Heir For A Day Novels & Stories

“And it was for you.” My throat tightened. “What message?” Gemma hesitated. “They said… ‘Tell the Bridge we rise for the True Heir.’” Damon’s head snapped toward me. “The True Heir? What the hell does that even mean? Lyra is the heir.” “Apparently not to them,” Gemma said. “They want a meeting. A parley. Noon. Forest ridge.” I closed my eyes briefly. Everything in me already knew I had to go. “No,” Damon said immediately. “Absolutely not.”

I asked surprised. "Yes. In the next five days, I want you to bring your girlfriend to me. Then you take over." "I don't understand. I don't have a girlfriend." "You better find one. I have no one else than you. So you're the only heir to this Entertainment." He responded. "What if I don't see anyone?" I inquired. "You won't like what I'm gonna do." He said, sternly and left the office. Gosh! A girlfriend in the next five days? Where the hell did he want me to get that from?

At the reunion dinner, my adopted brother, Isaac Johnson, whispers in my ear, "The Johnson family only needs one son. You're just a country bumpkin. We don't need you here." I think he's right. So, I run straight into traffic at the intersection. My family is terrified. They rush over and manage to pull me back from the road. My sister, Rebecca Johnson, turns pale with anger and warns me not to upset Isaac again. I obediently nod. Then, late that night, I turn on the gas and leave a suicide note. "It's my fault for upsetting Isaac. I'll take the whole family to heaven with me. None of us will ever have to suffer again." My family stares at me as if I've gone mad. Later, at a party, Is

All for a wish. The heir walked passed her without exchanging one word with her. Shea stopped in her tracks and followed Daylen with her eyes. She found it hard to understand why he didn't even bother to greet her. As an elder person and the reigning moon goddess; it was only right that the heir should show her respect. A chill ran down her body when the boy turned around and met her eyes. Something in his deep blue eyes was sending her warnings. Shea blinked and turned away from the moon god.

“There was never an order of succession, Alexa. On your sixteenth birthday, I had Helia draw up the documents naming you my heiress.” Her head snaps toward me. “Helia? He knew?” I nod. “Yes. He was the only one I could trust. He gave me his word, and he kept it, even against his own blood. And he still keeps it, protecting you now. Even making sure Hulio never claws his way back once we announce everything.” Her lips tremble. “And when is this announcement happening?” “In two days. Helia says we can’t wait any longer.” Her tears spill, sharp, furious. She stands, pacing. “And I don’t get a say? This is my life, Gran. My life. A million people will depend on me, and you kept it from me all th

It was a struggle to get my lips to move, to form words. "I…" I stuttered. "Th—that was… I mean, I was—" "Before that day, I never even knew you existed," he said. "But you should be happy now, because I plan to give you a lot of attention."

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?”

she teased knowingly and I broke out into a smile. “There is so much going on at the same time. It’s crazy” I groaned. “That’s because it’s your birthday and the day you would be made the official heir of the pack once it's a full moon tonight,” she said cheerfully. “what’s the need for the ceremony? It’s not like I have a sibling to contest the position with me. Doesn’t that already make me the heir?” I scoffed, not seeing the reason for the ceremony. “It’s more than that and you know it” Ami huffed and I chuckled fondly.

"Now go scrub the hall, we don't have time for your laziness." My cheek ached from the slap as I picked up the bucket and the mop. I overheard two people whispering nearby as I headed to the hall. "Today would have been his birthday," one said, glancing at me before looking away. "If not for her," the other whispered. "Heir-Eater." I tightened my jaw, trying to suppress my anger. I've heard cruel words like these countless times before, but the pain is always the same. I thought I'd be used to it by now.

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.”