The Lost Heir Novels & Stories

Gone before she could reach for it. She pressed her fingers against her sternum and said nothing. Knox watched her face with the patience of a man who had arranged something very carefully and was content to let it unfold at its own pace. When he spoke, he did not use many words. "The last time it responded," he said, "was fifteen years ago." His gold eyes moved from the crystal to her. "You're the lost Royal heir. And you're worth infinitely more than I imagined." He let that sit.

I looked at our family, broken, rebuilt, forged in blood and obsession, and smiled. The hidden heir had become the mother of legends. The Reaper had found his equal. And together, with our children, we would face whatever came next. The underworld would never be the same.

“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.

He hesitated and took a sip of his water. “I was blessed with a beautiful baby girl who I loved so much. Then a tragedy knocked on our door and I lost her 10 years ago but now I have her and she is dazzling. I am so proud of her and words can’t be enough to express how I feel.” Wesley’s heart started to beat faster. This was not a coincidence, Caroline was the lost heir to the Morgan Corporation and that was why things weren’t making sense to him in recently.

— I overheard a conversation between my father and the wizard Direl, in which the two talked about the possible existence of my uncle's heir and that the wizard Killian knows where to find him! — Killian? I hear his name a lot in rebel territory, but what exactly does he know? — Killian has released a prophecy that has frightened my father for years, it seems that it is something about my uncle Moriam's ring and that the heir would ascend to the throne through that ring, but my father and the wizard Direl don't know the whereabouts of the ring or the my cousin! — But this is incredible! I've always heard stories about the Lost Prince, that he might have survived, but his father made sure he

“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.

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!]

answered Blake, who kept his eyes straight, looking at the wall across where he stood. Then, at least look at her when saying those words. Alise was about to cry, and she didn’t want any of them to see her. Alise didn’t want them to think she was ungrateful and such. But none of them thought of her that way. They knew she was just lost. “Then what am I supposed to do now?” Her voice wavered. “To ensure your protection, we’ll announce that the family’s heir is back. These seven boys have been trained for years and dedicated their lives to you. You’ll be attending Prestigious Academy. There, you will learn various things.”

He asked, looking at me from head to toe and focusing on the neckline of my blouse, making me roll my eyes. I move closer to him, glaring at him. "I am the Montanari heiress, this chair is mine!" I speak a little lower, but firm and serious. "And I am your future husband and I would have to take over the company". Seriously spoken. "But don't worry, I can make you secretary. You'll be great to work with". Speaks mischievously, licking his lips as he looks down at my cleavage again. I roll my eyes and walk over to his side, controlling myself so I don't end up committing murder.

A successful endeavour prioritizes happiness over money. Finally, Caitronia Coleman is now signing off but will always hold a special place in your heart. The Lost Heiress of Coleman's Clan has now found...