The Heir And The Spare Novels & Stories

"That's enough!" Derek suddenly yelled, glaring at me with pure contempt. "Let me tell you the truth—I'm the heir of the Astor family. When my parents get here tomorrow, forget a few dozen—I could give you hundreds! Thousands! You're nothing but a pathetic loser. Who are you to humiliate me?" With that, he shoved past me and ran out. Estelle's face darkened as she snapped at me, "Happy now? You really did hit your head. Now nobody's happy. Just pack your things and come with me!"

And a note scribbled at the bottom: "Henry's will leaves everything to the child with the most heirs. You have three. I'll have two. But mine are healthy. Yours are defective. Game on." ---

he said quietly, “if you go in, you won’t come out the same.” My breath caught. I stared at him. “Then what do I do?” I asked. Marcus looked at the tunnel. His voice was quiet. “You let her choose,” he said. My heart stopped. My eyes widened. “What?” I whispered. Marcus looked at me. “You are not the heir,” he said. “You’re the key.” My chest tightened. My mind screamed. “You said I was the heir,” I whispered. Marcus nodded. “You are,” he said. “But not the heir of the spine.”

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 teased. Sienna laughed. “No. Another Monroe & Lancaster legacy. Built on love, not power.” As they stood there, surrounded by everything they’d fought for, Damien knew that their story wasn’t about escaping the Lancaster name. It was about creating something far greater. A future worth fighting for. The End. Congratulations! Married to the Heir has officially reached its final chapter.

"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.]

Margaret sneered. "Get a grip, Felix. That Vivian girl was just some commoner trying to marry into money. Getting rid of her bastard child is nothing but a benefit to this family." "Bastard?" Felix shot up, his eyes bloodshot. "Mom, do you have any idea who you killed?" He stood, trembling with rage. "Vivian was carrying the one and only heir to the Blackwood family!" Margaret's wine glass froze mid-air.

A girl I barely remembered from a yoga class once commented on one of my ancient I*******m posts with: “Wait. Is your son THE Wolfe heir?” I stood in Lucien’s penthouse kitchen in one of his oversized T-shirts, barefoot and completely overwhelmed. Leo, on the other hand, sat at the island with a banana pancake and a crown made of napkins he’d proudly taped together. Completely unbothered. “Mommy,” he said between bites, “what does ‘heir’ mean?” I blinked. “Where did you hear that?” “On TV.” He shrugged. “Some lady with a lot of makeup said I’m the Wolfe heir. Do I have to wear a crown now? Is it heavy?”

Hallow laughed, gazing at his son, and said, "Of course! The Hallow and the Riders are going to become a household name not only locally, but internationally. Now that your daughter is joining our family, we will make sure to take good care of her." "My father is right. Savannah is such a precious gem. Even though this is an arranged marriage and I haven't got to know her that well, just the way she carries herself shows her virtue and innocence." Brian said, watching Savannah with such fondness in his eyes, that Mr.Hallow chuckled. Glowing with pride that his year's plan was finally becoming fruitful, Mr. Rider said, "Of course, my Savannah is a lady of class and elegance. As her father, I

'But he does know that you've made a will leaving everything to him, all the shares in the bank? David shook his head again. 'Snd after what you've just told me, I am having second thoughts. I need an Heir to carry on after me at the bank and you need a father for your baby. The child will have my blood in his veins afterall, it seems a perfect solution to both our problems, don't you agree? So, Sharon, will you marry me?' She almost thought for a moment that she hadn't heard him correctly and she didn't answer, just looked at him blankly.