Walk Away With His Heir Novels & Stories

"You need to come with me," Raven said urgently. "What do you mean?" I asked, confused. Raven had been absolutely insistent ever since she finished examining me. Leave. Today. Not tomorrow. Not after I had time to think. Today. The word echoed through my mind like a death sentence. Leave my pack. Leave my home. Leave my friends. Leave Lyall. All because of a child I hadn't even known existed twenty-four hours ago. A child that apparently wasn't normal.

"I'm not going to do that” He shifted but stayed close, "you've pushed a marriage too far back even with all the chances I gave you to find someone of your choice” he coughed and his body shook as an effect. He cleared his throat and continued, "I can't die without seeing it. You're my only grandson” Of course he had to add that. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, "Yet I'm not your only grandchild, you have other grandchildren and they are married” He spoke quickly, "You're the heir to this family." He squeezed my hand in his, “It is your duty to continue the legacy rightly"

“Tuesday, Dad.” “I’ll cancel my schedule.” he patted my shoulder. “And welcome to Kings, you start immediately after your wedding.” I smiled, and Gina loosened her grip, that’s the main reason we came here for. “Thanks, father.” I bowed slightly. “It’s okay,” he said walk-in back to his seat. “Just do well to prove yourself worthy.” “I’ll do that.” “I need a really competent heir.” The word hung in the air. He wanted me to reach for it—to beg, to promise, to show my hunger.

I've never been the type to rush over things, they wanted evidence, they will have to wait for it and while they wait, time to rile up William further. "How do you feel, having no heir, brother?" I asked, looking directly at him. That's the only way the elders would know I was referring to him. "What do you mean by that statement?" An elder asked, his tone sharp and disrespectful. I glare at him, shutting him up at once. "Shut the hell up, Kayden." Ezekiel shuns, fidgeting once again. They ugly vein appearing on his forehead. "He has Brown as his heir, Kayden. What are you saying?" The first elder asked.

Jodie Stafford, the wealthiest heiress in Jensford, suffers a horrific car crash that leaves her paralyzed from the waist down, jeopardizing her claim to Stafford Corp. When the news reaches home, my adopted brother, Liam Gordon, drops to his knees in the living room and begs me to take his place in the arranged marriage. Holding my glass of water, I sneer as I take a step back. "Back then, you looked down on me—the real heir you brought back from the countryside—saying I was too uncultured to be presentable, so you forced the marriage alliance with the Stafford family on Liam instead. "Now that Ms. Stafford is paralyzed and a liability, you want me to take his place? Not a chance in hel

The gold foil glinted in the warm lighting. “If you choose not to take it,” Andre continued, “I won’t stop you, and I won’t chase you anymore. But the company will go to the wolves. There are dozens of heirs, and none of them are prepared to lead. If you walk away, it could collapse.” He stood slowly, straightening his coat. His gaze moved between the two of them. “I hope I’ll see you both again,” he said, and then, without waiting for a response, he turned and walked out the door, leaving silence in his wake.

I'm just letting you know what's going on in the world outside. - My son is my heir. - And where is Romeo? – the vampire looks around theatrically – I don't see him here. Oh, it's true, he ran away with a werewolf, and you don't know where he is. That's your heir. A gay man who runs away with the first pair of pants he sees without caring in the slightest about the kingdom or the species he takes to bed. In microseconds, Vlad has come down from the podium, and his hands are around his uncle's neck.

Synopsis The ink on the $50 million breakup check was barely dry. I walked straight into the clinic, ready to end it. I was still sitting in the waiting room when some translucent words floated right in front of my face. [Oh no. Those are literally the only two kids Julian Brock will ever have!] [That idiot surgeon messed up during the kidney donation. Julian saved his precious ex, but he walked out completely sterile!] [She’s sitting on a multi-trillion-dollar empire and she's about to flush it down the toilet? Is she insane?] I froze right at the door. I turned around and bolted for the exit. Abort? Hell no. Meet my two little golden tickets.

I have always been a stickler for the rules. In elementary school, our class holds an election for class president. The teacher ignores the vote and appoints the principal's son instead. I follow the school's rule that whoever receives the majority vote should win, gather all 42 students, and take the election straight to the principal's office to redo the vote. When I grow up and start working, my boss hands me a thousand-dollar expense receipt and orders me to file a ten-thousand-dollar reimbursement claim. I refuse, as it violates company policy. The manager laughs. "Here, whatever the boss says goes. Learn to bend when you can, or the company may decide it needs someone more obedien

I hurt her I know that but I have made my decision clear. I straightened, drawing in a final breath of the West, the stone, the fire, the weight I had carried since I was barely more than a boy. "I name the heir," I said formally. "Bound by blood, magic, and law. May they rule stronger than I ever could. My brother will soon lead this pack to glory even better than I did." The words sealed themselves into the air. As we all know that my mother is carrying a boy. He would be Alpha. I turned and walked out before anyone could stop me.