The Heir's Bride

A crown prince A kingdom in distress A girl with her dreams A happening from the past A destiny woven by Fate And the trouble of love. Luke was unaware of his heritage, thus he was surprised to hear that he is the crown prince! What happens when the King decided that it is time for him to marry and that he shall do it in a month? Will he be able to proceed after failing for a couple of times. He has to find a bride soon or he will be stripped out of his title and be casted out. Neola has a crush on Luke but after he went off, her feelings remain static and she couldn't help but miss him. What if they ended up meeting after five years? Will things finally continue to where they left it? or will they remain strangers, alone in the world, and hoping for the love that may never came. And what if there is a catch? What if Luke isn't the only one who can bear the throne and rule the kingdom? What if there is a past, unknown, weaven before them? © s a f i e

Chapters

Chapter 1

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PROLOGUE

The usual hustle and bustle inside the castle was barely audible. All maids and guards left worried because of the feeble condition of their king.

Suddenly, a guard, taller than the rest of the men guarding the gates and the halls, marched inside the door that was left open at the end of the hall.

The old man who was lying on a four poster bed, pale and sickly, continue to stare up the ceiling as he reminisce the past

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"My son, you ought to know better. You have to stay! The people need you..."

"Mother I can't." The blonde young version of the king stared at the queen, his green eyes shining. "The world is waiting for me to explore; its oceans roaring for me to sail over them, its abundant lands waiting to be claimed. I can't just live like this!"

"Jacob, you shan't speak to your mother on that manner." The king exclaimed, marching inside the door to his son's bedroom.

"Father," Jacob bowed his head down as he acknowledge the king.

"What is the meaning of this, Jacob?" The king asked in a low but menacing voice.

"Jason..." the king held up his hand and that silence the queen. "You know that I do not want to repeat myself, son."

A few moments passed and still, Jacob hadn't replied his father. Instead, he picked up few of his favorite books and clothes from his bed and throw them inside his luggage.

"Jacob, I am talking to you." Suddenly the king was up on his feet and was holding his son by the collar on his shirt

"Jason!"

Jacob just glared at his father, his eyes full of despair and hatred. Slowly, he opened his mouth and said, "I am going away. I couldn't bear to live like this anymore..."

The king let go of his collar and screamed. The sound startled the guards and the maids from the halls but they wouldn't dare to stick their nose into royal business.

"You are going away? You think, it is that simple?" This made Jacob to stare at his father. "Who would rule the people? Who would inherit the kingdom when I die? Who would continue the legacy that has been passed on for so many generations? Do you not understand the meaning of all of this? Everything will go to waste."

The words of the king shocked him but he won't change his mind. He is determine to escape this hellhole no matter what.

He remain silent, watching as his father took deep breaths and speak again, his voice steadier, "You will not leave. I won't let you continue this madness of yours." He stated, making Jacob pale as he tried to catch up from the king's departing voice.

The king was already out of the door before Jacob realise that he was going to be locked up inside his room.

"JASON!" His mother cried but Jacob knew that she won't be able to change the king's decision. Instead, he leaned his head on the door and pound his hands on it.

"Father...no, please. Let me go."

"Jason, he is our only son. Just let him be, I am sure that once his thirst for exploration has been quenched, you will have your heir back."

"No, Monica. He is too much. We gave him everything and this is what he do in return? I just want him to have a better life."

"Father, please." Jacob's voice is barely audible as his father spoke yet again.

"He would marry Genevieve and continue this legacy. I will have my men secure the gates and the halls. Including the ports." And with that the king marched off, leaving his wife wailing in front of his son's door and hearing that agonizing voice of his one and only boy.

"Papa!"

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"My king," Argus voice startled him as he drifted back into the present. One could clearly see the nervousness as the guard slightly tremble under the King's gaze.

The old man did not acknowledge the guard with words, nor ask him about what could be the news he would tell him. One look from his royal guard means everything and that everything is a news about the past. Something about his heir.

The king nodded making Argus take a deep breath and speak, "We found him"

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Hey there! A little cliffhanger for my next chap :)

So where were we from the last two decades? Lol. I mean for the last 24 hours? Hello there, folks, you still awake?

