Hawthorne House Inheritance Games Novels & Stories

It showed an encrypted, unlisted line, and beneath it, a short, automated text notification from the Hawthorne family’s private security mainframe flashed in bold, urgent red letters. Then Adrian turned to his friends. I think we should play a game he said with a slight evident grin.

In our vampire world, inheritance is governed by Blood Oath Succession. Only those acknowledged by the head of the House may inherit. Since my son was denied recognition by the Brown family— He would return with me to House Sterling. And become the future Vampire King.

The doors behind me closed with a quiet but final sound that made my chest tighten. I had seen large houses before. But this wasn't it. It was an empire . Hawthorne House was nothing like the places I had cleaned before. The floor beneath my shoes wasn't tile or cheap wood,it was polished white marble that reflected the towering chandeliers . The walls were lined with towering columns and oil paintings framed in gold. Everything looked pristine, untouched like dust was too afraid to settle . I felt like I had accidentally wandered into a place I didn't belong. Everything gleamed.

He moved his keen gaze to Arnold, who found himself standing a little taller under that brazen inspection. "Are there any more threats here that need to be eliminated?" Arnold's jaw clenched tightly as he shook his head, feeling Alice tremble against his side. "Just him." The rest were simply hired muscle." "Then leave them," Hawthorne told his troops with a wave of his hand. "We have no quarrel with mercenaries, only their paymaster." Four soldiers charged forward and grabbed Harris' limbs as he groaned. The colonel stared impassively as the gasping guy was carried away, his lips still uttering wordless insults and diatribes. When they'd vanished into the waiting helicopter's jaws, Hawthor

Arlan Hawthorne had first seen her bringing food to her mother while she was cleaning the floors of the hallways at the company. He must have heard her telling her mother about how brilliantly she'd made all her papers with an "A". Mr. Arlan had taken a liking to her ever since, and even made it mandatory for his grandson to take her as a wife if he wanted to receive the special 30 percent of the inheritance he had set aside for him ever since he was a kid. With little or no choice of his own, Davey had given in just to get hold of the special inheritance. His mother had been furious, even too furious to partake in the wedding activities.

Getting up from the sofa, she shouted, “No! I did not violate the rules. Take a look! Barbara is here. She still lives in this house with me!” Morris twitched an eyebrow. He turned to the family on his left. Seeing the same furrowed brows, he leaned his head forward. “For your information,” his tone was gentle, “Mrs. Harris can claim the inheritance if she and her daughter can survive in this house for one month. The late Rowan seemed to hope that the two parties would get along.” “We get along!” Melanie nodded quickly. “You saw how that little girl grabbed my hand just now? She invited me to sit down! That's proof that there is closeness between us."

Marissa read hers, "I'm a single Mom's daughter, I was gravely ill, not later I found out the medicine she bought as cure is poisoning me so I had a hidden grudge on her. I'm a killer. The target will be blindfolded and hide from the killers, and the killers can choose to catch the target and tickle her or help her escape the other killers. The blindfolded target can have a chance to stop the tickling if he or she will be able to name the killer in front of her. We played the game afterwards after explaining it briefly to them. The game appeared to be fun and successful, if I do say so myself. "That was fun!" Marissa said, panting from running all afternoon. "Yeah," they all said.

But then he kept reading. "However, this inheritance comes with one condition." Mr. Hargrove met my eyes. "Alexandra must reside in the family home for a full year starting from the date of this reading. During that time, under the guidance of her stepfather, Dean Billie, she must enter into marriage. If not, she loses her inheritance.”

"The 'Hawke' family has successfully 'Liquidated' the old 'Source-Code'. Phase Four: The Universal Audit begins now. Target: The 'Inheritor'." Ethan Hawke looked at his "Broken" hands. He had killed the "Accountant," but he had inadvertently unlocked the "Mainframe" for a "Higher-Level Alpha."

"I didn't believe she'd actually leave..." A long sigh escaped the old man. "Today's wedding has nothing to do with you. I kept you here because I have an announcement to make." He paused, took a document from his assistant, and mounted the stage. "I'm old. The company needs new blood. The Harrington estate splits fifty-fifty. Cole and Julian each inherit half." Before the words settled, Cole's face went red. "Half? A bastard gets half my inheritance?" My own expression had chilled. "Henry, that's not what we agreed."