The Heir And Spare Novels & Stories

As the members read and studied the leaflets, the data about Aditya was written in full. Then the members nodded and conferred with each other, whispering here and there. "Well, ma'am, here it is written that the young master has a ten percent share given by his grandfather, Mr. Ali; in total, he has more than seventy percent when combined with the property of the great master; therefore, by rule, he is the new leader of this company." Mr. Weber explained. Everyone agreed to Mr. Weber's words, although Calvin looked weak when he found out that the leader was still under his age. He couldn't do anything because it was clear that Aditya was the rightful heir to the company.

The cool satisfaction of a man who believes everything is proceeding exactly as planned. I raised my glass in return, my smile flawless. I hope you can still smile like this, Dominic. Three days from now. When your heir is gone— and you finally understand what it cost you to underestimate me.

“You signed up anyway.” “True,” I say. “Fine. Heirs. Go on.” I’m terrified of what he’s going to say next. He shifts uncomfortably, but doesn’t push me away. “The elders will have expectations,” he says. “I’m the only blood heir left. They’ll want to know what happens after me. Vorlag will absolutely start whispering about ‘stability’ and ‘legacy’ once he realizes I’m not going to marry his niece and produce a litter.” “Romantic,” I say dryly. “Nothing gets me going like being compared to a breeding plan.”

Alexious stared at him for a moment, his mouth slightly open as he took in Hermes's wings and bright eyes – then he broke into a broad smile, not at all frightened but clearly fascinated. "No gold eggs, sorry! But some of them lay eggs with blue shells – does that count as treasure? Father says they're special because only our black hens lay them." He pointed proudly toward a section of the coop where several dark-feathered chickens were pecking at the ground. "And I know all their personalities – there's one hen who likes to sit on my shoulder while I work, and another who always steals corn from the goat pen!" Eirene tugged on her mother's hand, bouncing on her toes as she spotted the firs

"But she never came. Not even to visit. She is not quite two years younger than I am, surely she is a woman by now." "Why do you think she wasn’t sent?" "My mother told me in a letter that all the gold they could spare had been given to the abbey to take me in and keep me to my majority. There wasn’t enough to send both of us, so he sent me, to protect his heir." "Lairds oft provide for the heir first. Even with males the heir is educated and raised to lead, the spare only receives the same if there is a surplus of coin.” "That is what I told myself as well. That and perhaps no man had offered for her at as young, if that was indeed the reason I was taken away with such haste. I wanted to be

Grandpa laughed, spreading his arm. “Asher dear, come to Grandpa.” Asher giggled, running downstairs and hugging Grandpa. “You look older in the picture, Grandpa. Look at you, so young and handsome.” “Really? You are so sweet, Asher.” “Grandpa, that isn't right. How can you decide who the next heir is when Matilda is pregnant too? Can't you at least wait till she gives birth?” Grandpa raised a brow. “Is that even necessary? Asher is the first son so I see no reason why he shouldn't be the heir.”

Before Her Heir. Sienna’s breath caught. “Her Heir,” she whispered. Harvey’s face paled. “No. No, Sienna, you don’t understand. It’s not just about the bloodline. It’s what you’re meant to do with it. You’re not just the heir... you are the one who will either break the curse or become its next victim.” Sienna looked at the journal again, her heart racing. The final words echoed in her mind like a haunting refrain: Her Heir. Her destiny had just been laid bare before her, and she had no idea how to stop the storm that was about to break.

Herbert asked, frowning, thinking it was more bad news. "Lord Herbert, the first heir to the Campbell family has been confirmed!" "Oh? Is it that boy named Xis? I’ve met him. He has impressive talent and is likely to become a high-tier extraordinary being," Herbert smiled, showing his approval. "No, it’s not Xis. It’s his cousin, Logo Campbell!" "What?"

He nodded, “Connie will be in shortly with discharge instructions. I want to see you back here in a week.” After receiving discharge instructions from Connie, we bundled up our babies and walked to the packhouse. As soon as we walked in, we were bombarded by people. Aunt Piper, Uncle Ace, Honi, Nyx, Andrew and Jacob came running up to us, trying, and failing, to be quiet. Aunt Piper and Honi each take a baby and Andrew, Jacob and Uncle Ace go to admire them Andrew asked, “So which one is our alpha heir?” I replied, “That would be the bigger one. His name is Kenneth.” The smaller one is the beta heir for Cold Springs Pack.”

I watched him take off his shoes and unbuckle his belt. “Only the heir. My ancestor was the third son of Wilhelm Volfenheim, a spare of a spare. That’s why me and my father before him, and his father before him and so forth, were all called Blanderdolf. They strip us of our rightful titles and demoted our ranks. You know what’s worse? I won’t even get to be the Count in the event my father dies. My older brother inherits that. As far as everyone’s concerned, I’m nobody. It’s not a great feeling, I’m telling you. A spare of a spare of a spare. But since I still have royal blood, I could still be your groom.”