Inheritance Cycle Kindle Novels & Stories

I am the white wolf princess of the Coyote Pack. By the Moon Goddess’s decree, Barry was meant to be my fated mate. But during the peace negotiations, he gave me away—to Bayport’s crippled warrior, Colin—as a “hostage bride.” Barry smiled carelessly, his voice cruelly tender. “Emily, let me complete the bond with Evelyn first. This is just a deal. You are still my true Luna.” My nails bit into my palms, pain hollowing out my chest. Evelyn was nothing but a low-blood she-wolf he had rescued from the border. Yet for her, he used a truce marriage alliance to force me into surrender. Later, when I sought him out, I found him tending Evelyn’s wounds, wrapping her with gentle hands. He looked up, his tone light as if it cost him nothing. “If you let Evelyn be my mate alongside you, and divide half of your inheritance for her, I will withdraw the marriage alliance order.” I took off the bone pendant he once risked his life to give me and held it out to him. But he let it slip from his hand, shattering it against the floor. “If you don’t want it,” he said coldly, “then throw it away.” On the eve of the wedding alliance, Evelyn fell to her knees before the pack, sobbing as she accused me of hiding the Alpha’s Contract Stone—to help Colin breach our borders. The crowd erupted in whispers. Barry admitted it was he who had gifted me the stone, yet still turned on me, demanding: “If I ask for it back, will you return it?” At that moment, I finally let every hope die.

After a month-long business trip, I finished my work early and drove home through the night. I was eager to surprise my husband and son. However, I heard suggestive noises drifting from the master bedroom the moment I stepped inside my home. I was fuming. I stormed toward the door and was ready to catch them in the act. However, when I threw the door open, all I saw were two mini pigs on the bed. Their lower bodies were inextricably locked together. I moved closer to inspect this absurdity, but my son stopped me. “Mom, don’t go near them. I brought those pigs back. They’re covered in parasites.” I sighed in relief. I was about to laugh at my own paranoia when a glowing text suddenly flickered across my vision like a livestream comment. [That was close! Lily almost caught them. Luckily, David was smart enough to turn Sarah and himself into mini pigs!] [Toby is such a good boy. Lily won’t suspect a thing with him covering for them.] [Once David gets his hands on Lily’s million-dollar inheritance, he’ll divorce her and marry Sarah! Toby will love his new mom!] That was how I realized the pigs were my husband and his mistress. My own son was fully aware of the truth. Yet he was helping them lie to me. My anger turned into a laugh as I watched the two pigs continue their grotesque display. I pulled out my phone and called the hotel. “I have two mini pigs here. I want them spit-roasted!”

At twenty-four, Maisse’s world collapses. Laid off from her job, she learns her ther workplace has been bought by Bronton, a ruthless, billionaire who rules the corporate world with an iron fist. To make matters worse, her debt-ridden father has sold her to a dangerous underground loan shark. If Maisse doesn’t marry the cruel stranger, the loan shark will take her helpless twin sisters as collateral. Desperate to protect them, Maisse is trapped. Then, Bronton steps in with a cold, calculating proposition. Heds a wife within two weeks to fulfill his grandfather’s dying wish and secure his multi-billion-dollar inheritance before his birthday. If he fails, his scheming cousin will ruin the family legacy. Seeing her desperation, Bronton buys out Maisse’s debt, effectively purchasing her with cash. He offers her a strict, legal contract: play the doting wife for one year, and he will fund her sisters' expensive medical treatments and elite schooling. Maisse has no choice but to sign her freedom away to a powerful man ten years her senior. Moving into his mansion, she expects a monster. Instead, she finds a fiercely protective man who makes her blood run hot. Bronton vows never to love, and Maisse vows never to trust the man who bought her. But as forced proximity blurs the lines of their contract, a dangerous obsession sparks between them. When Bronton makes a ruthless executive decision that threatens the safety of her sisters, Maisse does the unthinkable; she breaks the contract and flees. But a billionaire like Bronton doesn't let his property go easily. He will hunt her to the ends of the earth to claim what is his.

