Heir Of Life Novels & Stories

But he didn’t understand the depths of my resolve. I wasn’t taking those pills. I wouldn’t let him destroy the only piece of happiness I had left, the only light in the darkness of this nightmare. This baby was mine. It was a part of me, and I would fight for it, even if it meant going against him every single day. Some nights, I lay awake, my hand resting over my stomach. I whispered to the tiny life inside me, promises I wasn’t sure I could keep but meant with every fiber of my being.

Grandma said and I heaved a sigh of relief She's going to start with John and Hazel so Mitchell and I will know our fate by then but I have a feeling that Mitchell is going to become the heiress. How great will it be for a heir and heiress to be together? We will conquer the world together and make so many histories. TBC........ ©️ Tricia

"She said… she said the ritual starts at midnight. That they'd crown the Heir of Ash." Cassian's motion halts. "I know that name," he whispers. "It was carved in my cell. Repeatedly." "The Heir is your kid," Pandora informs him. "Born of stolen DNA and alchemy. Ophelia wants a weapon, Raine. One that bears both your bloodlines and none of your will." I turn to Malik. "Where would she take the child?" He hesitates. "Only one place has that kind of security and secrecy."

"But he’s missing one piece. The piece that was traded away to save a life seventy years ago. The piece that is currently sitting in this room." I looked at Julian. Then at Xander. Then I realized Adelaide wasn't looking at us. She was looking at the baby. "The Heir isn't the Thirteenth," Adelaide said, her eyes flashing with a terrible truth. "He’s the Fourteenth. He’s the decoy. Your son... your son is the one the Spire was actually built to protect. He is the only 'Life-Credit' that doesn't belong to the system." The library lights flickered. The jars of ink on the shelves began to rattle. Above us, the heartbeat-sync of the city shifted, a massive, subsonic thrum that made the basalt wal

She gasped sharply, shaking her head in rejection of the thought that pained and constantly haunted her . "Should I bring a child into the world only to live the same life I did? To grow up asking where his father is? Why doesn't he come around like his friends' fathers do? Am I to watch him suffer every day and tell him to be patient, just as I used to do?" She gripped her mother’s hand tightly, tears streaming down her face. "I don’t want him to inherit my pain, Mother... I don’t want him to start his life carrying a void that was never his fault."

ARCHITECT — PRIMARY HEIR — ACTIVE Two synchronized pulses. Perfectly mirrored. Mason looked at Ariana. “You’re not the only one online.” No. She wasn’t. Across the city, across the country, across the world— something else had come online. The newborn. The Heir. Ariana felt it now. Faint. Distant. But connected. Like a thread tied from her mind to another consciousness that had just taken its first breath. “She’s not controlling it,” Ryan said quietly, studying Ariana’s face. “She’s sharing it.”

I have always been a stickler for the rules. In elementary school, our class holds an election for class president. The teacher ignores the vote and appoints the principal's son instead. I follow the school's rule that whoever receives the majority vote should win, gather all 42 students, and take the election straight to the principal's office to redo the vote. When I grow up and start working, my boss hands me a thousand-dollar expense receipt and orders me to file a ten-thousand-dollar reimbursement claim. I refuse, as it violates company policy. The manager laughs. "Here, whatever the boss says goes. Learn to bend when you can, or the company may decide it needs someone more obedien

"It recognizes the pure lunar energy within that woman's body. That is why Ardan could be born as the Heir of the Moon Blood. He is not a bastard child. He is a child of destiny." Vorlag fell silent, his jaw clenched tight. His argument was shattered. He couldn't refute the testimony of the sacred river itself. "This... this changes nothing," Vorlag hissed, trying to maintain his position. "Lunaris will still come. And the Council of Elders will not approve of a human's presence here." "I will handle the Council," Eldric said. "Now, take your guards and leave. This child needs rest. And his father needs peace."

Lia couldn't answer and she also thought deeply. "You can't get out of the fear of your mind and heart Lia. If you still stay here and are still hiding in your previous life, your intense thoughts will really disturb you. The hiding, avoidance, sorrows, and pain. That's what will always disturb you while living here in peace. I think you are just still afraid that the father of your child will find out that you had a child that he didn't know about." "I... I don't know, Aunt. But, I think, I'm not afraid that he will find out about the child." Lia said, but she doubted it. There are still different accounts of what is happening.

I stood frozen in place, watching the joyful and harmonious family in the banquet hall. Was I hallucinating because of how tired I was from work? Wasn't my family bankrupt? I rubbed my eyes in disbelief and turned to look at the photo on the golden anniversary plaque beside me. It was a picture of my parents, Corey Falkner and Sabrina Burke, my wife, Lydia Quill, and my son, Joel Falkner. The fake heir, Xander Falkner, was included as well.