An Heir Comes To Rise の小説・ストーリー

“I mean It, I want us to have a child, we built this kingdom together, now the kingdom has Value and worth something more that credits, now you are looking for a heir or heiress, yes, I can give you, we can work things out, you are man, and I'm woman, we can eventually produce our heir or heiress, not for a stranger to be your heiress when I'm able to give you heir” Rosalie said.while tears dripping down from her eyes,

'But he does know that you've made a will leaving everything to him, all the shares in the bank? David shook his head again. 'Snd after what you've just told me, I am having second thoughts. I need an Heir to carry on after me at the bank and you need a father for your baby. The child will have my blood in his veins afterall, it seems a perfect solution to both our problems, don't you agree? So, Sharon, will you marry me?' She almost thought for a moment that she hadn't heard him correctly and she didn't answer, just looked at him blankly.

There's no way he is a demon. " You are indeed my heir" Abigor announced, his voice was so loud that the people below heard him including Zain. Zain's wings pop out of his back, and he flies up to where they were, "You shouldn't make such a declaration, father... What about me?" All his life, he's been working so hard for this. To one day succeed his father's throne but now, all of a sudden, a guy from Earth pops out of nowhere and he is announced as the heir.

The priestess waited for him to recover, idly picking her nails, glancing at him once he stood, “Hear my words detok, for they come straight from the lips of the winter father” she started as the army took and knee, same with detok, “You detok, heir to both the winter and summer thrones has fallen short in the eyes of the rulers of both courts, particularly in my eyes for the thoughts of herandra matters little to me, you will have one chance to absolve yourself of this shame you have soiled me with. You will travel alone to the gates of artemon, there you will slay the prince and present his head to me as an act of apology, then and only then will I consider you my heir once again.”

he mutters. "My guts didn't lie to me. I knew everything was too much to be a coincidence. What I didn't understand is why you did not know me" he adds. King chooses that moment to wedge in between their legs and look up at them with his mouth open and his tails wagging ever so happily. Mr. Heart chuckles as he bends down to pat his head and then turns to face me. "Thank you so much Hunter for bringing her back to me and for keeping your hope alive when everyone's own had died" he says going teary again.

That was what I had been training since I could crawl. The relationship with him was just to get close to him and solve the damn mission. “What about the kiss?” A tiny voice in my head whispered to me. I suddenly stopped, trying to make out a reason for that, but I had no explanation for that. “Welcome young heir” the chorus voice of the servants and maid echoed throughout the mansion compound. I nodded in satisfaction, lifting my chin high up, to fit into the role and birthright of the heir of the Rufus family. The strongest, well to do family in the whole of Manchester city.

Next slide. Unified Heir Training Program “At age fourteen…” I continued, “…all heirs will spend their summers at the Asher estate.” Murmurs again. “They will learn the business.” “Understand operations.” “Build relationships across branches.” I paused. “No heir will grow up isolated.” That line hit. Hard. “No heir will grow up unaware.” Another. “And no heir will grow up unprepared.” Silence. Because they understood. What I was really saying. No more weak heirs.

He raised a hand to acknowledge the room and began walking forward, and I watched him, beaming. He stopped a few paces from the high table and turned to face the room fully. The hall quieted by degrees, the way it always did when he was about to speak. He drew a breath and his voice carried easily to every corner. “Let's rise and welcome..." He paused, his gaze sweeping the hall. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "My new heir." The applause erupted immediately. I blinked. Heir? The word circled uselessly in my head.

KARIN An heir. Not a child. Not our baby. An heir meant for the great Alpha Rowan Kincaid. Another symbol of power. Another possession meant to strengthen his name and bloodline. "Does he know?" The words barely made it past my lips. My throat felt tight, like even sound was dangerous.

I felt Maison's hand cover mine where it rested on my abdomen, his protective presence a constant comfort. "Then it is settled," Elder Pyraxis declared, performing one final elaborate gesture that left trails of darkness and fire briefly shimmering in the air. "The Heir of Obsidian will visit his ancestral territories at the solstice, accompanied by his human parents. There he will meet his blood kin and begin to understand the heritage that flows through his veins." "And learn about this guardian bond," Tuccus added, his gaze meeting mine with newfound purpose. "If Hope truly has chosen me for this role, I need to understand what it means."