Inheritance Book Paolini Novels & Stories

Elena had been in exactly one fight in her life, in sixth grade, when Brittany Morrison said her mother was probably a drug dealer because why else would she work nights? Elena had given Brittany a bloody nose and gotten suspended for three days. She felt that same hot surge of anger now, looking at Dominic Ashford. "I'm not a secret," she said. "I'm a person." "A person who's trying to steal my inheritance." "Your inheritance? I didn't even know I had a grandmother until yesterday."

She needs to know what is hers. My pulse spikes. Leverage. Insurance. My mother didn't just run; she stole something massive enough to keep the Patriarch at bay for twenty years. That’s why we survived in poverty—she was holding a gun to their heads from the shadows. I turn the page, desperate to find what it is. The inheritance is hidden in— I stop. The rest of the page is gone. It’s been ripped out, violently torn from the binding. The jagged edge of the paper is yellowed, leaving only a cruel, empty space where the answer should be.

he said, his voice low and biting, “is a luxury afforded to the powerful. But power isn’t inherited—it’s earned.” Papa’s smile faltered for a moment before he leaned back, chuckling. “A fair point, Dante. Though some would argue that inheritance is a mark of legacy, not weakness.” The jab was subtle, but it struck its target. Dante’s knuckles whitened as his hand gripped the edge of the table, but he said nothing. His restraint was unnerving, a storm building just beneath the surface. I kept shifting my eyes from one point to the other. Pietro, seated uncomfortably close to me, leaned in, his breath warm against my ear. “I’d say it’s a shame your father wasn’t invited to your wedding, but cl

"Wait a moment. I'll find a book that contains information about the incident. Damian walked away, leaving Alex still standing, staring at Damian's library. "Here it is!" Damian shouted soon after. "Come on, come here Alex!" He invited Alex to sit down at a large table in the centre of the room. On the table was a large book sealed with a metal chain. Damian opened the chain with the same gold key. He opened the book carefully. On the first page of the book were The legacy that once was.. Clan Echelon: Past, Duty and Destruction.

Dell lays his hand once again on the big leather book. “What do you mean daddy? How am I so special besides being born a female instead of a male?” Corbin asks looking at the book intently before finally looking up at her dad as he stares at his hand on top of the book. “When you were about a year old. Paden showed up with this book under her arm. She told me that she found it and that it belongs to me and my blood line.” Dell sighs as he let’s go of his daughter’s other hand. Turning the big book around to face his daughter he opens to the page he had marked so many years ago. “I read this book and found that it belonged to our original pack. It was written by a Shadow.” He says as Corbin l

“Polished you. Shaped you. Gave you the name, the money, the seat. And still, you crumble at the feet of someone who doesn’t even use his real goddamn name.” Luca swallowed hard. “I didn’t ask for any of this.” Paolo laughed once, bitter. “You think that matters? None of us ask. We inherit. And if you can’t carry it, I’ll find someone who can.” “You mean destroy me.” “No,” Paolo said smoothly. “Just remove the weak link.” There it was. Plain. Icy. Real. Luca stared at his father, and for the first time, he didn’t see the towering figure he’d grown up both idolizing and fearing.

"Read it, sweetheart." She averted her gaze back to the document as I watched her grey orbs running over each and every word in that document keenly. She softly placed the file on the table after reading it and her grey orbs looked at me more confusedly. "What is this?" I sighed and leaned to the table while keeping my interlocked palms on the table. "Inheriting the inheritance to the rightful heir." "What?" I sighed at her cluelessness. "You, as the daughter of Vincent Aslanov and the only person alive in the Aslanov family, inherits everything that is under the name of Aslanov. From single penny they owned to the infamous Aslanov world. Pardon my insult."

I stayed quiet for the rest of the class. “Oh my gawwd!” Marti exhaled as we both stepped outside the hall. “You nearly got us in trouble with Pint!” She continued. “I’m sorry.” I muttered. “I genuinely didn’t think he’d hear.” I trailed like a naughty kid beside her. “Professor Pint hears everything. Even your thoughts, I swear!” She said dramatically. “This one time in freshman year he’d called out a boy sitting at the very last sit for talking about his weekend. Except of course he didn’t just caution him, he finished off the sentence this boy was about to utter.” She narrated like she was telling a ghost story. “You don’t want Pint to latch on to your secrets. By the way, what was so imp

"About the twins?" Luca was quiet for a moment, the considered kind of quiet, not the evasive kind. "The Vitale name carries a legacy," he said carefully. "Succession. Inheritance. Don Adriano has spent thirty years building something he intends to pass on. Selene was part of that plan. Our arrangement was part of that plan." His eyes dropped to my stomach for just a second. "Two heirs with my blood and his legacy, his line's connection changed the architecture of that plan considerably." I stared at him. "You're saying my babies, our babies... are heirs to his..."

After my story has been let go by Lemon at school. And now my mother has fine out, there is no reason to live. I grab my pen and one of my school book out my bag and lock myself away in the bathroom. I turn on the water in the tub and watch it fill up, while I got some bottle of pills and a bottle of red wine and I write: “I am sorry to the people that I love, but I can’t fucking take it anymore. So I am gay