Heir Of Life Novels & Stories

“Answer me. Is this what you want too?” He avoided my eyes at first. His hand tightened around the arm of the sofa, and for a moment he actually looked uneasy. Then he said in a low voice, “Selene is carrying a pup. The pack needs an heir. Once the child is born, I can make arrangements. We can still be together afterward.” He wanted me to step aside, let another woman bear his supposed heir, and then wait until he decided to come back to me. Selene lowered her eyes and rested one hand on her stomach, looking every bit the wronged, delicate she-wolf.

“Everyone, calm down. The custody has already been decided.” At once, all heads turned to him. The shouting slowed, and the room grew quiet. The lawyer glanced at Arden briefly before continuing. “Everyone has already received their share of the inheritance. What remains is Mr. Arden’s portion. Because he is underage, he will need someone to care for it until he turns eighteen. And that person—” He paused, glancing at his notes. “—will be no other than his uncle, Mr. Curtis.” The lawyer directed his hand toward a man who had been sitting quietly all along. Curtis, Arden’s uncle, leaned back in his chair with a small smile.

“And he’s no longer acting entirely as himself.” Lucas stiffened. “Explain.” Kieran finally shifted his gaze to Lucas, something like regret flickering briefly across his features. “You were right to fear the curse. But you were wrong about its limits. It does not end with you. It echoes. Through blood. Through lineage.” My hand moved instinctively to my stomach. Kieran noticed. His eyes darkened. “So it’s true,” he said softly. “The heir lives.” The word sent a sharp pulse through the bond. Lucas stepped forward immediately. “Choose your next words carefully.”

The picture was crude but sweet—three stick figures holding hands, standing in front of a tall building labeled ‘Blake Home’. Ethan crouched beside her, his voice low. “Looks like he already knows who runs things around here.” Maya laughed. “He sure does.” Liam climbed into Ethan’s lap, his big brown eyes curious. “Daddy, what’s an ‘heir’? Uncle James said I’m one.” Ethan chuckled. “It means you’re going to take care of everything Daddy built when you’re older.” Liam thought for a moment. “Like my toys?”

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?”

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 whole incident remain unknown to

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."

Miles muttered before he flipped to another page. "Vampirar is vampire." I put away the heavy drapes. Bright and blinding rays of the sun penetrated my skin, leaving a somewhat stinging sensation. I stepped away from the windows and grabbed clean clothes, opting for a casual dress and light leather boots. The weather seemed fine, and in case his family invited us to while the day away with more outdoor activities, at least I'd be comfortable. "What's 'dhampirica'?" "Half-vampire, half-human offspring," Miles said flatly.

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.