Christopher Paolini Inheritance Books Novels & Stories

If he felt the same thing I did, he didn’t show it. But just as his lips parted, a cold wind swept into the hall. Followed by the loud caw of a hawk. In its claws was a white parchment that fell into the hands of my grandfather. Thanks to years of our tradition being deeply ingrained, no one in the hall, maybe except alpha Stormfang questioned what was happening. “It’s here,” I breathed My first trial.

CHAOS’ POV I let my mind wander back to all that has happened today, the unending catching up and what not. In as much as it felt good to be alive, it didn’t help that this place awakened bad memories for me and to make matters worse, my innocent son, okay my semi-innocent son Xavier was here in this infested pack.

When his windpipe was cut, his hands tried to cover the wound, but soon only his body's instinctive twitching remained. Gaspare collapsed. Before I left, I dragged his corpse away from Vera's grave. Someone as filthy as him did not deserve to die in front of such a good person. Through the white mist of early morning, I placed a paper crane I had been clutching onto Vera's grave. It was the first gift Vera had given me when we met. After Gaspare's death, all the port shares and distribution channels across the state were redistributed. The Volpe family foundation's shameful practice of using students for sexual bribery transactions was also exposed, which made them the target of public outra

A brilliant, frighteningly intelligent boy who had already demonstrated a talent for financial warfare. He hadn't just been hidden from political enemies. He had been sitting on one of the most powerful financial inheritances in Europe without knowing its full significance. "Claire knew?" "She knew enough." "That's why he wanted Veronica." My voice became dangerously quiet. "Christopher attacked her because of Julian's inheritance?" "He wanted the encryption keys." The memory of the A1 crash hit me. Smoke. Broken glass. Veronica bleeding in my arms. Julian being pursued through a service tunnel days later.

What was he thinking? "I hired a P. I look into his life," why would you hire a PI? "It seems his name is Liam Wolfe, one of the youngest sons of a war hero Ian Wolfe and a Polynesian dancer, Rosie Wolfe. Born in Hawaii, I have three older brothers and a twin brother name Logan. I also have the PI see into his twin brother, and he told me Logan is dating your friend, Effie?" It's not a question because she doesn't know, but the type of why the fuck is she dating him? That type of problem.

She needs to know what is hers. My pulse spikes. Leverage. Insurance. My mother didn't just run; she stole something massive enough to keep the Patriarch at bay for twenty years. That’s why we survived in poverty—she was holding a gun to their heads from the shadows. I turn the page, desperate to find what it is. The inheritance is hidden in— I stop. The rest of the page is gone. It’s been ripped out, violently torn from the binding. The jagged edge of the paper is yellowed, leaving only a cruel, empty space where the answer should be.

“We’re considering options. All options. Including whether we want to keep fighting for something that’s brought us nothing but pain.” Jessica leaned forward. “That’s quite a statement. Pierce Holdings is worth billions an Avalon's grandmother built an empire.” “His grandmother also forced us into marriage. Created a situation that has gotten people killed maybe her empire isn’t worth dying for.” The interview continued for another hour but the bomb had been dropped. Selene Castellano Pierce was questioning the inheritance. The article would publish tomorrow morning and then they’d see who took the bait. The article hit at 6 AM. HEIR IN CRISIS: Selene Pierce Questions Whether Billion-Dollar

According to the Moretti family's rules, my twin sister Chloe and I were supposed to inherit our grandmother's trust when we turned eighteen. But the night before the trust was unlocked, my mother came to us with red-rimmed eyes and told us the family was three million dollars in debt. We needed to pay it off immediately. My fiancé Damian held my hand and moved our wedding date up to the end of the year. He promised we'd face it together. That night, Chloe and I both signed the waiver. Three days later, I got my Harvard acceptance letter with a full scholarship. I rushed home early to share the news—and walked straight into the living room projector still running. On the screen was a g