Harry Potter Fanfiction Gringotts Inheritance Test の小説・ストーリー

“I’ve never found true love like I’ve found with Gregory. We love each other.” Gregory cleared his throat, and I felt his body stiffen. Once this was all over, he would question me and possibly punish me for such boldness, but I had taken control of the game and decided to use the situation to my advantage. Gregory didn’t realize it, but by helping him, I was also helping myself. I barely noticed that the old man had spent a few minutes analyzing the situation, which had left Gregory impatient. “Let’s see, then, if what you say is true, Miss Scott,” he said, adjusting the expensive suit he wore. “The inheritance will only be given to Gregory when you give me a great-grandchild. It’s time to

Memories of her flooded my mind—her tireless work to keep us afloat, the nights she’d come home too exhausted to speak, the quiet pain in her eyes when I asked about my father. “Why didn’t she ever tell me?” I murmured, more to myself than to Charles. He gave me a sympathetic look. “Perhaps she had her reasons. We can discuss that later. What’s important now is that Mr. Callahan left instructions for you to inherit a significant portion of his estate. However…” “However?” I echoed, my voice shaking. “These are the conditions.” Of course there were. I should’ve known. Charles continued, “First, you must verify your identity through a DNA test. This is standard procedure to confirm any claims

"That's not true! It's been our family inheritance, passed down from generation to generation, from my father's side. That's the only thing my grandmother has left of my grandfather and you wicked people want to snatch it from us!" But the brunette wasn't about to give up, pointing her finger in the face of the chestnut, her voice rising with each emotional beat. "Which inheritance can your family, that we had to feed, have? It's ours, you lying thief!" The stakes increased from the chestnut again. I massaged my forehead. 'This is what you call simple? Was he lying to me?' "Enough!" I commanded. They both looked at me. Now that the hall was quieter and I could think clearer, I looked off to

Harry didn’t want to stain the meaning of love with fleeting desire. “Bella, are you into fashion?” Harry masked his nervousness with a different topic. Arabella blinked in surprise. Oh, maybe Harry thought she worked at the boutique because she was interested in fashion. That might be part of it. But at the time, she had just been looking for something to do. And she also wanted to investigate the inheritance her late mother had left—an inheritance her father had taken. All of that plan had completely failed, considering her father’s declining health. Even though her father was a jerk for taking what was rightfully hers, Arabella didn’t want to see him suffer.

“Just… let someone in next time, okay?” I didn’t answer. He didn’t push. Once he was gone, I forced myself to eat, showered, and sat back down on my bed with a towel around my shoulders, staring blankly at the bottle again. It was empty now. The hangover was receding, but my chest felt no lighter. I told myself again… No more Ronan. The days ahead would change everything. In a few more nights, I would undergo my first Inheritance Ceremony… a sacred rite that would awaken parts of my bloodline, strengthen my magic, and maybe, finally… give me answers about my mother. About where I came from.

"I didn't give her a chance to talk.", Harry said expressing his frustration. "She had ignored me for months, and all of a sudden, she just waltzed in after all the hurt she had caused me. I just didn't want her to reject me again." Anastasia felt Harry's pain, she understood why Harry had resorted to a contract marriage. Harry had fallen in love and had gotten burnt. "There is something I wanted to discuss with you that night", Harry said, "I found out that I have to remain married for six months otherwise my inheritance will be handed over to my nephew. "

He took me to his cabin, while I stood before the table, he searched eloquently for something. He murmured to himself-" It should be somewhere here... Ahh!!! Got it." He came down with a wand in hand and handed it over to me. He said-" You might need this" I looked at the wand carefully taking it in my hand and I found two names engraved in it, which say "Always and forever Gracious & Jonney". I frowned in confusion. It was from my parents!!!. But how does mom's name engraved in it, she was a human. Then how...?

Grainne didn't want to look at those two anymore, she looked around once, but saw no sign of Harry, so she worriedly asked: "Caroline Elizabeth, where is my son? What have you done to the boy?" At the mention of Harry, Carwyn Levi's eyes immediately grew colder, he shouted to Caroline Elizabeth: "Speak!" "Carwyn Levi, don't get mad, listen to me, I didn't hurt her child at all, I'm doing this for our future, I have a heart. that's good!" Caroline Elizabeth is extremely delusional and wants to wash away all her sins. Carwyn Levi coldly snorted: "Have kindness? Get rid of that kindness of yours, and as for the future you speak of, in this Carwyn Levi's future there is no longer you." “Carwyn L

"Baby, what's wrong? Talk to me." I was lost about where to start or how to unravel the tale I'd been told. There were too many moving pieces and parts I wasn't familiar with to paint an accurate picture. While rationally, I should have been more careful with my word choice, what flew out at the moment was less than eloquent. "Gwendolyn thinks you need to have Legend tested." His face contorted with confusion. "Tested? For what? He seems healthy as a horse." "Huntingtons. It's hereditary." And just like that, the cat was out of the bag, and the weight began to lift from my shoulders. It wasn't fair to James, yet anytime I needed to unload, he'd always helped me carry my burden—this was no di

“My granddad and the others probably came to tell me that my dad wasn’t their biological son. They want us to give up on inheriting the property. If we don’t, they’ll likely negotiate with us. Getting my parents’ property back without fighting a lawsuit is the best-case scenario.” If Old Mr. Hunt really wanted to negotiate, Serenity would be willing to do it too. However, there was no way she would give up on her inheritance. “Me and Granddad’s DNA test results will be out within these two days. I’ll see how they can continue making this up after I get the results.” “It’ll be ready by tomorrow. I’ll go and get the results with you.” Serenity smiled. “Okay.” “Mrs. York.” “Seren.”