The Stray Heiress Strikes Back Novels & Stories

Labelled as the 'Daughter of the Failed Knight', their family was stripped of their lands and wealth, and the once lady— Cataleia Evangelya Reiss, has now become nothing more than a maid. The Governor took notice upon her exotic beauty during her father's funeral, which was held by the Palace. Sir Reiss, despite loathed by the Mother Queen, was pardoned with respect by the young King of the Human Territory. But it wasn't very long that Cataleia learned how to snap. She had killed the Governor and brought calamity upon herself after she had done the deed. There was no more turning back. At this moment, she is now the enemy of Askavan.

Astrid’s POV The first rule of revenge was simple. Never show your enemy that you know they’re your enemy. That was the mistake I made in my previous life. I trusted blindly. I loved blindly. And I died blindly. But this time… I would watch. And the first person I needed to watch carefully was Miley. Morning sunlight streamed through the tall windows of my bedroom as I stared at my phone. Three missed calls. Five messages. All from Miley. Interesting.

The fabric hugged my body like it had been made for this moment. “Done Ma’am,” she said softly. Her words settled between us. I stared back at the reflection before me, my fingers traced my jaw down to my chin. “Ava Johnson is gone truly,” I whispered, “now… I'm back as Ava Thorne.” “The Thorne heiress.” My hands steadied at the handle. For a second…I didn't move. Then I pushed the door open. Immediately I stepped into the room, voices thinned. Movements slowed, but I didn't. The corners of my lips lifted before I could stop it.

I turn back to the stack and begin flipping through the pages of the magazine, the images and words bleeding together—until one headline punches me in the gut: “Heiress Whore.” I freeze, ripping the page out and tossing it across the room like it’s toxic. Another headline: “Heiress was embezzling Funds from Her Own Company.” “What the hell is this?” I hiss, looking up at him. Chase shrugs, his mouth twitching into something between a wince and a smirk. “You wanted the truth. Keep going.” His voice is maddeningly calm. Like this isn’t my life unraveling in my hands.

She ignored the lady’s scorching gaze and walked out of the company. There wasn’t any cash with her, she had no money to go back home. Home? She didn’t even have anywhere to go. She didn’t want to go back to the same person who humiliated her, she was scared he might do worse if she went back to his house. “Miss Zara.” She turned back immediately she heard her name. To her surprise, she found Harry’s cousin there. She wanted to snap at him and ask why he was calling her name, but then she decided not to pass aggression on. “Hey.”

"You underestimate me, Rebecca. I have ways to make them believe me. I'll expose your lies about your pregnancy to the entire court!" Rebecca's face contorted with rage, her fists clenched at her sides. "You dare threaten me? You'll regret crossing me!" With a swift motion, Rebecca shoved the harem girl away, sending her stumbling backward. As the confrontation reached its boiling point, Rebecca's frustration reached its peak. With a fierce shove, she pushed the harem girl backward, catching her off guard. The harem girl stumbled, her balance lost, and with a sickening thud, she struck her head against the edge of a nearby table.

I just wish he’d drop the romantic shit, offering to ‘run away together’, claiming he wants to know me better, the real me, that no one else sees… I block it from my mind and stomp over to the stairwell in a clamor of heavy steps and slamming doors. It’s the opposite of caution, yeah, I know. Maybe I’m just feeling unhinged, a little fucking self-destructive, but I can already tell there ain’t no Striga still at rest here. They ain’t curled up in the ceiling corners of some other suite. That entire flock of Striga hightailed it out of here an hour before sunrise, returning to their master. They were definitely summoned, but was Christian their target, or did they come here hungry for flesh f

It's even more quiet than before. My—or should I say our—focus right now is at its peak. Greystone tries to land a hit on my side, but Kayleigh moves before I even register the danger, ducking under the swing and delivering a swift kick to her side. She stumbles. My legs rise, and I land a kick against her ribs. "Her moves are getting sloppy." I can hardly believe my eyes. Did I—we—just defeat Greystone and her wolf? "Don't get ahead of yourself," Kayleigh snaps.

Sienna's tone was full of remorse, one which Damien hadn't heard in so long. "Are you kidding me? I loved every second of it," Melissa beamed, a proud and sinister smile creeping to her face. "You should have seen the look on Gisela's face when I walked in wearing the same dress as hers and with the bag she gifted you. And at the reception, she looked like she was seconds away from ripping your head off! That was freaking amazing," Melissa yapped. Sienna stared at her in bewilderment, wondering where the sudden burst of happiness had emerged from. She turned to Damien who shrugged and smiled. Back at the fortress, Sienna bid farewell to Melissa with yet another word of thanks. As soon as she

The strays had underestimated her, and now, they were paying the price. The night was filled with the sounds of retreat, the strays fleeing, their hearts filled with fear, their spirits shattered. They had come to take the pack, but they had found something far more powerful, far more dangerous. And as they disappeared into the darkness, they knew that they would never forget the power they had witnessed—the power of Marrylen's transformation. THE STRAYS' POV - BACK IN THEIR LAIR