Tell me about this prologue :) luv ya ;)

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I stood in the grand hall of the Moonveil Pack house, my heart hammering against my ribs as whispers rippled through the crowd. The air felt thick, pressing against my skin like a physical weight. Every pair of eyes in the room was fixed on me—on us—watching, waiting, hungry for drama. My hands smoothed over my sleeves, a nervous habit I'd developed as a child, one I couldn't shake even now. Finnley stood tall at the center of the hall, his Alpha aura radiating power that made the pack members nearest him instinctively lower their gazes. But I didn't look away. I couldn't. Not when he was about to speak words that would change everything. 'I've called you all here today,' Finnley's voice carried effortlessly across the hall, 'to address a matter that affects the future of our pack.' My throat tightened. I knew what was coming, had felt it building like a storm for weeks, but knowing didn't make it easier to bear.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

9.6

BETROTHED TO THE DEMON KING

9.6

~ Ducan: Demon King ~ My kingdom teeters on the edge of ruin, my race standing at the brink of extinction. The throne of Hell itself trembles beneath me, its power slipping from my grasp. Only one salvation remains- A maiden blessed by the gods, born once in a century. Pure. Untouched. Marked by fate to bear the seed of a king. To reclaim my strength and bind the realms of Hell to my will, I must claim her. She will become mine-whether she surrenders in devotion or resists with every breath. Her body will cradle my power. Her womb will secure my throne. And once my eyes have chosen her... there is no escape.

Fantasy Horror

9.3

Catching Genesis

9.3

When the future Alpha, a major player rejected her for Queen B, Genesis and her two best friends came up with a plan to give the arrogant future alpha the taste of his own medicine. What happens when your plan works too well? What happens when you attract not only the arrogant alpha but also a powerful creature that won't take no for an answer? "Now my sunshine, we're all alone," he utters with some satisfaction. His hair is mussed up sexily. His skin is a bit flushed from all the running he just did. Oh, goddess, he's still the sexiest man I've ever laid my eyes on. "What are you planning to do to me?" I ask him warily. His eyes rake up and down my body as if he can see through my clothing. "What do you think I would do to you, sunshine?" he sounds amused, almost indulgent. His lips curl up into a feral smile. His silver-gray eyes flashed with anger and hunger and desperation. It sets my pulse racing. He's not really amused. I can tell. "Maybe I'm tired of waiting. Maybe I'm tired of chasing after you. Maybe it's time for me to catch you, Genesis." The last ten chapters of this book are not available here due to copyright reasons.

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8.3

I Fought My Alpha to Break Our False Mate Bond

8.3

I smelled her before I saw her. Vanilla and something sharper—expensive perfume, the kind that clings to fabric and announces its wearer before they enter a room. It hit me the second I pushed open the door to the Alpha suite, my duffel bag still slung over one shoulder, exhaustion pulling at every muscle after a week of alliance runs with Silverfang. I stopped in the doorway. Emmett stood in the center of our—his—bedroom, a towel in his hands, his posture relaxed in a way I had not seen in five years of living beside him. Elena Salazar sat on the edge of the bed, her hair damp and darkening the collar of the shirt she wore. His shirt. Not mine. His. The oversized dress shirt hung loose on her frame, sleeves rolled to her elbows, hem skimming mid-thigh.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

9.2

My Alpha Took My Blood to Heal His Mistress

9.2

The sound of tires on gravel jerked me from my afternoon rest. Through the window, I watched a sleek black SUV pull up to the pack house, my heart sinking with each passing second. Jonathan was home. I smoothed down my simple dress and checked my reflection in the mirror. Ten years as Luna of the Blood Moon Pack, and still my hands trembled when he returned. Not from excitement—from dread. "Luna Elodie!" Our Beta's voice echoed through the hall. "Alpha Jonathan requests your presence at the main entrance immediately." Requests. As if it were a polite invitation rather than a command. I grabbed my cane, wincing as my damaged leg protested.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

7.2

Reborn, I Rejected My Mate

7.2

Samantha, a she-wolf, is deeply entangled with Damien, her mate, despite his coldness and obsession with her cousin Chloe. After enduring betrayal, a faked kidnapping, and even death at the hands of enforcers, she's granted a 15-day reprieve to resolve her tangled fate. Reborn, she tries to break free, but Damien, consumed by possessiveness, refuses to let her go. He clings to their bond, even as she finds solace in Silas, a wolf from her past. Through heartache-family rejection, Damien's manipulation, and Chloe's eventual imprisonment-Samantha confronts her past. In the end, she escapes Damien's clutches, rejects his toxic love, and embraces a new life with Silas, finally breaking free from the chains of her painful history.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

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