First Heir Novels & Stories

She was desperate. This matter will be discussed privately. No one is to speculate in the family chat. A reply came almost instantly from one of the senior branch elders. It ceased to be private when a false heir was introduced into the bloodline. Another elder added: Mooncrest must verify the report in person. Then the patriarch of one of the branch lines, who rarely spoke at all, sent the message that changed everything. Bring the physician who handled the original examination to the Vale estate tonight. This will be settled before witnesses.

She said, her voice barely a whisper, “I…I didn’t know you will be…” “It’s my event.” God, why did he sound so angry? “I’m giving the opening speech.” “Right. Yeah. I forgot. I mean I didn’t forget I just didn’t think…” “Mummy?” The kid peeked around her. Looking right at Alex with these huge dark eyes. “Who’s that?” Alex couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t do anything but stare at this little boy who had his nose and his chin and his exact same stubborn cowlick.

Her reflection in the window looked unrecognizable: soot‑stained, hair pinned back in functional defiance, eyes that hadn’t truly slept. “Welcome home,” Adrian said from across the aisle. “If home still applies.” She exhaled through half a smile. “Home is just geography before the first headline hits.” Luca powered up his portable rig, still drowsy from the sedatives but alert when screens cascaded awake. “Public feeds already spinning,” he said. “They’re calling you ‘the crowning heir returning with ashes.’ Poetic nonsense.” “Poetic is deadly before breakfast,” Adrian muttered, scanning the perimeter.

I have always been a stickler for the rules. In elementary school, our class holds an election for class president. The teacher ignores the vote and appoints the principal's son instead. I follow the school's rule that whoever receives the majority vote should win, gather all 42 students, and take the election straight to the principal's office to redo the vote. When I grow up and start working, my boss hands me a thousand-dollar expense receipt and orders me to file a ten-thousand-dollar reimbursement claim. I refuse, as it violates company policy. The manager laughs. "Here, whatever the boss says goes. Learn to bend when you can, or the company may decide it needs someone more obedien

The door opened, and my breath caught in my throat. It was Helen. Helen—my best friend. I stared in disbelief as she smiled warmly and let him inside. My legs felt like they might give out, but I forced myself to move closer. I crept toward the window, careful to stay out of sight. Inside, they were standing close, too close. Helen’s hands brushed against his chest, and then he pulled her into his arms. Their lips met in a kiss so passionate it made my stomach turn. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t look away.

“Holy shit, Lyriana. You’re pregnant with the heir to both thrones. This is more than a scandal. This is a looming war waiting to happen.” I held intensely unto the edges of the windowsill. “I am aware.” “So what do you want to do?” she asked. “I am confused,” I said with a heavy hear. “Well… you better figure it out before someone else does.” She said as I hung up the call. My breath caught in my throat as I reread the letter. Alaric. Here. In the same palace. This was the same man that ruined the world I had. He owns the child I am carrying. He is the heir to Ardonia’s kingdom. Our rival kingdom

Grandma asked "There's no even need for that. The first and last one are quite easy but the second one is going to be a bit difficult so if you can pass the other two stages and meet the exact requirement, you'll automatically become the heir or heiress. The person with the highest profit wins and it must be two companies" she added "So..... Who are we starting with? Since we have only one male here, starting with him won't be a bad idea. John Campbell, step forward with your ledgers" Grandma said and I heaved a sigh of relief

Sierra’s smirk deepened, as though she'd won a chess match that had only just begun. But Halverson wasn’t finished. “Further confirmed by hospital records and sealed birthing documentation now unsealed under court order, Sierra Montrose was born first. Legally, under the Montrose family charter, which prioritizes birth order for inheritance… Sierra is the primary heir.” The ground beneath Elena seemed to tilt.

Johnson as, and Raymond chuckle. "New Jersey, meet my first son. My true first son. Raymond Johnson. The current heir, and owner of the Johnson Empire. "Mr. Johnson says patting Raymond's back, and cameras begin to shutter while Christiana stands in shock. " What? "She questions in a low voice of disbelief.

House Silverclaw did not discriminate between men and women unlike House Star and House Thorn. In House Silverclaw, the first-born was the heir, while in House Star and House Thorn, it was the first-born son who was the heir. If House Star was like House Silverclaw, Sierra would be the heir. She would have rejected the position because she was never fond of such things, then I would be the heir. But it never happened.