The Stolen Heir Book 2 Mga Nobela at Kwento

My voice was a rasping bark now. "He was stealing from the Pack." She stepped over the threshold, her bare feet silent on the debris. "He stole the heir. He stole the Silver-Oak’s future. Caleb was sent to correct that mistake. Weren't you, Caleb?" I looked at Caleb. He didn't look at me. He bowed his head, his massive, furred shoulders trembling. "I did what was required," Caleb muttered.

Her grandfather, Arthur Sterling did not like Alistair's ways. "You are right Dad " Avery said, her voice calm and strong like it was in the boardroom. She took a silver key from her fathers old watch case. The one she had taken from her pocket before leaving the penthouse. "Every great story needs a surprise.. You forgot that Grandfather did not leave the special vault to you. He left it to me." She put the key into a lock on the side of the book. A pitched sound came from the book cutting through the storm noise. The electronics on the truck behind Alistair started sparking. The red light on Alistair's detonator went out.

I couldn't see anything except a tiny light rising in the distance. It grew closer and brighter until I could make out its familiar golden features. "What is that?" I whispered. There was silence at first, before his voice eerily whooshed past my ear, travelling into the darkness. "It's the crest you stole from me." I whipped my eyes open and sprang out of bed.

Margaret sneered. "Get a grip, Felix. That Vivian girl was just some commoner trying to marry into money. Getting rid of her bastard child is nothing but a benefit to this family." "Bastard?" Felix shot up, his eyes bloodshot. "Mom, do you have any idea who you killed?" He stood, trembling with rage. "Vivian was carrying the one and only heir to the Blackwood family!" Margaret's wine glass froze mid-air.

Important things. I scanned the shelves again. Something was different. A book had been moved. The gap where it had been was still visible. I reached for it and pulled out a piece of parchment hidden between the pages. It was a warning. When the Queen of Blood awakens, the three heirs must return to where the blood began. I read it aloud. The room went silent. "The three heirs," Jax said slowly. "Who does that mean?" Salias looked at him. Then at Lucius. Then at me.

My gaze is fixed ahead and my steps echo with the steps I take. With my hands shoved into my pocket, I ignore the soft greetings of the maids as I pass them, my expression remaining never changing. I stride up the stairs and head to grandfather’s room and getting there, I am not surprised to see the loyal protege already there, dutifully attending to our grandfather lying on the bed. “Ah, Reign, you are finally here; I thought I wouldn't see you again till my funeral.”

There, he found the once-proud heir of the Rhett family weeping like a child. "El, I was wrong. I was so wrong. Can you please come home?" But there was nothing they could do now. They couldn't stop the future from unfolding, nor could they rewrite the past. From that moment onward, Eleanor Shaw was no longer a part of the Shaw family. At the same time, Ivor Rhett had lost the woman he cherished most. 30 years later, the research institute achieved a monumental breakthrough. I finally resurfaced in the world. "Dr. Shaw, be careful."

The moment between Stefan and her was making me uncomfortable, I don't why, but I think I might be jealous, but why would I, maybe it's one of her tricks. “You led us here, so we can find the lost book of prophecies,” Stefan added. “Lost? I wouldn't say that... More like— stolen,” “Who stole it?” Damon inquired. “I did,” she bragged. I was still discovering about Hell, so all if this is still new to me, all I could do was listen and learn, Everyone seems to have forgotten what happened five minutes ago, but I was still traumatized, I almost kill them. “Why?”

Hastily, she turned the book back to the front and clarified the author she just read and it was truly the same author that created the book ‘In the Gods Own Hands,’ the book she got from her birthday. And now, thinking about it, everything seemed clearer. “He gave me the book!” she said in realization. A scowl painted her face. She placed the book back on the table with a heavy force and tightly clenched her fist as another awareness dawned on her, “Damn you for toying with me again.” Oddly enough, a strong gush of wind opened the pages of the book on its own and the page stopped to where it showed a picture of the emerald necklace that used to be the Vhillana heirloom.

What's wrong with your stupid brain, huh? Anna tried to straighten out the situation even though she couldn't control her emotions. 'Tch, you're still denying it. Why? Do you think I can't do it huh? You know it so well that I'm the heir to the Lawson group. You can get all the wealth that I will have once you become mine. So, you just submit to me and don't need much resistance to become mine.' Anna could only continue to stare and look for where all of Liam's crazy thoughts were coming from. Until... 'So tell me, how much would I have to give you, so I have a fucking night with you tonight?'