THE FORGOTTEN HEIR
Thrown out of the palace as a helpless child, Kayan knew nothing of his bloodline, nothing of the kingdom he was meant to inherit. Marked with the royal sign on his body an unmistakable birthright he lived nineteen years in obscurity, raised by a stranger who showed him kindness when his own family turned away.
But fate does not forget.
When Kayan returns to the palace, not as a prince but as a lowly cleaner, destiny begins to stir. A chance encounter with his grieving father reveals the truth: the boy once lost is the heir long sought after. The kingdom rejoices at his return, and his father’s heart finally heals. But beneath the celebration lies a darkness waiting to strike.
The Queen his stepmother, who cast him out years ago wears her smile like a mask while plotting his death. His mother, haunted by guilt for nearly two decades, vows to protect him at all costs. And amid the shadows of revenge, Kayan finds love in the most unlikely of places a fellow cleaner girl with a secret of her own.
Together, they must navigate the treacherous palace walls where betrayal hides behind silk curtains and loyalty is a dangerous gamble. As power shifts, old wounds reopen, and blood ties are tested, one question remains:
Can the forgotten heir survive the crown that was always his?
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Chapter: THE FLAME AND THE SHADOWThe storm raged as though the heavens themselves mourned the fate of Aramore.The Shadow Court’s black banners snapped in the wind below the walls, their legions swarming like ants, their masked leader riding at the front with an aura of unearthly dread. The rebels of Eastmarch marched beside them, their betrayal written in steel and fire.On the ramparts, Kayan tightened his grip on his sword. The hilt was slick with rain, yet it felt as though the weight of generations had settled in his palm. His heart thundered, not with fear, but with the certainty that destiny had led him to this very moment.Behind him, Selene placed a hand on his shoulder. “My son, whatever happens, know that your mother’s love shields you even where steel cannot.” Her eyes glistened, but her voice held no tremor.On his other side, Liora stood with her amulet glowing faintly at her chest, its golden light pulsing like a heartbeat. Her eyes met Kayan’s, and in them he found not fear, but a fierce, steady fire.
Last Updated: 2025-09-25
Chapter: THE SIEGE OF SHADOWSThe storm broke over Aramore before dawn.Rain lashed against the palace walls, drumming like war drums on the ramparts. Thunder cracked across the sky, and each flash of lightning revealed the sprawling city below the twisting streets, the rooftops gleaming with water, and in the far distance, the faint orange glow of fires.From his chamber balcony, Kayan watched the flames spread, his jaw tight, his hands clenched on the cold stone rail. The bells of the city tolled frantically. This was no accident of nature. The Shadow Court had begun its move.Behind him, Selene’s voice trembled. “It has begun.”Kayan turned. His mother stood pale and rigid, her hands gripping her cloak as though it alone kept her standing. Althea was with her, already dressed in leather armor, her hair tied back in a warrior’s knot.“Yes,” Kayan said. “It has begun.”The council chamber was chaos. Nobles shouted over one another, voices clashing like steel on steel. The maps of Aramore were spread across the ta
Last Updated: 2025-09-25
Chapter: A KINGDOM DIVIDEDThe bells of Eastmarch tolled low and mournful, their echoes drifting across the countryside. From the palace windows of Aramore, Kayan could hear them faintly, a ghostly lament carried by the morning wind. Lord Theon’s funeral procession had left at dawn, a line of carriages draped in black banners, a trail of ashes behind them.The nobles had departed with stiff faces and murmured prayers, but in their eyes, Kayan had seen something sharper than grief. Suspicion. Calculation.He stood in the council chamber now, the sunlight spilling across maps of the kingdom spread over a long oak table. The red wax seals marking border provinces seemed to bleed into the parchment.King Aldren leaned heavily on the table’s edge, his fingers gripping the wood as though to steady himself. His once commanding presence seemed dimmed these past weeks. The lines on his face deepened daily, his voice more often caught in bouts of coughing.“The provinces are restless,” Aldren rasped, gesturing toward the
Last Updated: 2025-09-24
