Heir Apparent Book Novels & Stories

Theodor, a 29-year-old man, is the first grandson of Gilbert Jansen Burg, the owner of Burg Corporation, and has been named the company's heir. That doesn't necessarily make Theodor big-headed or dependent on his family. Theodor felt he was carrying a Very Heavy mandate, so he always wanted to feel perfect at every opportunity. Theodor was such a genius that his grandfather felt. He had made no mistake in choosing the heir to his fortune. "My grandson, you're finally home. How was the company today?" "Yes, as usual. Very busy." Theodor said. "Good, good. You're a child genius." Gilbert complimented.

A girl I barely remembered from a yoga class once commented on one of my ancient I*******m posts with: “Wait. Is your son THE Wolfe heir?” I stood in Lucien’s penthouse kitchen in one of his oversized T-shirts, barefoot and completely overwhelmed. Leo, on the other hand, sat at the island with a banana pancake and a crown made of napkins he’d proudly taped together. Completely unbothered. “Mommy,” he said between bites, “what does ‘heir’ mean?” I blinked. “Where did you hear that?” “On TV.” He shrugged. “Some lady with a lot of makeup said I’m the Wolfe heir. Do I have to wear a crown now? Is it heavy?”

"There might… there might be one avenue. A loophole. An interpretation so archaic, so rarely considered, it’s practically forgotten." Damien’s head snapped up. "What loophole?" "The Heir Clause," Franklin said slowly, choosing his words with deliberate care, "specifies a 'direct, legitimate heir of the body born to the Principal Beneficiary or his lawful spouse.'" My breath hitched. "Born." The word was a physical blow. Damien flinched almost imperceptibly.

He cleared his throat and handed me over a book. I took it from him. It was big, seemed ancient, and covered with old golden lines in the shape of a spider. I held it and looked up at him. He frowned and faced me once more. “I want you to read that book, all of it, after I’m gone.’ I swallowed, looked at the book, and nodded. “You are the princess of the Mackenzie Clan, the realms. You must always know the rules and know your place. You will get married and be my heir.’

Maereth smiled. Not kindly. “Yes,” she murmured. “You’ll do just fine.” That was how the last heir of fang and claw was found. Not by love. Not by fate. But by someone who knew how to keep dangerous things alive until the world was ready to bleed for them.

He had landed himself in trouble! This was a disaster! Rachel’s next sentence made Chester even more flustered. “Philip Clarke is the heir to the main Clarke family. The one you kidnapped is the youngest princess of the main Clarke family.” Thump! In a flash, Chester staggered and almost lost his balance. How could this be…

The moment my mother in-law uttered that word, I coughed so hard and almost choked on the food I was eating. The Heir reveal is like a ritual that every legitimate son of the Seattle's must partake in to be legible for a part in the will of Mr Seattle. This was like a dream come true for Kai since he was the only one without a child amongst his brothers and to add to his joy, he's the first to have a male child.

"But baby, you never really told me why they are after you. I've let it go for many days but I want to know now." He knew this was going to happen. He inhaled deeply, exhaling the next second and he looks at her. "I'm the heir of the Corporal Group. Whenever someone succeeds in the title, some other family loves hunting the successor, sometimes just one of the family will attend. They hunt before, during, and in the next twenty-four hours. It's vital that they do it after the announced date of accession because if they do it before, it's just not a thing. "Since I am the heir, I am that fresh meat in a market full of rotten ones," he explained.

“I’m here!” He shouted something, but the room sealed it out. Only the sound of the timer remained. 00:02:04 She opened to the final page. There, in blood-red ink, was a simple sentence: “The heir isn’t the weapon. The weapon is the lie that created the heir.” Suddenly, the chamber lights dimmed. Another voice echoed overhead. Calm. Measured. Lucien. “If you want her back, Alex… you’ll have to decide. The girl or the truth.

As he scrambled to understand what had gone wrong, his mind played the associate’s words on a loop: You upset the heir of the Blackwood Empire, Julian Blackwood. His eyes snapped to the young man standing nearby. The bartender. The one who had been acting far too bold for someone in his position. Fear crept into Damon’s chest like ice spreading through his veins. He didn’t know the young man’s name, but something deep inside already suspected the truth. It all fits. The unbothered and arrogant attitude. The cryptic warning about the phone call. This was the one. He was the heir! Swallowing his pride, Damon forced himself to keep his voice humble. The arrogance and command he was known for wa