artemon, there you will slay the prince and present his head to me as an act of apology, then and only then will I consider you my heir once again.”

Zack smiled with his determined tone while everyone gave Zack a very satisfied nod and warm smile. "Our Thaddy has a very strong dadzky, don't shame yourself, Zack...wipe that snot and be the man of strength as you always are...You are a Dalton...you are the father of the Cullen heir...don't make great grandfather ashamed of us...Mimi Belle is listening too" a weak but stern voice interrupted their drama. All eyes turned to the boy who is sleeping on the bed but talked sternly to Zack. "Justin..." Zack whispered and instantly stand up to be at Justin's side.