The Heir And Spare Novels & Stories

She doubted her father, although he was the most powerful lord, could cause such silence. “Welcome, all of you, for honoring the banquet held for Lady Aria, our mother goddess, as a token of our love and appreciation. I can’t thank you more for being loyal subjects.” He said it and swallowed as everyone listened to him keenly. “It is also a joyful moment for me to properly introduce your future heir and king to the throne. My son, Prince Jacob.” He said it with a warm smile on his face. Irene stared at the three brothers as she wondered who the heir was. The heir was her chosen spouse, and she was eager to see him. One of the three brothers, the one who had his hair tied in a bun, stood up f

The evening had settled into the quiet Vargr preferred. He sat in the chair by the window with a glass of wine he hadn't touched, one hand resting on the arm, his eyes on the mountain line where the last of the light was leaving. The compound was running. The program was running. The working held as it would continue to hold until the heir arrived and completed what had taken 153 years to build. The heir. He was certain of it — a son, born of the original line, the last piece of what that night in the ash had set in motion. He had been patient. He could be patient a little longer.

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.

"And your marriage contract had one very specific clause." Lucian frowned. "The heir clause?" Gregory Winslow leaned forward. "Yes. It's year three, Lucian. That clause states that before the fourth year, an heir must be produced. No child means the marriage dissolves—and both our families lose everything we've built." Caliste raised an eyebrow. "Lose everything? Isn't that a little dramatic?" Her father glared. "It's not a joke, Caliste. The Velmores and Winslows joined for global control of trade and investment. If this marriage falls apart, dozens of partnerships collapse."

The sound sliced through the bar so sharply every bottle behind the counter cracked. Damien drove it backward toward the broken window, half-shifted and bleeding, fury carved into every line of his body. The creature’s silver eyes found mine one last time. Its mouth split into a smile. Not defeated. Satisfied. Then it spoke out loud. The words scraped through every person in the room. “The heir bleeds for humans.” Silence fell. Corey stared up at me. Maggie’s hand was still over mine. Damien stopped moving. The creature laughed once.

Prominently highlighted was Article VII, Clause Delta. The figure continued, "However the Council is not without… leniency. A path to redemption exists. You have one week, Alexander Sterling, to fix this breach. You will present yourself before the Council.. You will bring the true heir. The one who can uphold the covenant. The child of the Sterling bloodline. Ready to serve." The woman with the gavel brought it down with a thud. Alexander stared at the screen horrified. The true heir. They didn’t just want his company; they wanted Leo. His son, who was currently undergoing tests for a heart condition was now a pawn in a generations-old game.

Roman asked finally, lowering his voice. Zayn raised his head slowly, meeting Roman's eyes. “And how am I supposed to feel, Roman?” His voice was flat with no emotions. “Of course you’re supposed to feel hurt. Zayn, this...this is not something small,” Roman said, leaning closer. He paused, choosing his words carefully. “Now that you’ve found out the truth, who’s going to be your next heir? Don’t you think it’s time you paid more attention to Daisy? You know… get her pregnant, let her bear you an heir.”

“We’re in our house, in our goddamn living room.” “In your house?” Her voice cracked like a whip. “In case you’ve forgotten, this isn’t yours anymore. None of this is. It belongs to her now. To Hailey Vale, the stripper heiress who just hosted a softcore orgy in our ancestral estate and made the cover of three tabloids.” She flung a rolled-up paper across the room. It slid to a stop in front of Marcus. “STRIPPING HEIRESS CLAIMS THE LACHLAN THRONE.

He kept annoying Eskylrious for two days with his talk about marriage . " I will dare and express my opinion . Because.....even though you're a ruler Your Majesty you still need to be careful . I am pretty sure that you have already checked every information about all the competitors . You know everything and the reason why I want to win this no matter what . The Willows family has 1.5\4 of the military power in the whole world . We are well aware that the head of the Willow's family along with the power will also inherit a secret of the royal family that has been passed down for generations . This family organizes its Heir competition on the base of the Willows largest training camp but thi

“This is huge!” “Okay. Now lie down. I just said not to make it weird. Don’t act weird when he gets home. Just act normal, or he will know. Spade is like having a fifth sense.” “Right.” She dropped her head to the pillow and turned to me. “So, he’s a—” “Yeah. He has more rights than—” “Okay. Enough. Now you’re acting weird. Anyway, Lex’s heir is worth 50B, but Spade doesn’t seem to care about money. After I told him about it, he just joked about whether he would give me an heir or not.”