The Heir And Spare 소설 & 이야기

In situations where the first son/heir dies or becomes unavoidably incapacitated, the second son/spare heir becomes the next in line to inherit their father's title or position. In other provinces, spare heirs were referred to as, 'Lords'. But in Iron-Vale; the Royal Province, the spare heir is referred to as, 'High Lord'. Zayn was in the Lordship Order of Vexley keep Academy, but no one knew was a High Lord. Added to the fact that while at the academy, he went by his second name. Roy. "So?" Zayn asked

"But he’s missing one piece. The piece that was traded away to save a life seventy years ago. The piece that is currently sitting in this room." I looked at Julian. Then at Xander. Then I realized Adelaide wasn't looking at us. She was looking at the baby. "The Heir isn't the Thirteenth," Adelaide said, her eyes flashing with a terrible truth. "He’s the Fourteenth. He’s the decoy. Your son... your son is the one the Spire was actually built to protect. He is the only 'Life-Credit' that doesn't belong to the system." The library lights flickered. The jars of ink on the shelves began to rattle. Above us, the heartbeat-sync of the city shifted, a massive, subsonic thrum that made the basalt wal

“Crane knows who you really are, Julian. He’s known for weeks. He’s just been waiting… watching… to see who else figures it out.” Julian’s stomach tightened. Aiden stared at him. “You mean…” Oliver nodded. “Yes. He knows you’re the heir.” Clarissa stepped forward, and said in a hard voice. “Then why hasn’t he done anything?” “Because,” Oliver said slowly, “he’s not the type to eliminate the heir. He’s the type to use him.” Julian’s breath caught. “He wants to control you, Julian. Put you in Harold’s place, clean up the mess, and make it look like VanDermere Global is being saved from within. You’ll be his puppet, his perfect distraction while he tightens his grip on the company.”

I had been watching my 'future fiancé' for a little over a month and he was getting better and better. Thomas Conner, David Conner's heir, was my future fiancé by free and spontaneous pressure. He was somewhat immature, as he was always playing video games or going to strip clubs. He would be 30 years old, but his appearance is rather youthful, which makes me believe that he is going through some kind of mid-life crisis. I see him finally leaving the gym and laugh when I see his face with several bruises. I turn my attention away from him and focus on the man standing next to him, who is practically the image of a Greek god. He was much taller than George, making him practically disappear.

Bienley's grand introduction as the sole heir to the Vanderpool - Guillebeaux empire was nothing short of astonishing. The moment the news broke, it sent shockwaves rippling through the crowd, igniting a wild frenzy. "What?" "How could this be?" "I'd been expecting an heiress, especially with rumors flying that the heir had inherited Madame Bella's stunning beauty." "He's undeniably gorgeous, a perfect male mirror image of Madame Bella Vanderpool." "So, the heir is a man, not a woman?"

"This isn't normal. The hospital has high confidentiality, which was one of the reasons Grandpa chose it in the first place." Battling my inner unease, I opened X, and the related terms had already started trending. [Can anyone tell me what's going on? #Heir to the Aesthete family appears.] [So Hailey is the heir to the Aesthete family, but who is Hailey? Has anyone heard of her? #Aesthete's secrets.] [The hospital photos are too thrilling. Did they really escape by speeding. #Reality more exciting than movies.]

He starts. “What a surprise it was to both of them when they found out she was not just pregnant with one son, but two. My father told her the Goddess blessed his bloodline with two boys for a reason…his true heir and a spare,” he says, scoffing. “Guess who turned out to be the spare?” My fingers twist around his, mentally urging him to continue. He takes another shaky breath and I notice the sheen of sweat beading on his upper lip. This is difficult for him…but still he goes on.

“She is The McKenna. The heir. I believe…” “I don’t CARE what you believe, Boy!” my father’s face reddened, his veins pulsing as he leaned forward, slamming his fist on the desk. “My orders were clear–if we can’t control her, she’s gone. We’ve wasted enough time. The spare will have to do.” “But the spare isn’t The McKenna,” my heart sputtered with worry. “She isn’t even…” “She’s old enough now, Damien,” he insisted. “More than old enough. With her sister dead, she can take over the legacy, and the claim.”

, Evan called out. The burly man raised his head and looks at Evan. “Evan, this is her. The heir. She’s the one I have been looking for!”, he explained shortly. “We need not worry about the Ender’s plot because we have the heir here. With us! We can protect her and fulfill the wishes of the King and Queen a long time ago.” Evan seems to be thinking. He looks at me with an observant gaze – he took a step towards me and copied the same stance as what Hughes did a few minutes ago. “It is a pleasure to finally meet you.”

Immediately, his face turned dark. “I don’t need you to remind me!” His facial muscles contorted in anger. Seeing Kyle was wavering, Antonette continued to exert herself. “Kyle, if you want to make something better in your life, I can give you a hand, as long as you help me to prove my identity. I guarantee I’ll support you to contend with Brian for the position of heir to the William throne. “Enough with this, it’s all empty promises.” Kyle slowly turned around. Only indifference was left on his face.