The Stolen Heir Book 2 Novels & Stories

I managed to gasp. “You heard me perfectly,” Abigail continued as she pointed an accusatory finger directly at me. “That pendant is a precious family heirloom that belongs exclusively to the royal bloodline of the Oakshadow Pack. You stole it because you were consumed with jealousy that I possessed such a valuable and meaningful item while you had nothing.” “That’s completely and utterly false,” I protested, finding my voice despite my shock. “I’ve had that necklace since I was a baby. My mother found me wearing it when she adopted me—”

I managed to ask. “I saw the messages about a year ago,” she interrupted, “And just in case you were hoping I’d let it slide… I destroyed it. Every last sample. No heir. No chance. And the company? Well…” Her voice dropped to a low, “It will slip from your grasp, too.” I staggered back, trying to process her words. My carefully constructed plan, the only hope that I might have an heir, now shattered. “You… what? How…?”

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.

I swallowed, my throat suddenly dry. The silence in the compendium pressed harder now. It wasn’t the quiet of emptiness. It was the kind that listened. The kind that waited. My fingers hovered over the page again. *Breaking the Curse.* The words felt heavier this time. Because now I knew. It wasn’t just incomplete. It had been stolen. My pulse quickened at the thought. Someone had been here. Someone who knew exactly what this book held. Someone who knew exactly what to take. And more importantly—

“Alexei Demidov. Son of the stolen daughter.” *** Next book in the Universe of The Lycan’s Predestined: Marked by the Alpha Heir In this new story, we will follow Carla and Alexei, and discover that being Predestined means staying, even in the face of destruction. See you soon!

The only thing he was left with was the former location where the bandits had settled. But their camp was already deserted in the mid day, they must have left to continue their operations. As their camp was deserted, he searched every tent but he couldn't find any trace of Summer. He feared the worst already. If she was nowhere to be found it could only mean one thing, she must have been sold already. But, to whom? Who would want an ordinary handmaiden while they had every opportunity to take Astra, the daughter of General Wells who was a famous nobleman.

I asked in astonishment. "That gold was inherited by Grandpa from our ancestors, which was hidden from Alamid's knowledge because Alamid was greedy in power he wanted to surpass Grandpa.. but he could not surpass Grandpa until he got Grandpa's wealth which was yours he inherited everything! " "Why just me.. why don't you inherit," He smiled at me. "Grandpa has a superstition believed.. when a woman inherits the thing she keeps.. it won't disappear and it will grow over time. Because when a man is said the result is not good,"

Maybe. “Wait here, I have something for you.” I said and run to my car before sprinting back to her carrying the book I stole from her long ago. The book of dead. technically I stole it from Ravenna. Ravenna steal it from her. or maybe she lent it to her. who knows what. When it comes to Ravenna, I believe Hecate cares for her more than me.

Right? I straightened, my jaw setting. She thought this was over? She thought she could walk away from me, marry him, and just forget? No. No fucking way. I’d get her back. No matter what it takes. Even if I had to burn the whole world down to do it. I glanced back at the door which she had disappeared through. “Just you wait, Alexandra. I'll get you back.”

I went through books in romance section. I found my one and only favourite book, of all time called 'Stolen' by Lucy Christopher. She is an amazing writer. I have read the whole book more than 3 times and here i am reading it again. The book is more like thriller than romance but i love it anyways. I sat on the corner table and read the book. It felt amazing to read the book again. The girl gets kidnapped from an airport, the boy who kidnaps her, in this book is described as a hot guy.