Inheritance Book Paolini Novels & Stories

For three years running, Matteo always had a reason to push the engagement date back, all because he was certain I could never want anyone but him. The first year, his parents refused to let him marry a poor girl like me, and the engagement was shelved. The second year, he lost the engagement rings I had made myself. No rings, no ceremony. The third year, he "forgot" to tell his parents the date and only told them at the last minute. There was too little time, they could not get there, and the engagement was shelved again. This year, though, none of those earlier "accidents" happened. There was only one exception. On the day of our engagement, the gown my mother had sewn for me stitch by sti

The Man To Kneel For The Longest Time. After I could finally stand steady, I walked slowly towards the empty seat and lowered myself onto it. All the while, he had an unbothered expression on his face. "You know, I was present at your delivery, many many years ago." He said, making me wonder if he finally wanted to disown me. "You know how much your father was worried? Worried for you and your mom?" He asked. I knew it was a rhetorical question, but I shook my head in negation. "Your mom had a lot of complications associated with your delivery but somehow, she refused to give up on you. The scene that had played out earlier in the evening, only made me feel sorry for Manuel and your Mia. I d

She had won a lot of competitions, both academic and athletic, earning her family more admiration than before. George, as the second in command of the Rui Lin Mafia, did not sit idle either. Aside from standing by Sherly's side, providing her with his unwavering support and love, he also did his best to smoothly avoid the government's illegal work. Of course, not because the government and their mafia had an agreement that they would stop their illegal business; that's not on their plan. Kyle, who was the eldest son of the Montenegro family, is finally done with his treatment. After what happened to the mall, that assassination, even though it did not have a large impact on his life, his dad

Subi Mwanza was arrested for the murder of the Kalulushi Catholic University under the incitement of the Insaka. Subi was used by the Insaka to demonstrate how the British government worked as regarding to crimes commited many years ago. It was a system that never believed in putting crimes under the carpet with the passage of time. They were strong protagonists of crimes never rot. At whatever time provided evidence was available, the criminal procedures could be started. The Insaka had dug deeper in the pasts of both ladies until a dirty murder case was unearthed in Subi’s life. While in prison, she heard that her worst enemy was actually her twin sister. The knowledge was bitter at first

He didn’t reply right away but enclosed me in his arms. “Can we now start all over again?” he asked, smiling through his tears. I nodded and smiled. And at that moment, I also sent a quick prayer for Zed that he could also move on and start over. THE END Author's note: Thank you so much for reading Book 1 and 2. Book 3 will follow and it will be a standalone story of Zed. We also want him to be happy, right? And if you like the story, please reward this author with a review. I wish to know your thoughts on the characters' journey. See you on their next journey.

Tanya stood beside Paolo, stunned, as she watched Luciano speak with a smile on his face. In the office, Luciano's voice lingered in the warm afternoon light, drifting through the sunlit dust. It was the usual tone and volume he always used. It didn't feel like a showdown, more like one of those afternoons when he routinely gave Paolo a work report. It was time for the family to get a new Don. Luciano would inherit everything, including Tanya, his beloved Madre. Perhaps Paolo was truly old, for he fell ill during the afternoon's farce. Luciano summoned the doctor to take care of him while the reporters swarmed the building downstairs.

Her fingers trembled as she lifted it. A slim flash drive. An old one. Military-grade encryption stamped into the metal. And a folded piece of paper, yellowed with age. Handwriting she recognized instantly. Her mother’s. Elara— If you’re reading this, I failed to keep you out of it. I’m sorry. The vault isn’t money. It’s leverage. Names tied to deaths. Wars funded for profit. Men who don’t exist but decide who lives quietly. Locke was never in control. He was a mouthpiece who learned to bite.

The air in the room seemed to change, as though the shadows themselves were leaning in, listening. “But...” she continued, her voice taking on a more serious tone now, one that Julian couldn't ignore. It was like she was warning him, “It’s not going to be simple. You’ll inherit more than just wealth. There are people in place, people who’ve been operating in the shadows for years, who will test your authority, challenge your claim. And many of them? They won’t be thrilled about you taking control.” Her lips curled into a faint, bitter smile, but her eyes remained cold, calculating. “You’re not just inheriting an empire. You’re inheriting enemies.”

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

On the day my grandfather, who was the wealthiest man in this state, died, the entire family got into a huge fight over the inheritance. My father could not stop the fight, so he requested my mother’s support. When I arrived, my grandfather was lying motionless on the bed. He was not even changed into his funeral suit. My aunts were pulling on each other’s hair as they fought over the ownership of a building. My uncles were fighting over the Rolls-Royce car keys. The entire family looked like hooligans as they fought. My mother was holding gold bars as she yelled at me, “What are you waiting for? Take that gold ring off your grandfather’s finger!” I rubbed my hands and was just ab