The Forgotten Heiress Kathleen Novels & Stories

Astrid found the Women’s Etiquette class to be as bad as she feared and her thoughts meandered as Mrs Bellmar repeated the ‘women are servants’ speech again. She is Princess Astrid Nara Katrall, the true heir to the Kaltharian throne. Does she really want to be a Queen? People have sacrificed their very lives and outlawed themselves permanently for her. Just for her. She remembered all the risks she had taken with her own life as a thief, never knowing that thousands, maybe tens of thousands of people depended on her.

"They won't even like an inch of you so stop asking me useless questions." Rhian was taken aback and shut up. From all of them. Kathleen has the most power because she's the granddaughter of the General and his father is now next to be the General. Paul Mondragon. Kathleen bullies them and always treats them like her slaves. Kathleen exhaled and sipped on her cappuccino. They all looked at the woman walking on a runway entering the café and they gape when behind her is the man that they were talking about. Zach was so handsome, tall and bulky that could make their panties fall.

The man she loved, sold her to the devil. Kathleen had been saving her virginity for Troy—the man she believed would become her mate. But on the night she planned to give him everything, she discovered a betrayal so cruel it left her with nowhere to run. Then Troy handed her over. Not to another man. To the Mad Lycan King. A ruler feared by every wolf who knows his name. A monster locked away behind palace walls. A man whose chambers have become a graveyard for every woman sent to him. And now Kathleen is next, but she knows nothing about the King. She doesn’t know why he needs a surrogate. She doesn’t know why every woman before her died. All she knows is that once those palace doo

Chairman Hao, catching their gaze, offers a chilling grin, a silent acknowledgment of their failed attempt. Meanwhile, oblivious to the jubilation around her, the young heiress anxiously awaits her grandfather's announcement regarding his health. His conspicuous silence confirmed her suspicion that he is concealing the truth about his deteriorating condition. She hopes, he would confront Cynthia about the insidious poisoning, but her instincts tell her that her grandpa has other plans, perhaps more cunning ones. The lunch engagement cum family reunion extends until evening. Sarah couldn't help but feel a growing uneasiness in the midst of the lavish small party. She glances at her watch disc

'We must check our Luna, she is not safe here even if the Alpha believe she is' Knox states, he was always the straight thinker The sight of a sleeping Rory helps ease my mind and calm my nerves, even Kane's roaring snores from on the sofa brings me some comfort. This seems like the perfect time to sit out on the balcony and flick through the book Elder Micha gave me. It was a hand written book filled with scraps and notes, most of it was in such poor handwriting that I struggled deciphering many of the words but from what I could make out, this book or more journal, had belonged to our late Luna's ancestors.

A little leak, a single picture, and the right headline: Heiress Returns to Wreak Havoc: Luther Empire in Jeopardy Again? Meanwhile, Elizabeth sent for a staff member to retrieve the security footage from earlier that morning. She wasn’t afraid of Katherine. She was afraid of what Katherine represented. A reckoning. A ghost that refused to stay buried. But Elizabeth had built her kingdom carefully over the years. Brick by brick. Lie by lie. And she wasn’t going to let some broken girl with a wounded heart tear it all down. She'll rather go down instead. No. Katherine would fall. And this time, she would not rise again. She'll make sure of it.

" I don't want to face him at all. I don't know how I'm going to smile through this evening, listening to him sing praises of my mother like he didn't kill her in cold blood.” Gone at the days when I'll do anything for his attention, anything just so he'd look at me the way he looked at Clara. The days when I'll spend weeks in advance begging him to attend my school event just for him to ditch me like I don't matter. Mexico shaped me and now I'm going to make everyone who crossed me pay. In thirty minutes we arrive at the Ashford Mansion. Damien steps down and offers me his hand. As we step into the large ballroom of the compound, vivid memories of how I was disgraced here come back to me.

They didn’t answer. Just grabbed my arms and yanked me forward. “Where are you taking me?” Still silence. Then, as we reached the stairs leading to the inner sanctum of the packhouse, I heard it. “—was found under her bed,” someone shouted. “How could she—?!” Elder Mira’s voice cracked like thunder. “This cannot be coincidence. The Moon Goddess’s staff was stolen! The ritual broken! And this morning—conveniently—it is discovered hidden in the prisoner’s quarters?”

It was the Brooks family’s 25th anniversary. The house was full of guests. Music played softly, people laughed, and waiters moved through the room with trays. Nina sat at the corner of the ballroom, her glass of wine untouched, her eyes flicking toward the entrance every few seconds. Tonight wasn’t just any celebration—it was her chance to finally introduce Joseph Brown, heir to the prestigious Brown International Conglomerate, to her family. They had been dating for a year and tonight was the night she wanted to take a step ahead of Clara to meet the Brooks family’s other rule: whoever becomes heiress must also prove she can make a strong marriage into a respected family. She hoped Joseph w

"Where were we? Ah, that's right - you fellows were going to agree to deliver my fortune to me." Donovan fought down the growl that had risen in his throat. "And why is it you believe we know where this fortune is?" "Oh, please. Can we just drop this charade?" She batted her dark lashes. "We all know the story already. My fiancé left me all of his worldly possessions. And yet somehow before he died he forgot to inform me that he'd hidden the most valuable of those possessions all around the globe." She gave a little titter of a laugh. "Vinnie was absent-minded like that. Brilliant man, but often he'd forget the most important things." A shadow passed across her eyes - so briefly that Donovan