Novel & Cerita The First Heir Novel Read Online

'Anna, you-‘ 'And listen, I don't need your help! so, just ignore me, I'm just your servant, never be more than that, especially your bitch!' Anna said in a cold tone. And her words were more than enough to make Liam completely silent and stunned by it. She immediately left with emotional steps, leaving Liam behind. And after Anna left, came from behind Liam, the sound of clapping and very loud laughter. ‘HAHAHA’ 'Wow, what an amazing scene! So dramatic! Liam Lawson, the young master and THE HEIR of the Lawson group, was just rejected by a servant, hahaha!'

I already knew where this was going. I was the first son and the business alwaya went to the first son, just as it had always been. “And so,” he continued, cool eyes sweeping between me and Diego. “I will hand the reins to the son who proves himself the most capable.” My mother’s brows knitted together. “Guillermo… surely you mean Alejandro.” She glanced at me, then back at him. “He’s the eldest. It's the Castillo tradition.” “No,” Father said, voice hardening.

he ordered and she opened to that page, "read!" Did he brought her here to read novel for him? What sort of a weird man is this? She began to read the novel out loud for him while he listened. She also got interested in the novel as it was about a powerful immortal lycan king that rules all packs and their alphas in the past. He was like a god. She continued reading out loud that she didn't even bother to look at him anymore, about thirty minutes later, she raised her gaze up to him just to see that he was still following but his two eyes were closed.

Because this wasn’t a fight anymore. It was the beginning of war. The first Ancient stepped forward again, glowing eyes locked onto mine with terrifying certainty. Then it spoke the words that made cold spread through my entire body. The Heir has awakened. The others smiled. And the forest descended into chaos.

“When did the bond first spark?” “Three nights ago,” I whispered before I could stop myself. His jaw flexed. “And tonight he rejected you.” “Yes.” A long, assessing look passed over his face. “Then congratulations, little wolf,” he said darkly. “You’re carrying an Alpha heir.” The forest seemed to tilt. Heir. The word felt too heavy. Too powerful. Too dangerous. “No,” I breathed. “That’s not possible.” “It is,” he said simply. “And Ironclaw will tear the world apart to claim it.”

Unauthorized reproduction of any part of this story or plagiarism of any kind is prohibited by the law. •••••••••••• First chapters of the Book III of The Heir's Secret Obsession will be published soon here on the GN app. The third installment, titled "THE BILLIONAIRE ALPHA'S HEIRESS", is also written in 1st person narrative. ❤ Thank you for your continued support. It motivates indie writers like me to keep writing original stories that I wish will inspire and/or resonate with you. Some of the chapters in the third book contain Italian dialogue. Translations will be written inside brackets [ ].

"Thank God you were so pigheaded. Otherwise, I might've actually married you—a fraud. "Now, even if you got down on your knees and begged me to marry you, I wouldn't be interested. The man I'm marrying is Arthur. He's the real heir to the Harrison family. As for you—" She looked me up and down, her eyes filled with contempt. "No matter how capable you think you are, you're still getting thrown out." My mom let out a cold snort. "Look at you now. If you'd just listened to us from the start, you wouldn't have ended up with everyone turning against you."

And this time, she spoke a little awkwardly. "Yes, ma'am," Adit replied. "Get used to calling me Mom," Madam Sandra instructed, a little embarrassed. "Yes, mom," Aditya replied without thinking. For him, Mrs. Sandra is a woman he respects a lot, just like his mother, so whatever she tells him to do willingly. Moreover, he had received permission from his own biological mother, and although forced, the life as an heir that he never wanted he had to live today.

The pages were hard from age, yet the text were clear and faintly shining when I slowly opened it. The Shadow Heir was the title. I let out a gasp. "Shadow Heir?" As I looked over the page, my voice wavered. Even though the book was written in an old language, it was easy to understand. The significance seems to have been there all along. It described a twin of the legitimate ruler who would inherit the First Kingdom's throne. There was a catch, though: one of the twins was cursed to never return and exiled into the dark. Their power was buried deep in the ground, sealed away, and waiting to be resurrected.