Romans & histoires The Heir Of Caladan

He said, “What if I don’t want to cancel my date with Miss Larson?” Calw’s face darkened as his brows twitched. His blue eyes reflected a biting chill as he said to Philip coldly, “My friend, you may not know who I am. My name is Calw and I come from one of the most powerful halls in the 12 Sacred Halls of the West, the Hall of the Underworld. I’m one of the seven great envoys under Lord Hades! As long as I want to, all the rich families and powerful enterprises present here can vanish into nothing in an instant.” After that, the atmosphere in the whole hall gradually cooled down.

“Front page of three entertainment sites. Two business blogs. And one political rag that should absolutely know better.” Zara sent the link. Alicia didn’t open it right away. She already knew what it would be. When she did, the photo stared back at her. Alex’s hand at her waist. Her head tilted toward him. The dance floor lights blurred just enough to make it intimate and undeniable. HEIR TO THE GEORGE EMPIRE REKINDLES ROMANCE WITH FORMER FLAME — SOURCES CONFIRM A CHILD IS INVOLVED Her stomach dropped. “They’re speculating,” Zara continued. “Nothing confirmed. But they’re circling.”

The notary's finger hovered above the keyboard for a moment. "Mrs. Fuzio." He adjusted his glasses, not daring to look straight at me. "The heir next in line needs to be present to confirm his intentions." I was confused. Christian Fuzio was an only child. His parents passed away ten years ago. We were married for 20 years with no children. "What did you say?" Before the notary could reply, the doors opened. When the boy walked in, I didn't even react. That was, until I saw his face.

Isabella sat across from him, Lucas and Lily asleep in their rooms. "We have to go," he said. "Will reading is mandatory. If we don't attend, we forfeit our inheritance." "I don't care about the inheritance." "I do." He met her eyes. "Not for me. For Lucas. For Lily. For the future we're trying to build." Isabella nodded slowly. "Then we go." "California." His voice dropped. "The city where Damien lives." "I know." "Are you ready to see him?" "I don't know." She took his hand. "But I'm willing to try."

"Kaelen doesn't want me to feel wronged, so he's decided to hold a Grand Naming Ceremony for our son tomorrow. It's a historic event, I know, and as the former mate, you should come and give the heir your blessing, right?" A Mating Ceremony? My head snapped up to look at Kaelen. In our pack, standing at the altar to name the heir was a sacred rite reserved only for the Alpha and his true Luna. By doing this with her, he wasn't just acknowledging the child; he was publicly declaring to the Moon Goddess that she was his partner in life and legacy. Then what was our bond? My stare seemed to make him uneasy. He squared his shoulders defensively.

Theodor, a 29-year-old man, is the first grandson of Gilbert Jansen Burg, the owner of Burg Corporation, and has been named the company's heir. That doesn't necessarily make Theodor big-headed or dependent on his family. Theodor felt he was carrying a Very Heavy mandate, so he always wanted to feel perfect at every opportunity. Theodor was such a genius that his grandfather felt. He had made no mistake in choosing the heir to his fortune. "My grandson, you're finally home. How was the company today?" "Yes, as usual. Very busy." Theodor said. "Good, good. You're a child genius." Gilbert complimented.

When he came, Calhoun could see that the man was older than him. "Hello, my name is George. You must be Calhoun -" "I'm the Alpha heir, don't address me by my direct name, you haven't earned that." Calhoun spat rudely. "George." George smiled weirdly. "Excuse me, what then do I address you as?" "Hm." Calhoun hummed. "Simple. Call me lord heir." "Lord heir? That doesn't make any sense-" "Last I checked miser, I am the one who gives the orders. I'm sure you must have also heard who is supposed to be on the throne and why."

His low tone spewed danger. His eyes then darted to his son Cumac, whose hand was pressed to his cheek. "You're the heir to my throne now, and you're obligated to stay away from the enemy." He stood upright and straightened his shoulders, before his arms pointed toward Calantha. "She is the enemy. She is human" The hallway filled with loud gasps from the little sisters as their eyes went to Calantha. "Sister…" they both chorused. Calantha looked down in shame and a tear dropped from her eyes.

“She wants you to defend your mother before you understand the truth, because anger will keep you from asking who benefits.” He was right. I hated that he was right because my heart wanted to run toward my sister and my wolf wanted to bare teeth. Bardolph looked at Otsana Blackmoon, then at Ashina, and something seemed to connect inside his face. “Adolphus did not only need Daciana’s blood,” he said. “He kept a second heir hidden so he could challenge whichever crown did not obey him.” The lost heir smiled slowly, and the ruins seemed to grow darker around that smile.

“Oh, come on. You give up so quickly. I thought you might be stronger than that. After all, fourteen years of obsession over me can't just die out like that, can it?” She clasps her diary tightly against her chest, looking down. “Please leave me alone.” He lifts an eyebrow. “Are you going to cry?” “I just… can't deal with you right now.” He tilts his head again. “Hang in there, sis. You got this.” He mocks. “And oh, I forgot to mention. The treaty specifically stipulates that I'm forbidden to have any family. At all. So, Calian is probably going to come for you now. Right now, they think you are my sister. My blood. That makes you an heir that isn't supposed to exist.”