The First Heir Novels & Stories

“What the hell are you talking about? I wasn’t shot in my manhood,” he shouted. The man was Brian William, first heir to his family fortune. Although he had been in elite education since a child and had always been taught to conceal his real emotions, Brian couldn’t help cursing as he spoke with this young physician. He put his hand to his forehead and took a deep breath to calm himself down. Brian couldn’t hurt this doctor. After all, he was the last doctor specializing in men’s health that Brian hadn’t visited.

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.

Owen, who I had left with them to come and speak with her, shakes his head. I sigh and nod before walking out. He gives me a reassuring nod. “Maybe give a little time. She must be confused right now.” He says when we get to the car. I grumble an incoherent reply. Not in the best of moods. I didn't have much expectations for today, but I at least hoped I would be able to talk to her. We may not have planned this but that child is going to be my heir. She doesn’t know, but it is important to me that she keeps it.

he teased. Sienna laughed. “No. Another Monroe & Lancaster legacy. Built on love, not power.” As they stood there, surrounded by everything they’d fought for, Damien knew that their story wasn’t about escaping the Lancaster name. It was about creating something far greater. A future worth fighting for. The End. Congratulations! Married to the Heir has officially reached its final chapter.

The door opened, and my breath caught in my throat. It was Helen. Helen—my best friend. I stared in disbelief as she smiled warmly and let him inside. My legs felt like they might give out, but I forced myself to move closer. I crept toward the window, careful to stay out of sight. Inside, they were standing close, too close. Helen’s hands brushed against his chest, and then he pulled her into his arms. Their lips met in a kiss so passionate it made my stomach turn. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t look away.

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

Then the creature below laughed. Not mockingly. Almost sadly. Then: "There it is." The Keeper ignored him. Then continued. "He refused." Another pause. Then: "That was his crime." The battlefield froze. Nobody understood. Then Rowan frowned. Immediately. Then: "Okay." A pause. Then: "That explains absolutely nothing." Honestly? Fair. Very fair. Reasonable, actually. Then the chained warrior stepped forward. His broken chains dragging behind him. Then: "The First Heir was created for one purpose."

He holds my gaze and challenges every reason my brain comes up with that he’s here with me tonight for any reason other than he wants to be with me. “So, you’re not a choice of successor. You’re an heir,” he says slowly, as if trying to comprehend what I’m saying. “I’m not just AN heir, Benedict. I’m THE heir,” I say quietly. “What do you mean?” “When my grandfather met my grandmother, his fated mate, he didn’t accept her. He didn't realize that she had Alpha blood. You know how second sons become Betas and second sons of Betas become Gammas, etc?” I ask.

I look at Jack. “That is your child. Your firstborn, but it will never be the heir to your title.” That is my only consolation. They weren’t mated when the child was born. Our firstborn will be Jack’s heir. He nods without saying a word. I get up and look at each of them for a moment.

“Behold this is the strength of a woman!” “Herminia! Herminia! HERMINIA!” Herminia stood at the center, maintaining her composure while staring at Flavius, he’d was having a flop sweat while he clapped for his best friend. “… We welcome the first son of the first Great-grandchild, the child of prophecy, the one who aim to become the strongest, the New Heir to the Red-blood armour, the fearless, the hearty, the triumphant, the bringer of the new age, one who receive a Female Cohort having no denouncement. What a son, what a child… “