The Heir Book Pdf Novels & Stories

“Only the child of the royal family of the sunken kingdom could be the next heir, but they are dead. Even their people are nowhere to be found.” “Then, what would happen to the book?” “The book only lists what happened, and only shows what will happen to the heir.” It was an assurance that the book won’t be used badly, but also it’s still dangerous, for it will write down everything that is happening around the world. Every existence. “After they died, history was forcefully changed. The deaths of people who had suffered were changed, and I could only sit by and wait for the heir to appear and take the book back from the traitor.”

The long binders stayed untouched on the other side of the desk, quietly and patiently waiting for the big boss to pick them up. Long, tense minutes of total silence left me clenching my teeth together. Keeping my breathing steady while forcing my restless leg to stay still required effort and patience. If only I could, by now I'd be storming out of this building without a single word. Fuck this. I had no plans to be an errand boy for my father for another year, much less be some psychotic Italian heir's bitch, just so I could prove to the entire Falco clan that I wasn't as useless as they all thought.

she whispered, touching the spine of a worn book she recognized from her own childhood. "I had Marcus track down the editions your mother used to read to you and Hogan," Darius said, standing in the doorway, his silhouette imposing yet strangely still. "If this child is going to be a Hedalgo, they will have the best of everything. But I don't want them to forget where half of their blood comes from." Hezekiah turned toward him, her eyes shimmering. For the first time, she didn't see the cold heir or the man who had forced her into his mansion.

“Holy shit, Lyriana. You’re pregnant with the heir to both thrones. This is more than a scandal. This is a looming war waiting to happen.” I held intensely unto the edges of the windowsill. “I am aware.” “So what do you want to do?” she asked. “I am confused,” I said with a heavy hear. “Well… you better figure it out before someone else does.” She said as I hung up the call. My breath caught in my throat as I reread the letter. Alaric. Here. In the same palace. This was the same man that ruined the world I had. He owns the child I am carrying. He is the heir to Ardonia’s kingdom. Our rival kingdom

Athena slightly bowed. A smug smile appeared on Diana’s face as she continued, “Good. But I must confess, in all my many years, I have never seen or heard of a wolfless, Alpha heir.” She mockingly laughed. “Well, all that has changed, Athena. As member of our family, I wanted to make it clear: your priority is to produce an heir. The sooner, the better. It's crucial for the pack's future and our legacy. Do you both understand?” She exchanged glances with both of them.

A repository of truths the current pack leadership probably wanted to be buried. Auren. My son's name came through my mind as my fingers moved over the title of a thick, navy-bound book that was labeled, "Phenomena in Half-Blood Heirs." I knew that I had found something large. I did not even hesitate as I pulled it off the shelf, sending a cloud of dust that circulated in the air that made me sneeze. I opened the book to have a knowledge of what was inside. The script was ancient, the letters were formed in a way that made them so hard to read at first, but I adjusted my eyes.

“I won’t beat around the bush. You must be a very busy man, especially these days.” I wasn’t actually. This was the first time since the funeral I’d even left my apartment. “Thanks. I’d appreciate if we could make this quick.” “Certainly.” Gracefully sweeping his hand toward his visitor’s chair, he sank down into his own and started unraveling a leather strap around a leather-bound folder. The guy definitely had a thing for leather. “As you know, you’re your dad’s only heir.” “Yes.” Well, at least there were no illegitimate children I was going to have deal with on top of everything else.

“He used to talk about you like you were magic. Said he was waiting to find you. That he'd seen your face in dreams. He worked with Selena. They planned to get you out together. He said… You were everything.” My throat closed.= I flipped the book open. Page after page, filled with my face—sketches, charcoal outlines, water-stained smears. My hair, my mouth, my eyes. One word kept repeating under every drawing in a childlike scrawl: The Heir. Heir of what? I turned more pages, the English shaky and broken. Ancient symbols and names I didn’t recognize. A bloodline. A clan. Kitusiko. Another page. A rough sketch of a birthmark.

Because I knew what the bond had done to my father during his first months with Mom. I knew how much fear could distort things, and I did not want to become a presence Harper had to learn to tolerate. “Continue,” I said. She looked at me, and her breathing changed. Human attraction was much less subtle than humans believed. My wolf stretched in satisfaction. Shut up, I told my beast Korgan. Harper continued. “The Heirs use independent cells. My uncle coordinates money, rhetoric, and recruitment, but the real strategy came from someone they knew as Master Ash.”

I have always been a stickler for the rules. In elementary school, our class holds an election for class president. The teacher ignores the vote and appoints the principal's son instead. I follow the school's rule that whoever receives the majority vote should win, gather all 42 students, and take the election straight to the principal's office to redo the vote. When I grow up and start working, my boss hands me a thousand-dollar expense receipt and orders me to file a ten-thousand-dollar reimbursement claim. I refuse, as it violates company policy. The manager laughs. "Here, whatever the boss says goes. Learn to bend when you can, or the company may decide it needs someone more obedien