An Heir Comes To Rise Novels & Stories

Of course, I didn’t mention the garage full of luxury vehicles from my father, my cousin Sabastien, and my own car that I now drive. Also, my last statement is true in all ramifications. Heather is a broke mouse when it comes to wealth comparison between us. Heather’s expression shifts to one of even deeper contempt. She clearly thinks I am a low–level wolf pretending to be wealthy, when in reality, I am simply being modest about my actual status as the White heiress. Thanks to the Moon goddess, Philip didn’t come out with us. All of this would have made him laugh so hard. “Let’s order, everyone pick what you like,” I suggest, smoothly changing the subject.

Aric had been asking questions for weeks, searching for answers beyond the stories. "Master," Aric asked, his voice clear, "what became of the child—the heir of Lucien and Cassia? Was he to be the ruler that would change the world, or was he just another legend?" The old man chuckled softly, his gaze softening with the years of wisdom he had accumulated. "Ah, yes, the heir. Their son, young Kaleb, grew strong—stronger than his parents could ever have imagined. But not in the way the world expected. You see, Kaleb was not born to rule by prophecy or divine right. No, he ruled because he chose to. And that, my dear boy, is the truest legacy of his parents."

"I've handed everything over, Mr. Alex. Also, a high payment to Mr. Brandon, but unfortunately, that mechanic has been buried for a while." Alef's body grew even more tense. "And one more thing." This time, Sebastian moved. He approached the girl who was under tight security. She looked down, visibly trembling in his hands. Sebastian felt like he wanted to hug her tightly to alleviate the fear she held. "The main heir of Group Azure."

Cassian asked, and he nodded with a smile. "You won't have to marry her or anything like that, just choose a woman who isn't materialistic and doesn't crave too much attention, as it could bring us significant problems in the future," he said, shrugging and taking the papers from his son's hands. "Why all of this?" Cassian asked, indignant with his father's attitude. "I want you to have an heir," he said, as if it were the easiest thing in the world.

he called as softly as he could and got their attention when he got closer. Dean was surprised to see him. But he can't hide his happiness. He misses him after a week of not seeing him. He misses Sean terribly. "Bun, you're here! When did you arrive? Why didn't you tell me?" he exclaims happily using his pet name for him for the first time since they made up. Employees that are present at the lobby stare at their boss in astonishment. But what got their attention more is Sean’s presence. Sean, the infamous heir of Chairman Stuart Williams. The eldest son of the Williams. The heir of the Empire Group of Companies. The lost prince.

I asked him. “You need to have a formal claiming ceremony when your first born is a daughter,” he explained. “Oh, yeah, about that … I won’t be claiming her as my heir,” I said. “Excuse me?” “You heard me Elder Michael, you might be an Elder but you’re far from deaf,” I said. “I will make a note then, that you still don’t have an heir,” he said. “Is this going to be a problem?” I asked him. “Not at all Sire, it’s just uncommon for a Sire to have a child and not claim it as his heir,” he said.

If he failed to become the heir, he would have to face a bleak future. The Ritter family and the Quigley family were different. The Ritter family emphasized on the strategy of "key cultivation". Once the heir was confirmed, those who weren't heirs would be left to their own devices, developing and fending for themselves. If it was more severe, those non-successors would have to suffer oppression and exploitation from the heir in the future. Keith didn't want to live under the roof of someone else. He didn't want to have to bow to Troy in the future, so he worked hard from a young age to be the heir.

“You don’t have to chase power when it walks its pregnant little feet back to your door.” My stomach clenched. Pregnant. Little feet. She paused, listening. “The heir is the key,” she said, softer now, intent sharpening. “The Lunaris heir resonance gives us leverage over wolves *and* over the Tribunal. Bloodline on our side means we stop playing by their rules and start writing new ones.” Lunaris heir resonance. Something cold threaded through my ribs, sharp and metallic, like my own blood recoiling from the idea. I curled my hands over my belly without thinking, fingers splaying protectively.

“You don’t get to decide for me.” He ignored my protest, “Now that I know one of my children is still alive, things have changed completely from here henceforth.” I stared at him. “What the hell do you mean?” “I have you as my heir.” The certainty in his voice made my skin crawl. “You’ll remain here. You’ll learn what it means to be part of this club. Eventually, you’ll take my place.” I shook my head. “Over my dead body.” He continued as though I hadn’t spoken. “And you’re carrying a child. My grandchild.”

, Evan called out. The burly man raised his head and looks at Evan. “Evan, this is her. The heir. She’s the one I have been looking for!”, he explained shortly. “We need not worry about the Ender’s plot because we have the heir here. With us! We can protect her and fulfill the wishes of the King and Queen a long time ago.” Evan seems to be thinking. He looks at me with an observant gaze – he took a step towards me and copied the same stance as what Hughes did a few minutes ago. “It is a pleasure to finally meet you.”