I Bore His Heirs Then I Vanished Novels & Stories

“Why?” A wry line carves itself on her face. “Children tend to vanish when they venture too far from home. I would hate for any of you to end up like the lost heirs,” she says, and I think she meant it as a joke because her dreary eyes shine with dark humour, but I also think it was a sincere warning. “The lost… heirs?” I repeat questioningly, hopefully a worthy prompt for an elucidation. A ghoulish glint sparks in Hilda’s dull eyes. “The lost heirs; twins that braved into the woods. Rumours speculate that it was to visit their favourite spot by the lake which they visited religiously, but one day… they never returned.”

Her eyes searched for his, "The legacy, the power, it’s already in your blood. It's not something you can erase….” “Think about it. You don't have to keep it the way it was, the way your parents had it. This empire, this family legacy, it's all in your hands. You could reshape it, make it what you want. You could be the one who steers it in a new direction."

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.

This is my family and I couldn’t have asked for anything more. I promise to always love, to always cherish, and to always protect them with my whole entire life. --- Hello, hello, I hope you enjoyed this mini bonus chapter! This is to coincide with the announcement of the sequel! Book 2 of Banished With His Heir (Running With His Heir) is now up on my profile. Add it to your libraries to be notified on updates. ♡ Thank you again for everyone who has read and loved this book. I am deeply touched by all your kind comments and support. The White Howlers and Blazing Wolves hope to see you on the next one that will be filled with crazy surprises so hop onto book 2 if you haven’t yet xo

Grandma asked "There's no even need for that. The first and last one are quite easy but the second one is going to be a bit difficult so if you can pass the other two stages and meet the exact requirement, you'll automatically become the heir or heiress. The person with the highest profit wins and it must be two companies" she added "So..... Who are we starting with? Since we have only one male here, starting with him won't be a bad idea. John Campbell, step forward with your ledgers" Grandma said and I heaved a sigh of relief

“I don’t want to admit this, but we were on the verge of falling. The company wasn’t doing well. We almost lost everything. Because of that, your mother was diagnosed with bipolar disorder. Her heart broke losing you. I had to restore our name, but the thought of you never drifted from my head. We didn’t have the resources to reach far. As you know, Country A is huge, and during that time, we could only cover one-third of the area. Now that we’ve grown powerful and stronger, we found you.” “Is it true?” Alise looks at the seven guys who kept their stances. “I’m asking the seven of you if it’s true. If you all knew about this. You told me you’ve been associated with my father for almost fifte

How he brought down an empire with a single roar and burned a third of the vampire dominion in the space of a night. They think they killed that line. Buried it with fire and silence. But they didn’t know… The last heir was hidden in blood. And born into a storm. I close the cabinet, locking it with an incantation. Then I reach for my journal. Not the one I keep for public study, but the bound volume passed through my line for generations.

“What was that?” I met his eyes, my pulse hammering. “Not what,” I said. “Who.” And as the last echo of that voice faded into the night, the shadow that had escaped the barrier curled through the cracks in the wall, whispering one final promise before disappearing. “The heir of shadow is born.”

And in the hush of the clearing, I whispered: “I’m not the Heir-Eater.” I stepped off the stone. “I’m the Heir-Remaker.” And the forest bowed to listen.

“He used to talk about you like you were magic. Said he was waiting to find you. That he'd seen your face in dreams. He worked with Selena. They planned to get you out together. He said… You were everything.” My throat closed.= I flipped the book open. Page after page, filled with my face—sketches, charcoal outlines, water-stained smears. My hair, my mouth, my eyes. One word kept repeating under every drawing in a childlike scrawl: The Heir. Heir of what? I turned more pages, the English shaky and broken. Ancient symbols and names I didn’t recognize. A bloodline. A clan. Kitusiko. Another page. A rough sketch of a birthmark.