They were never meant to fall in love. But fate doesn’t follow contracts. Kellynne Mea Morleigh never believed in settling. She’s waited her whole life for a love story worth telling. One that begins with butterflies and ends in forever. No boyfriend since birth, by choice. Because she knew what she wanted. But when her family’s company teeters on the edge of collapse, she’s forced into a marriage that feels more like a business deal than a dream. Her groom? Elias Callum Fenwick. Young, brilliant, and dangerously untouchable. Elias is a billionaire by reputation, a strategist by nature. Raised to chase power, not affection. To him, marriage is just another transaction. One that unlocks the inheritance left by his late grandmother. And Kelly? She’s the key. They enter the marriage as strangers. No vows of love. No promises of forever. Just a contract built on convenience, wealth, and legacy. But behind the facade of a cold, calculated union, sparks begin to fly. Arguments turn into conversations. Clashes reveal vulnerabilities. And slowly, Kelly starts falling—not for the idea of love she once held, but for Elias himself: his honesty, his quiet sacrifices, and the way he listens even when they fight. She never meant to fall. He never planned to care. But love doesn’t ask for permission. Just when she begins to believe in their story, a devastating truth shatters her world... Elias had a past with his secretary, a woman who still lingers in the shadows of their present. Seven years. That’s how long the contract binds them. But when hearts are broken and trust is betrayed… Will Kelly fight for the love she never expected—or walk away before it destroys her?

In her first life, he took everything from her. Now, in this life, she demands her revenge. Evelyn King was the perfect pawn in high society, a demure, devoted fiancée to billionaire heir Julian Vance, blissfully unaware of the corruption lurking behind his charming smile. But everything changes after a deadly, rigged car crash and the agonizing discovery of Julian’s affair with her childhood best friend, Chloe. Evelyn sees the brutal truth: her marriage was a setup, her wealth a target, and her death orchestrated for profit. Instead of fading into oblivion, she wakes up ten years in the past, on the morning of the Vance Summer Gala, the night Julian plans to announce their engagement and trap her forever. Refusing to play the pawn, Evelyn makes a bold, deadly choice. She leaves behind the boy dressed in pretenses and walks straight to Arthur Vance Julian's estranged and ruthless father, a formidable financial titan ruling high society with an iron fist. Armed with secrets from her previous life, including a dark ledger revealing that Julian isn't even Arthur’s biological son, Evelyn proposes a scandalous marriage of convenience. By uniting her family's voting power with Arthur's, they aim to strip Julian of his inheritance before he even realizes the war has begun. The society is appalled. Julian’s fury spirals into madness, a psychotic rage convinced Evelyn is a greedy viper who stole his birthright. Yet, what Julian and the media fail to see is that Evelyn’s alliance with Arthur is more than a scheme for money; she’s stepping into a den of wolves. As they delve into a decades-old family conspiracy, the icy contract between them begins to ignite with a dangerous, possessive passion.

They killed me for an inheritance. The Moon Goddess gave me a second chance—and a dangerous mate. Lyra Stone died at the hands of the man she loved, murdered for the fortune her grandfather William left her. Jaxon—her foster brother, her husband, her executioner—stabbed her while his manipulative sister Aurelia laughed. The pregnancy that might have saved her died with her that night, along with every desperate hope she'd clung to. But when Lyra opens her eyes, she's back in her childhood bedroom on the day her nightmare began—the day the Stone family found their "real daughter" and Lyra became disposable. This time, she refuses to be their victim. Armed with the knowledge of their betrayal, Lyra makes a reckless choice: one night of freedom, one stranger in a club, one scorching encounter that awakens something she never knew existed. What she doesn't expect is to discover her one-night stand is Asher Greyson—the faceless Alpha whose identity no one knows, cursed to feel nothing until he finds his fated mate. And she's his. Asher needs a Luna within three months or lose his throne. Lyra needs protection from a family determined to destroy her. Their mating bond is convenient, combustible, and completely forbidden by the very people trying to steal everything William left her. But Lyra isn't the weak, love-starved girl who died begging for scraps anymore. She's their Luna now. And she's coming for everything they took—her inheritance, her dignity, her revenge. Let Aurelia play her games. Let Eleanor and Thomas choose their real daughter. Let Jaxon realize too late what he destroyed.

In my previous life, my brother took his sugarbaby to see a meteor shower because she said she wanted to. He drove to the countryside with all his bodyguards to create a perfect stargazing night for her. Unfortunately, business rivals whom my brother had bankrupted saw this opportunity and broke into our estate seeking revenge. My mother fought desperately to protect me, suffering severe injuries that left her fighting for her life. I called my brother repeatedly, begging him to return quickly and help us. He finally had to come back with his security team. The intruders were captured, but then terrible news came from the countryside. His sugarbaby had left a suicide note, her fate unknown. In her letter, she accused me of deliberately drawing my brother away, causing her to be tortured by his enemies before she took her own life. My brother coldly burned her letter and told me not to worry about it. Afterward, my brother was blamed for what happened, and my father promised to put me in charge of the company. However, after the celebration dinner ended, my brother brutally murdered me in my bedroom. His face showed no emotion as he coldly said, "Someone as treacherous as you should have died long ago. "You should have been the one to die, and the family inheritance should have been mine!" I died with my eyes wide open in disbelief, and when I opened them again, I could hear our enemies breaking down the front door of our mansion.