Chapter: WHISPERS OF THE DEADThe palace of Aramore had seen centuries of blood, but the night Lord Theon was found murdered, the air itself seemed to sour. The corridors, once gilded with torchlight, felt like the throat of some great beast swallowing its prey. Guards doubled their patrols, their boots clanging on marble, while whispers ran like poison through the servant halls.Kayan stood over the body in Lord Theon’s chamber. The old noble lay sprawled across silken sheets, his once proud face pale and slack, eyes wide as if staring into the void. But it was his chest that stole the breath from the room.Carved into his flesh was a jagged, spiraling mark the sigil of the Shadow Court.Kayan’s fists clenched. He had seen that mark only once before, in the heat of battle when Mirantha’s assassins had revealed their allegiance. He thought it had died with her. Clearly, he was wrong.King Aldren entered, flanked by Queen Selene and two captains. His expression was grim, his jaw clenched tight as he surveyed the sc
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Chapter: THE WEIGHT OF A CROWNThe golden banners of Aramore still fluttered from the grand celebration of the lost prince’s return. The city below the palace thrummed with music, laughter, and the clinking of mugs in taverns as common folk toasted to the Flame of Kings restored. But within the high walls of the royal court, the echoes of joy had already begun to thin, replaced by whispers, doubts, and the slow sharpening of knives in shadows.Kayan stood on the palace balcony at dawn, the cool wind tugging at his cloak. From here, the entire city unfolded before him stone streets, domes glittering with morning dew, and beyond that, the vast green plains stretching into mist. It was beautiful, breathtaking, and yet, heavy.He had scrubbed these stones once, bent low with a broom, ignored by the same nobles who now bowed with forced smiles. He should have felt triumph. Instead, his chest ached with unease.Behind him, the door creaked open.“You should rest more, Kayan.”It was Liora. Her voice was gentle, but her e
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Chapter: THE CROWN OF ASHESThe palace of Aramore stood at the heart of the kingdom, its spires cutting into the sky like spears of defiance. But tonight, those spires were shrouded in smoke. Fire licked the horizon, and drums of war echoed from beyond the walls. The kingdom itself seemed to hold its breath, waiting for the end of a story written in blood.For nineteen years, Kayan had been the lost son, the boy cast out into the darkness. Now, he stood on the edge of destiny not only as heir, but as the thread upon which the fate of thousands hung. And he knew, deep down, that the night ahead would decide everything.The Calm Before the StormThe council chamber was silent except for the crackle of torches. King Aldren sat at the head of the long table, his crown heavy, his shoulders weary. Beside him, Queen Selene’s eyes reflected both hope and dread.Kayan stood before them, armor strapped to his chest, sword at his side. Liora hovered near him, refusing to be parted from him even in these final hours.“They
Last Updated: 2025-08-29
A LONER
Christian had always been different.
From the moment he could remember, he found peace not in crowded classrooms or noisy playgrounds, but in the quiet corners where no one noticed him. His classmates called him “weird,” teachers worried he was too withdrawn, and every attempt at friendship felt like an unbearable weight pressing against his chest. For Christian, solitude wasn’t a punishment it was his safe haven.
But growing up came with expectations. After graduation, the real world demanded interaction. His first job placed him in a bustling office, and the anxiety swallowed him whole. Shaking, suffocated, and unable to cope, he walked away from what others called “a dream career.”
Just when failure seemed like his only companion, fate stepped in through the most unexpected visitor his cousin. A surprise party, an introduction to a girl, and suddenly, Christian’s life began to shift. The girl didn’t laugh at his fears; instead, she held his trembling hand, taught him digital marketing, and showed him how the world could be navigated online without losing himself.
From the comfort of his solitude, Christian’s creativity flourished. What began as small online experiments turned into a groundbreaking app that captured the world’s attention. From a loner who once feared people, he transformed into a billionaire innovator admired by millions—yet still deeply in love with the quietness that shaped him.
“A Loner” is a moving story of fear, resilience, love, and the extraordinary power of embracing one’s uniqueness.
