Heir Of Life Novels & Stories

"That's enough!" Derek suddenly yelled, glaring at me with pure contempt. "Let me tell you the truth—I'm the heir of the Astor family. When my parents get here tomorrow, forget a few dozen—I could give you hundreds! Thousands! You're nothing but a pathetic loser. Who are you to humiliate me?" With that, he shoved past me and ran out. Estelle's face darkened as she snapped at me, "Happy now? You really did hit your head. Now nobody's happy. Just pack your things and come with me!"

he is none other than the Smith family Butler named George Tomson. Patrick Smith is an heir of a rich family. four years on Patrick's birthday his grandfather said "from today onwards your training starts, to control this huge business Empire you need to be trained well. from today onwards you are no longer the heir of the Smith family. you should earn money on your own for your expenses from now on. no one will help you unless it's a life and death matter. ok " from then on Patrick worked hard on his expenses. studied hard and land a scholarship for himself. eventually, he even forgot that he comes from a rich family until he heard George's voice on the phone.

Margaret sneered. "Get a grip, Felix. That Vivian girl was just some commoner trying to marry into money. Getting rid of her bastard child is nothing but a benefit to this family." "Bastard?" Felix shot up, his eyes bloodshot. "Mom, do you have any idea who you killed?" He stood, trembling with rage. "Vivian was carrying the one and only heir to the Blackwood family!" Margaret's wine glass froze mid-air.

She hesitates briefly, observing both me and Seraphina, as though weighing the potential repercussions of her suggestion. I raise an eyebrow, my gaze fixed on her, clearly interested and slightly intrigued. “And what would that be, Hellie?” I encourage her to continue. Hellie swallows hard and quickly looks away at Seraphina before responding. The air around her seems almost to vibrate with the weight of her hesitation. Despite her experience, her face betrays a discomfort mixed with determination, and she finally says: “An heir, Your Majesty. It is necessary to secure your bloodline, the rebel attacks, and what happened at the party. Your life, my king, is in constant danger. An heir is ess

And this time, she spoke a little awkwardly. "Yes, ma'am," Adit replied. "Get used to calling me Mom," Madam Sandra instructed, a little embarrassed. "Yes, mom," Aditya replied without thinking. For him, Mrs. Sandra is a woman he respects a lot, just like his mother, so whatever she tells him to do willingly. Moreover, he had received permission from his own biological mother, and although forced, the life as an heir that he never wanted he had to live today.

"They say the Velmores are searching for a suitable bride for Lucian. Someone with pedigree, background… someone who can give them an heir." Caliste's throat went dry. Liena continued gently, "The board is growing restless. The legacy must go on. Lucian is the only heir, after all." Caliste clenched her hands under the table. "He's never been the type to entertain the matchmaking game," she whispered. "Maybe not," Liena agreed. "But this isn't about what he wants. It's about the legacy. You know how the Velmores are." Caliste didn't respond. She only stared at her reflection in the coffee's dark surface.

He could not let Wynn know what was going to happen next. The reason was that he did not know what would happen as well. Even though he had exposed his identity, he only told her he was Young Master Clarke. Philip felt that now was not the time to tell her his tactics, his true power, and his true identity. Philip could only tell Wynn when they went back to Arcadia Island about his true hidden identity. He was the heir of the Clarke family in Arcadia Island! The undefeatable heir of the number one family in the world.

The heir looks at me as if I were his worst enemy, it is understandable, I feel the same way. — Then apologize to the little prince first, I heard you owe him some apologies. — Is she really not taking my side? So now I have to share my personal maid (and according to herself, my responsible adult) with the heir. Your Highness shows me his tongue contesting that he think like me. At least he is not crying anymore.

“You did this, little one. You broke the rules without trying. Now we fight to give you the life you deserve.” The heir that was not had arrived. And the world of the powerful would never be the same.

"What are you doing?" "It’s not me," Lyra realized, her hand resting gently on her stomach. "It’s him." The child she carried was the first True Silver Alpha born in a hundred years. He wasn't just a "bloodline"; he was the living spirit of the Vale. He was healing the land just by existing. Malrec’s eyes went wide with a new kind of greed and a deeper terror. "The Sovereign Heir. If that child is born, the Council’s laws will mean nothing. The natural order will return. We have to take it now!"