I was born with a gift: the rare ability to bear powerful hybrid children for a vampire. I should have been cherished for it. Instead, my mother died young, her inheritance seized by my stepmother, my father's affection stolen by my stepsister. Only Ryan, heir to the vampire King, treated me with gentleness. When I was young, he fell for me at first sight and was secretly in love with me for two years. Later, at a gala, someone pushed me into a frozen lake. He was the one who pulled me out. He bent close, his eyes soft. “Marry me. Let me protect you.” I said yes without hesitation. Because no one had ever stood beside me so surely. I loved him with everything I had. When assassins struck at our wedding, I even stepped in front of the bullet meant for his heart. But after I dragged my weakened body through childbirth and gave him his child, he appeared before me with my stepsister Vicky in his arms. “You have no use to me anymore.” Ryan's eyes were cold and foreign. “The person I love has always been Vicky.” He had chosen me only for my bloodline, purer, better suited to produce an heir. Vicky smiled and drove the knife into my chest. Ryan stood to one side and watched me die. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the night Ryan proposed. Vicky was crying, begging to take my place and marry him instead. This time, I closed my eyes. “All right. I agree to the exchange.”

Even knowing that wailing at an Eravalen aristocratic funeral was considered disrespectful to the deceased, I let my husband's adopted sister make a scene anyway. In my previous life, my husband, Robert Baker, had a distant relative among the Eravalen aristocracy who passed away. A lawyer informed him that he stood to inherit the estate and invited him to attend the funeral. His adopted sister, Mia Carter, insisted on tagging along to see how the privileged few in another country lived. She wanted to rub shoulders with nobles and make herself look important, even planning to wail dramatically in front of everyone. I rushed to stop her. "Loud mourning is taboo among the Eravalen nobility. Forget inheriting anything. We'll all be thrown out!" Yet she burst into tears, accusing me of looking down on her and thinking she was not good enough to mingle with aristocrats. She stormed out and was killed by street thugs in a random attack. I thought Robert would fall apart, but he stayed silent through the entire funeral and collected his inheritance without a hitch. Six months later, on our wedding anniversary, he took me to the snowy mountains for a photoshoot. The moment we reached the peak, he shoved me into a sleeping bag and tied it shut. "If you hadn't blown everything out of proportion, Mia never would've run off and gotten herself shot." He buried me alive in the snow. I froze to death, and he used that aristocratic fortune to become the CEO of a publicly traded company. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day Mia insisted on wailing at the funeral.

Isabella Rossi had it all: a powerful name, a loving family, and a marriage—or so she thought. When she discovers her husband, Marcos Vitale, still pines for his ex, she's willing to grant him his freedom, even if it breaks her heart. But Marcos's gratitude comes in the form of betrayal, drugging and humiliating her before an explosion rips her family apart and leaves her for dead. Six months later, Isabella awakens, unrecognizable, to a world that believes she perished with her family. Stripped of her identity and inheritance, she's offered a lifeline by Lorenzo "Enzo" Nivaro, a magnetic and dangerous figure from a rival family. Enzo proposes a deal: her new face and a chance to reclaim everything, in exchange for two years as his lover. Bound by desperation, Isabella plunges into a world of shadows, undergoing a transformation as complete as the surgery that remade her face. She infiltrates Marcos's company, seducing him and his family, all while Enzo orchestrates their downfall from behind the scenes. But as Isabella gets closer to Marcos, dangerous feelings ignite, blurring the lines between revenge and desire. Meanwhile, Enzo's motives remain shrouded in mystery. Is he a savior or a puppeteer? And what is Sofia, Marcos's scorned ex, planning in the wings? As secrets unravel and betrayals pile up, Isabella discovers a conspiracy that reaches far beyond her family feud, one that could consume them all. Torn between two men, two families, and two lives, Isabella must decide: how much is she willing to sacrifice to reclaim what was stolen? Will she embrace the darkness to exact her revenge, or can she find redemption in a world where love and loyalty are just another game?