The Heir And The Spare Novels & Stories

The band came alive as I walk through the gold carpet with escorts by my side. I stand beside my grandfather and watch him as he took his place in front, his crown glistening as he says. "Ladies and gentlemen, good evening. Thirty years ago, I was standing right here in front of the different royalties and aristocrats all over the world to pass the throne to my son, Jacob ...may he rest in peace. Unfortunately he pass away and now I'm here again, standing beside my heir." He smiled at me before turning back on the crowd. "I'd never imagined that I'll be able to have a flesh of my own as my successor. I thought that this bloodline will end but I am wrong. Now, may I present to you, the heir t

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.

As I headed downstairs, I could already hear everyone teasing him behind me. Our friend group was surprisingly diverse. Several of us came from wealthy families, but Mel was the only one who actually acted like it. Lyall came from even more money as the Alpha's heir, but years of training had taught him that leadership meant serving the pack, not being served by it. The music grew louder as I approached the bar. "Another round?" the bartender asked with a wink. I nodded. Within minutes, six freshly made drinks sat neatly arranged on a tray. "Need help carrying those?" he asked nervously.

Kael remained stoic, but his grip on his glass tightened until his knuckles turned white. "Over the next six months," Robert announced, his voice ringing with authority. "You three will compete. You will be given projects, responsibilities, and challenges. I will be watching. I will be judging. And at the end of those six months... one of you will be named the Heir." The room erupted into chaos. Cameras flashed. Reporters scrambled. But Riley couldn't hear anything. She looked at Bella, whose face had turned a dangerous shade of red with rage and excitement. Then she looked at Kael.

Something that was waiting for an Heir. To Be Continued...

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.”

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.

And this time, the target wasn't the heir to the West fortune. It was the spare.

"There might… there might be one avenue. A loophole. An interpretation so archaic, so rarely considered, it’s practically forgotten." Damien’s head snapped up. "What loophole?" "The Heir Clause," Franklin said slowly, choosing his words with deliberate care, "specifies a 'direct, legitimate heir of the body born to the Principal Beneficiary or his lawful spouse.'" My breath hitched. "Born." The word was a physical blow. Damien flinched almost imperceptibly.

With all his assets frozen and buried under a mountain of crushing debt, he was driven to insanity. Without me even having to lift a finger, my bodyguards immediately stepped forward to pin Edward flat against the ground. He struggled violently and glared at me with a twisted, monstrous expression. "What gives you the right to act so high and mighty? I was the one raised as the heir to the Duncan family, while you're just some unwanted nobody that your own parents didn't even want! What right do you have to steal Clara, and why do you get to stand here?" Staring down at him, I suddenly found the spectacle pointless. "You're pathetic, Edward."