Heir Drama Novels & Stories

“The De Morvens still want to be a part of our family. And now that Hayden's gone, you're next in line. You're the only son, and you have to form an alliance with them by marrying their daughter.” “No fucking way, Mom. I’m not Hayden. You’re not handing me off like some rag you’re tossing to a much older woman.” “Age is just a number,” Tara said. “Diana is only three years older. She’s the heir to the De Morven enterprises, and you are the sole heir of Dylan Corp and the Evercrest firms. If you want to succeed, you must marry Diana.” “Maybe I don’t wanna be the heir. You should take over the company yourself. Wait! I’ve got a better idea. Why don’t you fuck Dad and get pregnant with another

The people were emerging from the shadows, their eyes hollow, their hands reaching out toward us as if we were the only warmth left in a frozen world. But as we walked, I felt a sharp, cold spike in my mind—a new signature, one that hadn't been on the drive or in the vault. Signature Detected: The Heir. I looked at Dante, but he didn't see it. He was looking at the crowd, his eyes glowing with a territorial pride. I didn't tell him. I just tightened my grip on his hand, the secret burning in my blood like a slow-acting toxin. If the Heir has survived within Ivy’s own mind, is their Happily Ever After just a temporary truce before the final, internal war—and will Dante still love the Queen wh

“There is no Heir coming to save us, we are what we have! We are our own saviours. We fight for ourselves. There is no prophecy—” Her father pulled her aside, pushing her into the arms of one of his subordinates. The subordinate pulled her to a side where she finally cried. Tyrek wouldn't have allowed his daughter to talk for so long but he was shocked by this news that she had conveyed. The Heir was dead? That wasn't what the prophecy promised! His wife didn't die for something as weak as this! His eyes found the Priest who was on the floor, holding an injured hand. The light in his eyes had faded away.

answered Blake, who kept his eyes straight, looking at the wall across where he stood. Then, at least look at her when saying those words. Alise was about to cry, and she didn’t want any of them to see her. Alise didn’t want them to think she was ungrateful and such. But none of them thought of her that way. They knew she was just lost. “Then what am I supposed to do now?” Her voice wavered. “To ensure your protection, we’ll announce that the family’s heir is back. These seven boys have been trained for years and dedicated their lives to you. You’ll be attending Prestigious Academy. There, you will learn various things.”

He grab my arm as he cried out, "My boy! I'm so sorry. It's all my fault. I am a selfish man. A very, very selfish man. I should be the one to be blame. Not the accident or the storm. It's I who planted this problem." "What? What are you saying--I can't-" He look at me and sighed "About thirty five years ago, your father was the next heir to the throne. In accordance with the law, I forced him to marry a girl he doesn't want. Right before their wedding, he left. No note, nor trace. I've searched for him and return empty handed. He's a smart lad. You and him are very much alike..." He bowed his head and sigh. The lines on his face appear deeper than before. It almost made me pity him but know

“But why are they searching for me… I did nothing to them.” Ophelia paused, then said quietly, “You are the heir. You’re the Alpha of Nightshade.” The word hit harder than anything else. Is he an heir? He felt it… something curled in his chest. Something unfamiliar. His fingers twitched as he shook his head slightly.

“Only a qualified girl can be by your side-” “Believe me, she's more than qualified,” Liam grumbled. “Haley is the secret heiress of the DG Group. Is that what you wanted to hear? Are you satisfied?” However, the woman didn't look satisfied. She looked as if she'd lost her tongue. “That's the biggest joke of the century!” She scoffed. “How can this filthy girl with no background be an heiress-” “You can do your research.” Liam interrupted her. “And for the last time, Mum, leave Haley alone. I haven't changed my mind that I can choose her over you.”

"Technically we're splitting heirs at the moment since the child Rachel carries could be either the heir to House Wright or House Campbell. The ongoing argument is whose claim is stronger." "What does it matter whose heir she is? She's been stolen! Shouldn't the focus be on getting her back?" Wright demanded, punctuating every word with a snap of teeth too sharp to hide behind his lips. Oh, he was on the verge of a bloodlust himself, wasn't he? That could prove to be a very bad situation. "It matters because if the Campbells took her? They might be deemed the ones with the right to her." I shrugged even as Wright and his Beta went into a matching tirade about diplomatic insanity, child abduc

"So, the heir is a man, not a woman?" "And he's in a relationship with CEO Devon Dalton, no less." A tidal wave of diverse speculations crashed over the guests as they stared intently at the stage. There, Dr. Bienley Cullen was being tenderly embraced and kissed by CEO Bella Vanderpool. In return, he wrapped his arms around her slender waist with equal affection, their gestures speaking volumes. The simple yet intimate interactions between the rumored heir and his renowned mother seemed to confirm their relationship beyond a shadow of a doubt.

In fact, my head was lowered as my eyes moved to and fro, contemplating. And when I muster up the courage to look at him, he had a devilish smirk on his lips. “East wing renovations. Private jet lease. Drelia’s ‘modeling’ contracts in Solaria. Even the guards’ overtime pay.” He looked up, eyes flat. “All signed. All borrowed. All in the name of ‘Drelia Mende, Heiress Apparent’.” Because they thought she’d be the heir. Not me. When will it get to my turn?