Inheritance Paolini Novels & Stories

The man who had learned how to survive by killing pieces of himself, one memory at a time. He was doing this for us. I knew that. But that didn’t make it easier to watch. Dom came in twenty minutes later. He didn’t knock. He never did. “Silvio’s dead,” he said, like I hadn’t already heard it from three different sources. “Anything else you want to state the obvious about?” “He was one of the last people keeping Paolo in check.” “Then Paolo just became a bigger problem.” Dom stepped closer. “You going to do something about it?”

I paused. “Alessia will inherit everything when they fall.” Paolo frowned slightly. “So… we do nothing?” I let out a quiet, knowing breath. “Oh, we do something.” My eyes darkened. “We wait.” Because when the time came… I wouldn’t just win. I would take everything. “So… we do nothing?” Paolo asked again, uncertainty creeping into his voice. I slowly turned my head toward him, my gaze cold enough to silence whatever else he had been about to say.

He looked up as they entered, bloodied lips twitching into something like a smirk. Leora stiffened. “Who is he?” she asked quietly. “Paolo Santino. An accountant for your father’s drug ring. He’s been skimming off the top and feeding intel to the authorities.” Leora’s stomach dropped. “And you brought me here to what… watch him die?” “No,” Allerick said coldly. “I brought you here so you understand what betrayal buys in our world.” He turned to his lieutenant. “Bring him in.” Another man was dragged forward, a boy, barely out of his teens, with the same dark curls as the one in the chair. Paolo’s eyes went wide.

That's just what she needed to do; offend the one person who might keep her safe in this place. Paoli threw an arm over his face and leaned back into the couch again. "I haven't fed tonight. It starts to take a toll. I'm sorry. To answer your question, I was born in 1562 in a little village in Hungary." "You're over 400 years old?" she asked, a touch of awe in her voice. Paoli chuckled just a little from behind his arm. "I suppose I am," he agreed. "After the first century, I stopped counting."

And Paolo… Paolo is lying cold in a morgue in the city. I press my hand flat against the glass. Paolo beat me at chess every Sunday for eight years straight. He was patient, steady. Never made reckless moves. And someone put a bullet in him while he sat in his car on a random Thursday morning, all because he shared my blood. Whether Ocean gave the order or not ... and I haven’t fully decided yet, someone in this world decided killing Paolo Romano was acceptable. That is not acceptable, it has never been acceptable. And the tribunal is going to make that very fucking clear.

He is invisible. It was painful on his part, he didn't want to go against the wishes of his parents. The only thing he doesn't understand is why they don't open their hearts to Infinity. If they can't accept her, he hopes they can at least understand why he loves her. Infinity's a great lady. And she's someone that makes him happy. Paolo's taking up Accountancy, a five-year course. So Infinity was able to finish college first. She's currently a writer in a small publishing house. The income is not much, but it is enough for her expenses.

Paolo stepped forward quickly, raising his hands as if he could calm the chaos that had suddenly erupted in the room. He tried to regain control of the situation before it spiraled further out of his grasp. “Giovanni, you cannot take my second daughter like this,” he said firmly, forcing authority into his tone. “You seem to be forgetting something very important. My son-in-law is Domenico Veronesi. If he finds out that you are trying to trade my daughter’s life like this, he will not hesitate to kill you.”

Paolo said with a smile. “Stupid goat?” Ameliah asked surprised and Paolo nodded. She immediately hugged him tightly as she smiled widely… “Glad to have you back Mrs corn” Paolo said as he hugged her back. They broke the hug and she looked back. She smiled as she saw Rose and Bianca, Jessica and Paolo. The only thing missing was her cupcake… “Come on sit down, we need to talk” Paolo said and they sat down in the dining table. Paolo then began to tell her how he survived, the fact that he’s Cassius right hand man. He also told her about how he saved her and she’s a vampire right now.

In fact, no one even cared. Paolo left Dante's funeral entirely in Luciano's hands. "I know you'll be an obedient child, right?" After hearing that, the young and hot-headed Luciano learned to be compliant and obedient. Paolo was already used to everyone bowing to him. Anyone who bared their fangs would be swiftly dealt with. Perhaps it was by fate. Fate also didn't spare his birth mother. His birth mother, Olga Bianchi, was also a Jarlander, but she was unlike the gentle Tanya. If Tanya were a magnolia tree basking under the spring sunlight, Olga was a sharp blade forged from iron.

“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.