Who Is The Heir Of Gryffindor Novels & Stories

She wanted to tell the world that she hadn't just taken my man, she had taken over my entire life. Including my shadow. But I just found it comical. Like watching a monkey in a silk dress aping elegance. It wasn't until the last video played that my finger, scrolling across the screen, paused slightly. It was a grand family baptism ceremony. Under the watchful eyes of the Don and several elders, Nico's face was stiff, a flicker of regret and anger in his eyes. But he still opened a velvet box. Inside was a massive ruby ring—the heirloom of the Moretti family's matriarchs.

He asked for a puzzle. Rose chuckled. “Son, you are so naive, things can change at any moment. Look at Miranda for example she was once crowned as the heiress of the Golden wolf pack but look what happened when you came. You became the heir instead.

"But I'd like you to be part of her life. If you want." Sebastian stared at him for a long moment. Then he took his hand. "I want to." The family gathered that evening in the living room. Isabella stood at the front, Genevieve beside her, the weight of another revelation pressing down on her shoulders. "Aurora is Sebastian's daughter," she said. "Genevieve kept the truth hidden for years." The room erupted in chaos. Ruth stood, her face pale. "Aurora is a Thorn?" "She's a Thorn." Isabella met her eyes. "And she's going to be part of this family."

I was stronger, but fighting a whole army of werewolves wasn't going to be a winning battle. “You are right, Ann,” Stella moved closer, circling around me as she snapped her fingers. “I have a son…” she paused. “But your elders and the people are a little hesitant on having true blood as the heir of the Bond moon pack.” She glared at me and continued. “We both know my son isn't true blood, he's barely a half blood of this pack so they won't let him rule,” I gasped aloud in realization as I covered my mouth. Everything now made sense to me. My son was the true blood of my pack. That's why they needed him.

“You’re really not holding back, huh?” “I told you, baby,” he said, reaching for my hand across the table. “I protect what’s mine.” Zayne sipped his drink, grinning. “Tell her the rest.” Cyril looked over at him, then back at me. “I plan to name Zayne the heir eventually… if he wants it.” My jaw dropped. “Are you serious? That’s good news.” Then I turned to Zayne. “How exciting, huh?”

When the door slid open, Adrian’s composure cracked for the first time. Inside the vault: A long table. A chessboard mid‑game. A leather notebook with “Drayke” carved into the spine. Encrypted drives in glass cases. And one old metal safe. Adrian stepped toward the safe like a man approaching a gravestone. “He kept everything here,” Adrian whispered. “All his succession tools. All his backups.” Elias crossed his arms. “Show us the phantom key.” Adrian reached into the inside pocket of his coat and pulled out a small drive…silver, cold, embossed with Drayke’s crest.

It was Eleanor Blackwood's last will and testament, and the named heir was not Damien. It was me!

Owen, who I had left with them to come and speak with her, shakes his head. I sigh and nod before walking out. He gives me a reassuring nod. “Maybe give a little time. She must be confused right now.” He says when we get to the car. I grumble an incoherent reply. Not in the best of moods. I didn't have much expectations for today, but I at least hoped I would be able to talk to her. We may not have planned this but that child is going to be my heir. She doesn’t know, but it is important to me that she keeps it.

"You have the courage to say that to me. Why? Because you have a rich boyfriend now that can be proud of, right? Also, for your information, it's really mine, none of you because you two are just a simp in this family! The business belongs to my mother." "Stop it!" Fred hit the table hard which shocked everyone and Ethan as well. "Chloe, you go upstairs. Go to your room first." Fred ordered his youngest daughter. "Mommy, Sister Mildred, Sister Lia. Please, it's okay. I didn't know that you would be angry with what I said. Daddy, I'm so sorry, I've ruined your birthday celebration." The girl sobbed. He thought that she was the cause of all the trouble.

Daisy's POV Where the hell is that jerk? Not that I care but I can't turn in my ticket to Mr. Fiddles without my partner. I snort, Fiddles, what kind of name is that? I am not really surprised that Hunter showed up late, in fact, I wish he gets left behind but that's not possible because of three reasons. 1. His dad is one of the partners of the school. 2. His family owns this airport 3. Both the students and teachers of Gale high school adore him and his troop of friends because they are all rich as hell.