The Spare And The Heir Novels & Stories

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."

“Answer me. Is this what you want too?” He avoided my eyes at first. His hand tightened around the arm of the sofa, and for a moment he actually looked uneasy. Then he said in a low voice, “Selene is carrying a pup. The pack needs an heir. Once the child is born, I can make arrangements. We can still be together afterward.” He wanted me to step aside, let another woman bear his supposed heir, and then wait until he decided to come back to me. Selene lowered her eyes and rested one hand on her stomach, looking every bit the wronged, delicate she-wolf.

Because of what the connection whispered next. The Lost Heir has returned. The words echoed through every part of me. Lost Heir. Not Eighth Heir. Lost. Which meant... The Well Keeper had told me the Seven Heirs were one family. If there was a Lost Heir... Then someone hadn't been added to history. Someone had been erased from it. The hooded figure slowly lifted one hand. The sky above the throne darkened. The fracture across the heavens widened. And a voice, calm enough to chill the soul, carried across impossible distances.

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?”

I said slowly, the name foreign in my mouth. He smirked. “So you do remember.” “I’ve never seen you in my life.” “Of course not,” Adrian said. “That was part of the plan.” Ava stepped back. “What plan?” Rachel folded her arms. “Your father had two heirs. But only one was meant to inherit the Cross empire. The other was insurance.” “You were the spare,” Adrian added. My pulse raced. "No. "That is not possible." Adrian shrugged. "Then how do you explain this?" He removed a worn photo from his coat—two baby boys. Matching eyes. Matching smiles. Matching birthdates.

“Copy. Reinforcements coming in 10 minutes.” “10 minutes is too long. Make it 5.” “We’ll do our best, sir.” The little girl looked up at Jorgen, smiling at him. Deep inside, Jorgen wished and hoped nothing would happen to them tonight. After all, this little girl is very precious. She came from an influential family who might and can change the world. The most precious Heir of the Ambroise family. The car continued to speed up, only when the driver lost his focus on the road as the car behind them rammed into them. The driver lost the steering wheel for a second, which caused them to almost crash.

She is meeting with the stranger she will be getting married to in a week. You would wonder what the Spencer family gets in return if her family planned all of this. An heir. That is all that was required of her. A loveless marriage to produce an heir. The two families, Spenser and Hastings had sworn long ago to strengthen the alliance between them. Cassandra tried to keep her mind off the reading of the will, just two weeks ago, everything was perfect. Her life was normal and all other things were going on well. Two weeks ago, her boyfriend, Mark…

He nodded, “Connie will be in shortly with discharge instructions. I want to see you back here in a week.” After receiving discharge instructions from Connie, we bundled up our babies and walked to the packhouse. As soon as we walked in, we were bombarded by people. Aunt Piper, Uncle Ace, Honi, Nyx, Andrew and Jacob came running up to us, trying, and failing, to be quiet. Aunt Piper and Honi each take a baby and Andrew, Jacob and Uncle Ace go to admire them Andrew asked, “So which one is our alpha heir?” I replied, “That would be the bigger one. His name is Kenneth.” The smaller one is the beta heir for Cold Springs Pack.”

'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.

"I love you more, my forever bed spacer." She laughed. END Note: Read part 2 about the love story of Gerald and Cindy……