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Chapter: BUILDING MOMENTUMThe days had started blending together, each one indistinguishable from the next, except for the subtle ways my world was expanding. What had once felt impossible the thought of interacting with others, creating something of value online, even stepping out of the apartment was slowly becoming possible. Each morning, I approached my desk with a mixture of trepidation and anticipation, fingers poised over the keyboard, heart hammering, mind already cataloging every potential failure.But I had learned something crucial: fear didn’t have to stop me. Fear was there, always, but it no longer dictated my actions.Emily had suggested that I begin taking on small freelance projects. The first few were simple designing social media posts, editing copy, adjusting website layouts but the stakes felt enormous. This wasn’t practice anymore. This was real. Someone was paying me for my work. Someone else was relying on my skills to meet a goal.The first project arrived on a Tuesday morning. My emai
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Chapter: STEPPING INTO THE WORLDThe apartment felt quieter than usual that morning, though the silence was comforting rather than oppressive. After the chaos of Daniel’s surprise party, the world outside seemed both intimidating and inviting in equal measure. For the first time in a long time, I sat at my desk without trembling, staring at my laptop, wondering if I could finally take the next step.Emily had been patient, guiding me through small victories, coaxing me gently into situations that once would have sent me spiraling. Now, she was encouraging me to try something bigger: to use my time alone productively, to apply the lessons she’d been teaching me, and to build skills that could one day support a life where I didn’t have to face crowds or loud, chaotic rooms.I opened a blank document and stared at the cursor blinking at me. My fingers hovered above the keyboard, hesitant, uncertain. The thought of failure made my chest tighten. I had tried courses before, abandoned them when progress felt too slow, felt
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Chapter: THE SURPRISE PARTYThe morning had started like any other, though I had a gnawing feeling in my stomach that I couldn’t shake. Daniel had been unusually cheerful, practically bouncing around the apartment, humming a tune I didn’t recognize. Every time I tried to ask what he was up to, he gave me a sly grin and a vague, “You’ll see.”And somehow, even though I tried to ignore it, my anxiety prickled at the edges of my consciousness. You’ll see the words replayed in my head like a warning I couldn’t ignore.I had convinced myself it would be harmless. Just another visit. Perhaps Daniel had invited a few friends over. Maybe Emily would be there. That was enough. My pulse calmed slightly at the thought of her presence. I told myself, It will be okay if she’s around.But the reality was far worse than any scenario I could have imagined.It started when I heard the faint sound of music drifting from the living room. My chest tightened, a cold sweat forming at the base of my neck. The music wasn’t soft. It was
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Chapter: SMALL VICTORIESIt’s strange how the smallest things can feel like revolutions.For most people, sending a message online or opening the front door wouldn’t count as milestones. But for me, every little act outside my solitude carried the weight of a thousand battles.Emily seemed to understand that without me ever explaining it.It started with mornings.I’d always been a night owl not because I loved the quiet beauty of the night, though sometimes I did but because daylight carried expectations. The world felt awake and watching, and I hated being awake at the same time as everyone else. It made me feel exposed, judged, even if no one was looking.But Emily insisted that mornings were gentler than I believed.“Try coming out on the porch with me,” she suggested one Saturday, holding two mugs of tea. “Just ten minutes. No neighbors, no noise. Just us.”My chest tightened instantly at the idea. The porch meant the possibility of someone walking by, someone’s eyes catching mine. But she didn’t push sh
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Chapter: EMILY'S PATIENTThe morning after the party felt like a hangover, except I hadn’t touched a single drop of alcohol. My head was heavy, my chest tight, and shame clung to me like sweat after a bad dream.I woke up late, almost noon, because I’d been tossing and turning most of the night replaying every humiliating second. The moment I walked into the living room and froze. The way I couldn’t even string together a hello. The way I ran upstairs like a child and locked myself in.And then her voice Emily’s voice outside my door, soft and steady. I understand.The words had lodged themselves in my chest, glowing faintly even as the shame tried to smother them.I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the floor, willing the memory to fade. But it didn’t. It never did. My brain loved to torture me with replays.Downstairs, I heard clattering. Daniel was in the kitchen. He whistled like nothing had happened, like he hadn’t ambushed me with a living nightmare.I dragged myself up eventually, each step down th
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Chapter: THE COUSIN'S VISIT (TWO)I should have known something was off the next morning.Daniel woke up before me, which was unusual in itself. He was the kind of person who stayed up late, talking or scrolling through his phone, and then slept until noon. But when I came downstairs, rubbing sleep from my eyes, I found him already in the kitchen, humming while making pancakes.“Morning, cousin,” he said brightly. “Hungry?”I blinked, surprised. “Uh… yeah. I guess.”He slid a plate in front of me, golden pancakes stacked high. “Eat up. Big day ahead.”“Big day?” I frowned. “What do you mean?”He just grinned. “You’ll see.”The words immediately set off alarms in my head. I hated surprises. My whole body tightened at the idea of not knowing what was coming. But I didn’t press him further, partly because I was too tired, partly because I knew Daniel well enough to understand he’d never tell me outright.After breakfast, he disappeared for most of the day. He said something vague about running errands, and I didn’t ask q
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