Hawthorne House Inheritance Games Novels & Stories

Darius didn’t want to break the kiss neither did she but their lack of air made their wants unfulfilled as they broke apart with smiles on their faces. “I guess I’ve grown to like you too.” She brought one of her brows up, tilting her head slightly. “You guess?” He laughed and kissed her once more. - “Thank you all for coming tonight. As you know whoever the Tyler family chooses must be able to have kids, we need heirs who will be able to continue our great legacy. So after dinner, the women will have a sample of their blood taken to be tested for fertility and the men will each get cups where they will place their sperm to test their fertility. I expect to have your cups tomorrow at 10. Now

Ash and Hawke returned to the rest of us. "He's coming to stay with us, he's Lennex's only beneficiary and has inherited all that Lennex owned, which is several billions in antiquities alone, not counting properties," Ash told me and I nodded in surprise. Hawke smirked at Boris, Ardon and his brother, Remus. "Can they come stay with me," Hawke asked Ash and he shrugged. "It's your home, invite whomever you want," he said softly and Hawke fist pumped the air. Boris elbowed his mate and Ardon shrugged, neither caring much for where they went together. Ash came to my side and kissed my cheek.

Soleman house and confronted him about the tampered document. Mr. Soleman laughed very hard and took out another document from his coat. This time, that was the real record that they are looking for, Mr. Soleman asked for money again in exchange of the real file. But this time, he asked double the money that he had a while ago. William paid him this time but Angelic insisted that she must be the one to pay. William said that it was alright and Mr. Soleman gave them the real copy that they need. Mr. Soleman counted the amount he had on his palm and smiled as William and Angelic left.

“And now it’s yours.” She swallows hard. Noah stands close enough to catch her if she sways. Emily shifts into her cat form and hops onto a beam overhead. I take a deep breath. “Today,” I say, “we start with the beginning. The Warren bloodline. The Hallow. And why you were hidden.”

On one wall, Victor Drayke’s image flickered alive in holographic correspondence. “Your progress?” he asked. “Almost complete,” Charlotte replied. “Soon the inheritance clause runs itself, no courtroom required. When it activates, ownership transfers invisibly.” Drayke’s tone carried both pride and venom. “You’re sure Evelyn Hartman’s signature won’t collapse the set?” “I built it from her genome hash,” she said evenly. “I didn’t steal her name…I mathematically proved it.” “Brilliant,” he whispered. “And once the network believes she agreed to it…”

"Look at me Adeline. Do I look like I have any worthy collateral for the multi-millions we need" I had bought him new shirts. But Conrad still wore the ones with holes in them. "What if I take out a loan? I have properties of my—" Wait. I did not have properties of my own anymore. I had sold them out. "Maybe I could pawn some of my jewelry." "You have already pawned enough. The ones left are your family heirlooms and the ones your father specifically gifts you" "Maybe I could pawn those ones off?" “If your father finds out you are going to be disinherited"

he said coldly. ​Dizer looked at him. "Where?" ​Adrian didn't answer immediately. Instead, he drew a slow, steady breath before speaking. "It belongs to the Hawthorne family." ​Shadows and Secrets ​At the Shank Mansion, Camille paced nervously around her bedroom until her phone suddenly vibrated. She answered immediately. "Well?" ​The man on the other end chuckled darkly. "You wanted Blackridge slowed down. I've already made the first move." ​Camille lowered her voice to a whisper. "What did you do?"

And all of us, from old to young, know the game just got infinitely more complicated. I add the Old Man’s name to the board. The black ink bleeds slightly into the white surface, like it knows it belongs there. “Is there anything else we know?” I ask, scanning the room. Uncle John shifts his weight. His voice drops half a tone. “Yes. The last property ever registered to Harry’s name is the old ghost house on the south side of Sea Cliff.” He pauses. The words hit like a blunt object. The house where everything took place. That house.

Thinking of that, his expression changed, "Tell me, what do you want from me? " "Norton, I heard rumors that Grandma Richards was going to give Jenna the inheritance of Richards Manor that belonged to Hansen. Think about it, Grandma Richards was thinking of giving the inheritance to an outsider but not a Richards. It just doesn't make any sense," Aria narrowed her almond-shaped eyes and said in a low voice unwillingly.

Mira poured a couple of glasses of wine from a bottle she’d found open in the fridge and handed one to Matty. ‘Today is a day I never want to repeat,’ she said, raising her glass. ‘Here’s to the back of it.’ ‘That tough? ‘Honestly?’ she asked. ‘That would probably be best,’ Matty replied. ‘Well, the good news is that I won’t have to sell the house to pay inheritance tax on it.’ ‘Well, that is good. What’s the bad news?’ ‘I won’t have to sell it because Natedidn’t own it.’