Novel & Cerita Hawthorne House Inheritance Games

"I knew the moment your mother left you in my care that you'd need to learn how to survive this house. And now, you're back. Not by choice, I assume?" "No," I admitted. "But I'm here. That's what matters, right?" He smiled faintly. "Indeed. You were always the clever one. Don't let them get to you, Amara. Damian, Dina, Ayah... they've been circling this house like vultures for years. But I haven't changed my will. Not yet." My brows lifted slightly. "Are you warning me?" "I'm telling you to be ready," he said, eyes narrowing slightly. "You'll have to play the game again, granddaughter. And this time, it's not just inheritance at stake."

Bryan’s sister grinned from ear to ear, Aria had so much resemblance to her. “Everyone would pick a team and each team needs three members. All around this mansion, there are hidden pieces that belonged to the past generations of the Hart family. Any team that gathers the most pieces wins a huge prize.” he announced. “It's usually just ice cream if the kids win it but if it's the adults they get something different. Like lands that belong to the family or precious paintings of the family.” one of the kids whispered to the twins. “Oh.” They both chorused and nodded.

"But Elisa, here's what you don't know. Even though each host of the system only gets three swaps, the system passes on when the host dies. "If you push us too far, I'd rather die and let Poppy inherit the system. Then, she can keep swapping with you for the rest of your life. You'll never escape us." I smiled. "You really think I don't know anything? The inheritance is random. If you die, the system might end up with me instead." After she left in anger, my relaxed expression returned to how I truly felt inside. I was not as calm as I had looked. I had overlooked the fact that after her death, the system could pass to another woman with the Hart surname instead.

a woman dressed as a nun asked. "That's right. You're dead. Your souls were dragged into this death game." Brad shrugged. "But don't lose hope. If you clear the game, you get to live again." The screaming and shouting stopped. All eyes turned to them, filled with a new sense of hope. "To be resurrected, you need to collect 'Redemption Points.' 9,999 of them, to be exact," Jessica continued. "But here's the catch: the points you get are tied to your fear. The more terrified you are, the fewer points you get."

House Dominion with Jordan, Alexis, Brian, and Caroline; House Royal—Anabel, Theo, Eliza, and Oscar; House Phantom—Bianca, Felix, Leah, and Cyrus; House Titan—Ethan, Daniel, Ava, and Lucas; House Valiant—Oliver, Tessa, Jeremy, and Diana; and finally, House Elect, led by Adonis, Sophia, Julia, and Eddie. The House Masters stood at the front, watching closely but offering little in the way of comfort. Their presence alone was enough to remind everyone of the stakes. The silence that hung in the room was broken only by the occasional shuffle of paper or a whispered word between houses. Professor Whitmore’s voice rang out, crisp and clear. “Welcome, students, to the Inheritance Trial. You will e

"Ok, let's do it slowly, the Hatawhay don't know that even your mother's company she left only to you, since you weren't there for the contract reading. That being the case the Hatawhay got control of the shares, believing they inherited all the assets, but the only thing they inherited was the Whay hotel, which as far as you are concerned is one of the most profitable they can own." He began his speech in a professional manner. "Remembering that I have all of Insury under my power, rightful heir. "Yes, they can't touch Insury unless... Well you already know." he comments apprehensively, they continue for the hour in the office resolving company matters.

It was almost better than cumming. "You better be more careful next time, angel." I speak in an innocent voice, walking towards the exit. "You son of a bitch." His voice was muffled, as he was still writhing in pain. "I just wanted to clarify who is in charge." I show him a victorious smile. [***] I walk through the entrance of the house, realizing that, for the thousandth time, my grandfather had ordered the plants and flowers that decorated the place to be changed. I see that all my favorite flowers were there and I shake my head while smiling.

Sebastian said at last. Ivy turned to face him fully. “You’ll lose.” A corner of his mouth lifted. “You’re welcome to try and stop me.” Their gazes locked—not as lovers, not yet as enemies, but as two people who finally understood the scale of what stood between them. Outside, the estate grounds lay quiet, immaculate, unchanged. Inside, Julian Blackwood’s final gift took root. War, dressed as inheritance

"Just focus on recovering." "I will provide you justice," Horace Hawthorne promised. "Emmeline and her mother will be removed from the Hawthorne ancestry. They will not be inheriting a dime of the Hawthorne wealth in the event I pass." As much as it should’ve felt like a balm to her heart that her grandfather was keeping to his promise, his statement only made her feel worse. "Grandpa―"

“Like the original Camryn.” “Exactly. Which means somewhere in Milicent’s records, there might be information about who those heirs were and where they came from.” Whitney sat back. “But to access the trust documents, we’d need to prove lineage. And for that, we need the genealogy records in her private library.” “Which are locked behind Henry Montague.” “Right.” Whitney rubbed her eyes. “I’ve been thinking about that. The auctions I mentioned, the ones where Hunters trade credits and information? They happen every weekend in the warehouse district. Henry’s been showing up regularly, betting on the Entertainment Circuit games.”