The Heir Book Novels & Stories

'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.

"Why are you planning to take up a business course? You like cooking more, right?" That's when she hears him sigh, putting down the book and darted his eyes at her. The look on his face is kinda dull, it's like he is asking her why ask something that has a simple answer? "No matter what I do or where I go, I'm still the Maledict heir. There's just no escaping that part, Hayley. You are an heiress too, aren't you?"

What's wrong with your stupid brain, huh? Anna tried to straighten out the situation even though she couldn't control her emotions. 'Tch, you're still denying it. Why? Do you think I can't do it huh? You know it so well that I'm the heir to the Lawson group. You can get all the wealth that I will have once you become mine. So, you just submit to me and don't need much resistance to become mine.' Anna could only continue to stare and look for where all of Liam's crazy thoughts were coming from. Until... 'So tell me, how much would I have to give you, so I have a fucking night with you tonight?'

In its shadow, something stirs: a creature of brine and bile, a tangle of merrow limbs and screaming human faces. *"The King's Heir,"* Soren spits. "Born from the rot you left behind." The Heir's many eyes snap to me. It *recognizes* the storm. Eden backs toward the exit. "We need to go. *Now*." Too late. ---

"I can't be this person. I am unable to inherit darkness. Still holding the book tightly, I collapsed to my knees. I felt as though I was being choked by the weight of the truth. I had trouble breathing, and my heart was beating. How is this possible? How could such evil power be linked to my lineage? In my head, the words on the pages danced, echoing and repeating. I was the Shadow Heir. I was more than just a First Kingdom descendant. I was the heir to the exiled one, the one doomed to conceal themselves in the shadows. According to the book, the kingdom would rise again when the powers of the shadow returned, but this time, the person who had fallen into darkness would rule it.

He frowned, “watch your tone.” “I asked you a question, Lucas. Don't mess with me.” I replied, with anger burning within me. “Why shouldn't I mess with you? Who are you? You're nothing but a pathetic heiress with nothing in her bank account. No money, no assets. Nothing.” “My child is in Kate. You can't do this to me!” I wailed, “God, you're quite slow.” I blinked.

Its crystal eyes flashed white, and a voice like grinding rocks filled her head: “Heir.” The word hit her like a shock. Liora screamed, falling to her knees. The journal burned her hands. The firelight twisted around her and the statues’ voices kept saying in her head, over and over, until it hurt: “Heir. Heir. Heir.” “Stop it!” Ash yelled, hitting a statue with his poker. It sparked, but the statue didn’t move, like he hit a mountain. Kael’s knife scratched a statue, but the blade broke. The statue didn’t even notice.

ZANA’S POV I sat with that for a moment. Then I closed the book and handed it back to Rhea. I reached down, pulled my sock back up, put my boot on, and laced it. I did all of this slowly and without looking up, because I needed something to do with my hands while I thought of what she just said. Last surviving heir. Last surviving heir?! What was this? A movie? A YA fantasy? "There's an explanation for this," I said. "One that doesn't involve any of that." I nodded at the book. "There's a logical explanation that I just don't have yet."

He had landed himself in trouble! This was a disaster! Rachel’s next sentence made Chester even more flustered. “Philip Clarke is the heir to the main Clarke family. The one you kidnapped is the youngest princess of the main Clarke family.” Thump! In a flash, Chester staggered and almost lost his balance. How could this be…

The cool satisfaction of a man who believes everything is proceeding exactly as planned. I raised my glass in return, my smile flawless. I hope you can still smile like this, Dominic. Three days from now. When your heir is gone— and you finally understand what it cost you to underestimate me.