The Heir Book Novels & Stories

The room was dusty, cluttered with boxes and furniture, and the detritus of a lifetime. In the corner, on a wooden trunk, sat a stack of leather-bound books. She opened the first one. January 15, 1985. I met a woman today. Her name is Margaret. She's beautiful, intelligent, and completely unafraid of me. I think I'm in love. Isabella read on through the courtship, the marriage, and the birth of her mother. Through Alexander's rise to power, his crimes, and his regrets. Through the years of secrets and lies and the slow destruction of his own soul.

It will be free for an extended period of time (I thought that might be better than keeping this book going). The title is: The Alpha's Heir Let's hope that that doesn't give too much away!

The words hit like a live wire: In the event the line of legal heirs is compromised, all designated Cross assets revert to Alina Rivers. For a second, I just stare. Then a slow, sharp smile pulls at my mouth. “Of course,” I whisper. “You brilliant bastard.” Because that clause doesn’t just name me, it gives me leverage over the Cross empire itself. If Nathaniel’s line is tainted, if Elena’s power play crumbles, then everything falls straight into my hands. I lean back, laugh once—low, bitter, satisfied. Checkmate’s closer than they think. The phone buzzes again. Theo.

I don't really know this lady but I love her already. "Anyways we had to make a stop and then come here, if he could take me back home he definitely would but I am grateful there wasn't time" "He could have let you go yourself but he didn't. Maybe that's something" "That's nothing. He just wants to make sure I get rid of it, he goes with all of us" what a douchebag. "Doesn't he want an heir? I mean he is Don" "He does have an heir. He doesn't want competition so I guess that's why"

answered Blake, who kept his eyes straight, looking at the wall across where he stood. Then, at least look at her when saying those words. Alise was about to cry, and she didn’t want any of them to see her. Alise didn’t want them to think she was ungrateful and such. But none of them thought of her that way. They knew she was just lost. “Then what am I supposed to do now?” Her voice wavered. “To ensure your protection, we’ll announce that the family’s heir is back. These seven boys have been trained for years and dedicated their lives to you. You’ll be attending Prestigious Academy. There, you will learn various things.”

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.

Grandma said and I heaved a sigh of relief She's going to start with John and Hazel so Mitchell and I will know our fate by then but I have a feeling that Mitchell is going to become the heiress. How great will it be for a heir and heiress to be together? We will conquer the world together and make so many histories. TBC........ ©️ Tricia

I glance down at my hand, a bruise-like pigment stood clear on the side of my hand, although I tried to cover it with a tattoo, it is still there. "How'd you know this?" I glared at him. He is really testing my temper. "I have the same one..." He shows his hand and look at me, "It's our family's mark. Anyone who has it, is the next heir to the throne. The next king that is destined to lead my people will be the only one who would bear this mark." He pointed down on my mark and made me look at him by pulling me down, "Son, I have lost your father, I cannot bear to lose you too."

Heather's voice is filled with worry and sorrow as she reveals her greatest fear. Heather has never been confident in her appearance. She doesn't think she is ugly, but she also doesn't think she is beautiful. She has been overlooked her entire life and has accepted it. Then the most eligible bachelor in the city starts showing an interest in her. Heather has been waiting for the other shoe to drop; the longer it takes, the more she falls for Casey. Now she is terrified of the moment Casey realizes he can do better and walks away because that will destroy Heather.

The priestess waited for him to recover, idly picking her nails, glancing at him once he stood, “Hear my words detok, for they come straight from the lips of the winter father” she started as the army took and knee, same with detok, “You detok, heir to both the winter and summer thrones has fallen short in the eyes of the rulers of both courts, particularly in my eyes for the thoughts of herandra matters little to me, you will have one chance to absolve yourself of this shame you have soiled me with. You will travel alone to the gates of artemon, there you will slay the prince and present his head to me as an act of apology, then and only then will I consider you my heir once again.”