The Heir And The Spare Novels & Stories

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

What had seemed like a simple wedding celebration was revealing itself to be a complex political event in which every movement carried significance. "Don't look so alarmed, they won’t be watching you as much as they will me. Most of the Heirs will be looking to see if I favour one Heir over another on the off chance a mate bond is starting to form, especially with male Heirs that are of age. It's silly really, I’m only 12, but everything, all the Heirs are at court, everyone stops to see if there are already signs.”

"She was a key figure in the previous generation's succession struggle. Many of the potential heirs were interested in her." Summer was shocked. She understood what he was implying perfectly well. Heirs from the previous generation? That must be referring to the generation of James' and Keith's fathers. If Hailey, a foreigner, was a love interest amongst the heirs, she could only imagine how complicated everything must've been. She swallowed nervously before asking, "Were all of the heirs interested in Hailey Reyes?" "Basically, yes. All three of them—my father, Keith's father and Bradly's father—were pursuing her at the same time. All four of the major families were in chaos. A scandal brok

“I spent so long chasing ghosts. Now I have a future—with you.” She kissed his collarbone trailing down right over his heart. “We mourn the fallen tomorrow. Tonight, we remember we’re still building.” Healing came gradually. Memorials for lost soldiers and allies. The silence of the night where Damien held her through nightmares of blood and war. Shared dinners where Romnick’s jokes erupted laughter from tired gazes. The empire stabilize. Yet in the final strategy meeting, a subtle shadow loomed. A single message binged from unknown numbers. The Heir had been chosen and crowned. Watch the bloodline from far and near.

voice.She straightened slowly. “Yes,” she said softly. “We are going home.”She reached for her bag, ready to leave with her dignity intact even if her heart splintered in the process.But Lysander moved faster.He stepped between her and the exit, not blocking her, but standing close enough that the air shifted.“You will not walk away again,” he said, and this time there was no arrogance in his tone. Only urgency.“I am not yours to command,” she replied, though her pulse betrayed her calm.“Not you,” he corrected. His eyes dropped to Lucian. “Him.”The hall felt too small, too suffocating. Cameras from invited media guests were already flashing discreetly. Tomorrow the headlines would explode.T

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.”

And a voice—neither loud nor gentle. “Heir” it said. “No,” I said again, louder. “I won’t.” The presence pressed harder. “You were made for this” it spoke. “I was made to live,” I snarled, anger cutting through the fear. “Not to be used.” The pressure spiked, testing and probing all parts of me Rael pulled me fully against him now, grounding, solid, real. His heartbeat thudded beneath my ear, anchoring me to flesh and breath and gravity.

She somehow managed to make everyone from grown men to tiny babies enamored of her. After the news had broken that I wasn’t the true heir, the scandal had been explosive. Public opinion had been split, one side wanting me to abdicate entirely, the other wanting me to stay. Strict monarchists especially had been horrified at the idea that a true Valady wouldn’t be sitting on the throne. Until the public realized that a Valady heir was closer to the throne than they thought. When Liam had refused to claim his rights to the throne, sighting that he was a “bloody American and had no business sitting on any throne,” that left Niamh as the rightful heir.

I stand there, panting, trying to clear my thoughts of the tiredness. I need to find a way to change this "last mission" of the heir. I don't know why he ran away, but I'm sure he'll be back. I can't run away forever, especially when he has a physical advantage. Any kid my age would easily accept a hug, but I'd rather die in battle. That's why they made it his final mission. Wait, the heir is under the tutelage of a new teacher since we arrived in Castile, since according to reports his last teacher is at home due to injury in battle. The only teacher in Castile who knows me so well is. . .

"Oh? So what you are really trying to say is that if I choose you, I will get everything?" She crosses her legs, her eyes glinting dangerously in the dim light. "Including the Vane empire?" Nathan falls silent. Leaning forward slightly. "We both know the truth, Nathan. You are the golden heir, groomed from birth to inherit the empire. Whatever is left over will inevitably go to your precious little sister, Stella. Marcus is just the spare. He won't inherit much of anything." "Is that so?" she continues, her gentle tone making the brutal reality of his parents' extreme favoritism sting even worse.