The Heir Novels & Stories

Cassian asked, and he nodded with a smile. "You won't have to marry her or anything like that, just choose a woman who isn't materialistic and doesn't crave too much attention, as it could bring us significant problems in the future," he said, shrugging and taking the papers from his son's hands. "Why all of this?" Cassian asked, indignant with his father's attitude. "I want you to have an heir," he said, as if it were the easiest thing in the world.

Theodor, a 29-year-old man, is the first grandson of Gilbert Jansen Burg, the owner of Burg Corporation, and has been named the company's heir. That doesn't necessarily make Theodor big-headed or dependent on his family. Theodor felt he was carrying a Very Heavy mandate, so he always wanted to feel perfect at every opportunity. Theodor was such a genius that his grandfather felt. He had made no mistake in choosing the heir to his fortune. "My grandson, you're finally home. How was the company today?" "Yes, as usual. Very busy." Theodor said. "Good, good. You're a child genius." Gilbert complimented.

"Um, well, later I'll think about the things that will complicate the decisions I've made. Only when I'm at that point will I think about what I should do. Also, as a mother, I have a big right to my daughter if ever he complains and demands custody of our daughter. I will fight for my rights." "But... sister Lia, I surely miss Princess Khianna so badly. She's our only baby at home. Sister Lia, you can go back alone but please leave her here alone. I promise to take good care of her. Just visit her regularly here in Canada." Alpha said and begged because it's true that Khianna is the only one who gives comfort and energy to their house. "That's impossible to happen little sis. Princess can't

“I declare this today and all of you here are my eyewitnesses, my eldest daughter, Audrey RedField will become my heir, everything I have will be given to her. Everything, including control of this household. I will repeat myself again, Audrey RedField is my heir!” “Nooo!”

"From the very beginning, the heir was the one in Stella's belly!" "This was just an unacknowledged bastard, a creature no one wanted. Why should he have been born?" "So he could live his life branded as a 'mutt'?" I was a walking corpse, shuffling toward the future Don, leaving a trail of scarlet on the floor. Each step left a bloody footprint, a gruesome trail of what we had lost. I stopped right in front of him and asked, my voice devoid of emotion. "Tell me, who was ever looking forward to the birth of the true Gallo heir?"

Bryan blurted out, “Why do you think I could even remember how she smelled? We didn’t have any closer interactions than shaking hands and social small talk,” “I’m sorry if you feel offended. Alright, difficult to describe over the phone. Let’s meet after you come back. Have a good vacation!” Bryan sighed after he hung up the call. Both as the heirs of a family business, Vincent had a tougher life to get what he deserved as the heir than him, of course with a higher wealth level too. As the sole heir of S&T group, he had a happy family and did not take much to get control of the law firm business. Vincent, on the other hand, was

he whispered as he looked at the dead that littered the ground with rage and guilt. The Priest rushed to him. “My Lord,” he fell on his feet before him. “Give me your commands.” The Heir pulled him up and turned to the survivors. “My name is Alaris. I am the Heir that was promised. Your suffering ends here!” Then he turned to the Priest. “Take me to the rest.” “Yes, My Lord.” The Priest bowed. Then he turned to the people and yelled. “The Heir is here!” They chanted back. “Saviour! Saviour! Saviour!”

Nick asked as he held her by the waist. Celine put her arms around him and smiled up at him "It's a yes and will always be a yes Nick, I love you more than life it self and I will always want you and little Alice and more children to come"She said "I love you my crazy heiress"he said softly "And I too"Celine sighed as she gave him her heart and soul completely.

He was cut off by Thomas. My whole body tensed. The second in command turned sharply. “What are you talking about?” The young wolf stumbled back like he had seen a ghost. “The cursed heir,” he said and his voice cracked. “The cursed heir is waking.” My blood went cold because I don’t even know what he is saying but it is making sense. Arielle said she had a dream similar to this didn’t she? What does that fucking mean? HEIR? Where? Arielle stopped walking and her eyes were big and confused.

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.