Heir/Heirness Novels & Stories

I didn’t feel like giving them that small piece of control. The oldest among them spoke first, his tone measured, deliberate. He spoke of stability, of strength, of borders that held and territory that didn’t fracture under pressure, as though laying a foundation before shifting it beneath me. I listened without interrupting, already aware that none of it was the point. “Stability doesn’t secure succession.” That was. I exhaled slowly, my patience thinning just enough to show in my voice. “Then say what you came here to say.” “An heir.”

He holds my gaze and challenges every reason my brain comes up with that he’s here with me tonight for any reason other than he wants to be with me. “So, you’re not a choice of successor. You’re an heir,” he says slowly, as if trying to comprehend what I’m saying. “I’m not just AN heir, Benedict. I’m THE heir,” I say quietly. “What do you mean?” “When my grandfather met my grandmother, his fated mate, he didn’t accept her. He didn't realize that she had Alpha blood. You know how second sons become Betas and second sons of Betas become Gammas, etc?” I ask.

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.

I glance down at my hand, a bruise-like pigment stood clear on the side of my hand, although I tried to cover it with a tattoo, it is still there. "How'd you know this?" I glared at him. He is really testing my temper. "I have the same one..." He shows his hand and look at me, "It's our family's mark. Anyone who has it, is the next heir to the throne. The next king that is destined to lead my people will be the only one who would bear this mark." He pointed down on my mark and made me look at him by pulling me down, "Son, I have lost your father, I cannot bear to lose you too."

"That's enough. The support agreement is already signed. Just carry the child and give birth." Mandy stared at her, stunned. Nora had always hated her, and now she was accepting this? "And after that?" "If you don't want the child, give him to us," Nora said evenly. "I've thought it through. The Strouds need an heir." She glanced at Quinton. "The situation might be awkward, but we'll say he's our grandson. No one will know." Quinton nodded quickly. "Right, a grandson. Same thing." Mandy thought it over, her mood lifting again. As long as the child wouldn't tie her down later, she could still get paid.

Aurora asked as she lay still with her head on her father's chest. “An heir is a person that is legally entitled to the property or rank of another person when the person cannot rule again. In this case, a king, when a king cannot rule again, his heir takes over and inherits all that belongs to the king. You're a princess my darling, one day, you will rule over this city when the time is right.” “Yes daddy, I want to be a good king.” Zeidan laughed as he noticed her ignorance. “You are going to be a queen, my dear. A lady becomes a queen eventually.”

“Then I demand an Heir Trial. Involving the second and third houses. It should be put to a vote.” Grandfather rose slowly from his chair. The movement alone silenced the room. “The heir of the Asher House,” he said evenly, “is an Asher. Not a Wyatt.” Adrian stiffened. “If you want a trial,” Grandfather continued, “you may have one. But it will not be decided by votes.” He clasped his hands behind his back. “It will be decided by assets. By merit. By proven capability.” His gaze sharpened. “And at this moment, the only advantage you hold is a marriage into the Vinny family. One of the Four Houses, yes — but not even from the main branch. Passable at best.”

But I would doubt it every once in a while, like in rare occasions like this when we'd get to bond like a normal family did─after the usual year-long nonchalance or estrangement, that is. But then again, Stefano Falco, now Chairman of his fast-growing multinational group of companies, was as status-conscious and power-hungry as the world's most elite. An undergrad son who simply couldn't get his life together was definitely not the ideal firstborn my father expected me to be.

I don't really know this lady but I love her already. "Anyways we had to make a stop and then come here, if he could take me back home he definitely would but I am grateful there wasn't time" "He could have let you go yourself but he didn't. Maybe that's something" "That's nothing. He just wants to make sure I get rid of it, he goes with all of us" what a douchebag. "Doesn't he want an heir? I mean he is Don" "He does have an heir. He doesn't want competition so I guess that's why"

“Crane knows who you really are, Julian. He’s known for weeks. He’s just been waiting… watching… to see who else figures it out.” Julian’s stomach tightened. Aiden stared at him. “You mean…” Oliver nodded. “Yes. He knows you’re the heir.” Clarissa stepped forward, and said in a hard voice. “Then why hasn’t he done anything?” “Because,” Oliver said slowly, “he’s not the type to eliminate the heir. He’s the type to use him.” Julian’s breath caught. “He wants to control you, Julian. Put you in Harold’s place, clean up the mess, and make it look like VanDermere Global is being saved from within. You’ll be his puppet, his perfect distraction while he tightens his grip on the company.”