The Spare And The Heir Novels & Stories

Instantly, both women grew tense as she sat up, and they took a couple of steps back. When she saw that it was Chief Rasch calling, she waved her hand aggressively, commanding, "Leave me!" Not even wanting to get told that twice, the women ran from the private spa room, and Madam Rider answered the phone, asking, "What do you have for me?" "Your husband has harvested a good amount of bone marrow from his bastard." Chief Rasch said in a mocking manner that made her roll her eyes. "Meaning?" "The boy is now useless to him. He's disposable."

"And if he chooses wrong?" "Then I'll be the one to stop him." Her voice cracked. "I'm the spare, Sophie. That's not just a title. If the heir falls, the spare is supposed to kill him before the Aegis can use him to destroy the bloodline. That's the real reason my parents kept me alive. Not as a weapon. As a fail-safe." The words hit me like a body check. "Jace doesn't know." "No. And he can't. Not yet. If he finds out his own sister is prepared to kill him—" She stopped. "He needs to trust me. Trust us. Until the draft is over and the Volkov agent is found."

"The one who refused to be siphoned. You are the anomaly I was waiting for, Zora Vane. You and the man who refused to stay dead." He turned his gaze to Dante. "The 'Third Heir' upstairs is holding the sky, but he is a stone King. He cannot rule a world of flesh. And the twin in your arms... he is the 'Shadow-Heir,' the one who remembers the pain. Neither of them is whole." "What are you saying?" Dante growled, his "Void-Titan" form flickering with an unstable, violet light.

Infront of them lies a young man who's body was shredded to pieces but still alive. That's how he met the heir in that such situation. He's too young as he put it that way. But now; he could not fathom this such surprised he's feeling right now. *Who could be the other heir of mythacierre?* This questions lurked in his thought when his father saw him. "What's with the smile?" His father asked. king Spencer Etherio Guardous; the king of all the spirit Guardians, his father. Turning to his father, he bowed his head slightly for respect before he answered him. "I just witnessed a wonderful news father." He uttered excitements sensed in his tone. His father's forehead knotted in questions to his

I had been watching my 'future fiancé' for a little over a month and he was getting better and better. Thomas Conner, David Conner's heir, was my future fiancé by free and spontaneous pressure. He was somewhat immature, as he was always playing video games or going to strip clubs. He would be 30 years old, but his appearance is rather youthful, which makes me believe that he is going through some kind of mid-life crisis. I see him finally leaving the gym and laugh when I see his face with several bruises. I turn my attention away from him and focus on the man standing next to him, who is practically the image of a Greek god. He was much taller than George, making him practically disappear.

Prominently highlighted was Article VII, Clause Delta. The figure continued, "However the Council is not without… leniency. A path to redemption exists. You have one week, Alexander Sterling, to fix this breach. You will present yourself before the Council.. You will bring the true heir. The one who can uphold the covenant. The child of the Sterling bloodline. Ready to serve." The woman with the gavel brought it down with a thud. Alexander stared at the screen horrified. The true heir. They didn’t just want his company; they wanted Leo. His son, who was currently undergoing tests for a heart condition was now a pawn in a generations-old game.

“Why would I? I have what I came for.” Sera gasped. She looked down. Her arms were empty. “No,” she screamed. “No!” I tried to stand. Lucian held me. “Aria, don’t.” The council man backed away with the newborn in his arms. “Such a lovely child.” Damon lost control. “Put her down!” The man smirked. “One heir is enough. The spare will do nicely.” Sera sobbed. “Please.” I forced myself upright. My legs shook.

“Report to me everything that happens, every half a fucking hour. Get her anything she wants and make sure the punk with her leaves before four pm” “Of course, Sir and if she asks about you?” I laughed, taking my jacket off the pool chair. “She won’t” Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Howard Spiro and my father got along fucking well because they were each born into old money. Their grandfathers were rich oil tycoons from Greece, the title and the money being passed to every living blood in the family. While our family had three heirs, two sons who had become a disappointment to my father and a daughter who—well Luce was her own type of problem with commitment issues; Howard Spiro had only o

“I figured it out from the last name. He is a billionaire and apparently Alan’s uncle too.” “Well do you know that he’s supposed to be the next heir to all of the Bancroft Corporations?.” I pause listening more attentively. “What? But Alan is the—.” “Spare! Alan is just a spare. Archibald is the real heir so in case Archibald wants his inheritance back, he can take it!.” She said snapping her fingers. “In a blink of an eye! And I know because of that, he and Alan might not get along.”

He looked at Ava, his hand reaching out to pull her against his side as they began the slow walk back up toward the glass estate. "The contract we signed in that penthouse seems like a lifetime ago," Ava murmured, looking up at her husband. "That contract was just a transaction, Chairwoman," Caleb whispered, his lips brushing the crown of her head with an absolute, lifelong devotion. "This... this is a dynasty. And nobody breaks our house." As the sun fully cleared the horizon, bathing the Spencer-Miller estate in a brilliant, blinding gold, Ava looked back at the ocean one last time. They had started as a ruthless billionaire and a broken maid bound by a fake marriage. But they had rewritte