Heir Novels & Stories

he whispered as he looked at the dead that littered the ground with rage and guilt. The Priest rushed to him. “My Lord,” he fell on his feet before him. “Give me your commands.” The Heir pulled him up and turned to the survivors. “My name is Alaris. I am the Heir that was promised. Your suffering ends here!” Then he turned to the Priest. “Take me to the rest.” “Yes, My Lord.” The Priest bowed. Then he turned to the people and yelled. “The Heir is here!” They chanted back. “Saviour! Saviour! Saviour!”

“You are cured then Sir, your ailments?” “Of course I’m not,” he snapped, limping across the soft oriental rugs to gaze out of my white sash windows. “I need an heir for the Tarrick Estate to avoid it going down my hateful brother’s line.” With a shuddering cough he added. “We know these cures aren’t working, and you aren’t getting any younger.” Riled inside at the idea of four-and-twenty being considered old by the withered grey man before me I nodded vacantly.

"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.

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.

I go into my bedroom and change into a casual outfit before moving to the kitchen to microwave dinner for myself. While waiting, I decide to search up who the infamous Daisy everyone is mistaking me for is. I type 'Daisy and Hunter Stone' into the computer since I didn't know her last name. The computer loaded various articles, gossip blogs and pictures. I click on the first article with the heading "Heiress of the Heart group of hotels gone missing". The article was about how Daisy was supposedly kidnapped and murdered. This led to the terrible health condition of her father since she was his only living relative. The article reported that the details of the

The notary's finger hovered above the keyboard for a moment. "Mrs. Fuzio." He adjusted his glasses, not daring to look straight at me. "The heir next in line needs to be present to confirm his intentions." I was confused. Christian Fuzio was an only child. His parents passed away ten years ago. We were married for 20 years with no children. "What did you say?" Before the notary could reply, the doors opened. When the boy walked in, I didn't even react. That was, until I saw his face.

A bringer of news and general mischief! I tilted my head, studying the faint indentations on his skin with genuine confusion. "But you pecked at the bread I left out for you first. Like a chicken would." The god spluttered, his face turning an amusing shade of pink as he struggled for words. Before he could retort, Hera sighed heavily, running a hand through her dark, perfectly coiffed hair as she stepped forward from where she'd been observing near the throne platform. "Eirene, dearest, gods do not taste like poultry. We are immortal beings made of divine essence." Her voice was patient but firm, and she shot Hermes a warning glare that made him shrink back slightly.

She read for hours, looking for something anything that might confirm or contradict what Sebastian had told her. And then, buried in a tabloid article from four years ago, she found it. Thorn Heir's Mysterious Disappearance: What Happened to Miranda Cole? The article was short, barely a paragraph, buried between stories about celebrity divorces and fashion week scandals. But it was enough. Miranda Cole, fiancée of Sebastian Cole, younger brother of Thorn Enterprises CEO Damien Thorn, has been missing for three months. Police have no leads. The family has declined to comment.

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 h

"I've seen that boy." My heart began to pound. "Where?" Adrian swallowed. "In the records of one of my companies." Kael stepped forward. "What records?" Adrian looked at him. "The boy wasn't listed as a person." He glanced down at the photograph again. "He was listed as an asset." The chamber fell silent. Then Adrian looked directly at me. "Serena…" His voice broke. "I think the first heir is my father." My entire body went cold. Kael stared at him. Nadia stopped breathing. And somewhere beneath the Blackwood territory, something enormous struck the earth. Once. Twice. Then the entire council chamber began to shake.