The Heirs Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

Before Her Heir. Sienna’s breath caught. “Her Heir,” she whispered. Harvey’s face paled. “No. No, Sienna, you don’t understand. It’s not just about the bloodline. It’s what you’re meant to do with it. You’re not just the heir... you are the one who will either break the curse or become its next victim.” Sienna looked at the journal again, her heart racing. The final words echoed in her mind like a haunting refrain: Her Heir. Her destiny had just been laid bare before her, and she had no idea how to stop the storm that was about to break.

Heir. Fear moved through me then in a different shape than before. Not abstract. Not philosophical. Immediate. If Tobias Viremont still lived, then I was not some nameless stranger who might pass through the Outlands unnoticed. I was his offspring. His heir. The child my mother took from him and carried back across the barrier. A stolen claim. A missing bloodline. Something more dangerous than I had ever imagined myself becoming.

Because of what the connection whispered next. The Lost Heir has returned. The words echoed through every part of me. Lost Heir. Not Eighth Heir. Lost. Which meant... The Well Keeper had told me the Seven Heirs were one family. If there was a Lost Heir... Then someone hadn't been added to history. Someone had been erased from it. The hooded figure slowly lifted one hand. The sky above the throne darkened. The fracture across the heavens widened. And a voice, calm enough to chill the soul, carried across impossible distances.

Noah hesitated, then dropped into the chair, elbows on his knees. Merrick placed a thick manila folder on the desk between them. The kind you only saw in legal dramas and police thrillers. “Mr. Quinn,” he began, “you’ve been named the sole heir to Jasper Alaric Quinn’s estate.” Noah laughed. Not a little laugh — a full, disbelieving exhale. “Okay. Try again.” Merrick didn’t flinch. “It’s all here. In writing. Signed. Notarized. Witnessed.”

"You are the tax code." Lyra blinked, then turned to Grandpa. "So, what's the scam?" "No scam. No scheme. Just survival." He opened the ledger on the table, its golden pages humming with history. Family trees, assets, obligations. At the center her name, gilded and final. "You're the only heir," he said softly. "And with that title comes enemies. You know this, Lyra. You've hacked half of them already." She sat up fully now, a blanket still draped around her like royalty on a reluctant throne. Her eyes are cool blue, like moonlight on ice narrowed slightly.

"She was a key figure in the previous generation's succession struggle. Many of the potential heirs were interested in her." Summer was shocked. She understood what he was implying perfectly well. Heirs from the previous generation? That must be referring to the generation of James' and Keith's fathers. If Hailey, a foreigner, was a love interest amongst the heirs, she could only imagine how complicated everything must've been. She swallowed nervously before asking, "Were all of the heirs interested in Hailey Reyes?" "Basically, yes. All three of them—my father, Keith's father and Bradly's father—were pursuing her at the same time. All four of the major families were in chaos. A scandal brok

Compared to having his lover by his side, he would much rather have his company! [Such a pity for Harmonia. She was already dumped by Absalom. After she got together with a new sugar daddy, Hector dumped her too!] [Someone took her in, didn’t they? We just don’t know who bought Marshtown Studio yet. Do you girls have any news?] [Could it be the mysterious heir of the billion-dollar fortune? I heard that the heir has suddenly shown up and claimed it despite having been gone for nine whole years.] [The heir is actually an heiress who owns a Lamborghini! She wore sunglasses, a baseball cap, and a mask. She’s really mysterious!]

“We’re in our house, in our goddamn living room.” “In your house?” Her voice cracked like a whip. “In case you’ve forgotten, this isn’t yours anymore. None of this is. It belongs to her now. To Hailey Vale, the stripper heiress who just hosted a softcore orgy in our ancestral estate and made the cover of three tabloids.” She flung a rolled-up paper across the room. It slid to a stop in front of Marcus. “STRIPPING HEIRESS CLAIMS THE LACHLAN THRONE.

His hands were all over my butt, caressing and squeezing. "I know how much you hate Hailey. We can have her easily cornered and rendered helpless. Just say yes." At the mention of Hailey and his promise to help me deal with her, my ears perked and my interest piqued, especially when the flashback of how today had gone at the mall filled my mind. That bitch! "Do you know she's a heiress? Her family owns the Codza company." My voice was now coarse. Heavy with lust. "How do you think I was able to help Christian carry out the plan to get her inheritance from her six years before?" His tongue evoked a shuddering sigh from me as it slithered around my left ear.

This story contains mature themes, profanity, violence, sexual and some triggering content (descriptions of SA) not intended for young readers. ◆ Author's Notes ◆ This is Book II of the Secret Heirs Series. The storyline in this book takes place after the last chapter of my first vampire/crime/romance story originally written in 3rd person and published on another platform. This book is a standalone but if you want more context behind the main characters, I suggest you read "The Heir's Secret Obsession" (THSO) [the non-paranormal version, a rewrite] on this same profile.