Heirs Definition Bible Novels & Stories

Evelyn inhaled deeply before saying, "He’s the CEO of Eden Entertainment. And the heir to the Dean Group." A beat of stunned silence. Then, Anita nearly choked on her wine. "What?!"

answered Blake, who kept his eyes straight, looking at the wall across where he stood. Then, at least look at her when saying those words. Alise was about to cry, and she didn’t want any of them to see her. Alise didn’t want them to think she was ungrateful and such. But none of them thought of her that way. They knew she was just lost. “Then what am I supposed to do now?” Her voice wavered. “To ensure your protection, we’ll announce that the family’s heir is back. These seven boys have been trained for years and dedicated their lives to you. You’ll be attending Prestigious Academy. There, you will learn various things.”

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.

"She’s not attacking. She’s... laying a foundation." "But for what?" Davina asked, her gaze fixed on Prudence. As Prudence reached the conclusion of her speech, she looked directly at the Quinton family. "And so, I leave you with this thought: The true heir is not always the one who sits on the throne. The true heir is the one who holds the truth of the bloodline. And in Townsville, a city built on such a powerful legacy, that truth is more important than ever." She offered a final, graceful bow as the room erupted into polite applause.

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?”

"This speaks of two children. My sister and me." "Yes," Selene says, moving to stand beside me. "Your birth was only the beginning of the prophecy, Prince Alexander. Your sister's role is equally significant, perhaps more so." "This passage about the heir facing division," I say, pointing to the text. "Being 'split asunder.' What does it mean?" The severe woman exchanges a glance with Selene before answering. "Our scholars believe it refers to a spiritual trial the heir must face—perhaps a choice between duty and desire, or between the two aspects of your nature."

“Holy shit, Lyriana. You’re pregnant with the heir to both thrones. This is more than a scandal. This is a looming war waiting to happen.” I held intensely unto the edges of the windowsill. “I am aware.” “So what do you want to do?” she asked. “I am confused,” I said with a heavy hear. “Well… you better figure it out before someone else does.” She said as I hung up the call. My breath caught in my throat as I reread the letter. Alaric. Here. In the same palace. This was the same man that ruined the world I had. He owns the child I am carrying. He is the heir to Ardonia’s kingdom. Our rival kingdom

"The seers found more than a solution in their calculations tonight. They found a prophecy, buried in the ritual's own shape, that none of us expected." "Tell me." "One day," the king said, "a descendant of my own bloodline will be born carrying the ability to reunite what we are about to shatter. Not to strengthen the curse—the ritual will not allow that. To *choose* its fate. To decide, once and for all, what should be done with what remains of you, after everyone alive tonight has long since died and been forgotten." He held Fenrir's gaze, steady despite everything burning around them. "They will call that descendant the Heir of Ash."

Henry wasn't writing as a businessman. Or the head of the family. He was writing as a grandfather. “Alicia, If you're reading this, then I hope the fighting is finally over. I hope you've found something more important than the Dickson name. I hope you've found people worth choosing every day. I spent most of my life believing legacy was built through money, power, and control. I was wrong. Legacy is people. It's family dinners. It's children laughing in the next room. It's being remembered by someone who loves you.

She is a kind and proper woman so he lets her enter his world. "So you're managing your own business, son?" Mildred's mother asked him, as they sat in the living room. "Yes, Aunt. But that's not mine, it's my Parent's Property." Ethan answered Mildred's mother. "You are so humble, Ethan. Of course, that's yours too, because you're their son. Especially since you were in charge now and maybe especially if you have a family too, right?" "Um… maybe." Ethan just shrugged. Lia came from somewhere and suddenly chuckled a bit.