Inheritance Series Book 5 Novels & Stories

I nearly crushed my phone in my hand. One photo after another flicked past my screen, and then I saw it: Serena Ashford’s necklace. That ruby pendant was our family’s heirloom. It had been passed down for more than a hundred generations, but now it was hanging around the neck of an outsider? I remembered it clearly. On Lila’s eighteenth birthday, I had placed it around her neck myself. My pulse thundered as I dialed the number for Lila’s university, words spilling out before I could stop myself. I demanded to know about her enrollment.

Dark circles sit under his eyes, and his shirt is slightly wrinkled, like he slept in it. "We need to talk," he says the moment Adrian opens the door. We all gather in Adrian's home office. Adrian sits behind his desk. I sit in one of the chairs across from him. Aaron stands near the window with his hands in his pockets. "I've been looking into the inheritance situation," Aaron says. He turns to face us. "And I think I found a way to help." Adrian leans forward. "What kind of way?" "Our grandfather's will was very specific," Aaron explains. "The inheritance goes to the first great-grand heir of the Cross family. That's Ezra."

I replied. "Sure, I'll be right there," she answered immediately. "By the way, did you see the hand in the photo? You know whose it is, right?" "Yes, I know. Don't worry," I replied. I could never have mistaken that hand. The gold bracelet on it was the one I had accidentally lost six months ago. It turned out that Harry had stolen it and given it to his female friend, Sharon Bell.

“What now?” “It’s the reason I came out of hiding.” We waited. She looked straight at Damien. “Your father is dead… but his successor isn’t.” My stomach turned. “Who is the successor?” She whispered the name. And everything inside me went cold. “Mason Hale.” Adrian sucked in a sharp breath. “No. No that bastard ” “He inherited your father’s files. His network. His plans. His project. Everything.” Adrian stepped in front of me like a shield.

William took an old file case on his table, the case was too old and covered with thick dust. He put all the documents out and scattered it so that Angelic could help her find the document they are looking for. They started to scan every detail written on the dusty papers. “LITTLE GIRL FOUND TORTURED TO DEATH AT MCLEOD’S MEDICAL INSTITUTE, September 5, 2005.” William was shocked after reading the headline from the dirty newspaper. Now, he remembered the case he handled 10 years ago. And that was the case that would connect questions in their minds.

***Author's Note: Please read books 1-4 before reading this book or else you'll be extremely lost. You will not be able to read this as a stand-alone. Books are as follows: Book 1: P.S You're My Mate Book 2: She's My Mate Book 3: I'm His Mate Book 4: His Warm-Blooded Mate Please remember to leave a review, vote with your diamonds, and comment! _________________________________________ SYLVAIN

He would never invest time, money, or attention into a random orphaned girl without reason. “Did he ever take blood from you?” I asked bluntly. Jane recoiled slightly. “What? No!” “Hair?” Caleb added. “Personal items?” “I don’t think so.” Caleb stood and began pacing slowly. “Thorne has been digging into ancient bloodlines for years,” he said. “There were rumors he was looking for something connected to the Five Books of Life.” My eyes narrowed as Caleb mentioned the Five Books of Life. These books have caused the greatest damage in history. In fact, I'm a product of the damage.

"By sending cleaners to kill us on your island? That’s a strange way to show family love." "The cleaners were a test of your resolve, Darius," Ivy said, her voice smooth as silk. "And you passed. You protected my daughter. You showed that you are more than the sum of your father’s sins. But Ethan has already made his choice. He doesn't want your protection. He wants his inheritance." "Inheritance?" I looked at Ethan, my heart breaking. "What inheritance? There’s nothing left but blood and debt." Ethan reached into his coat and pulled out a small, leather-bound book. I recognized it instantly. It was the master ledger, the one our father had kept in the hidden wall safe. The one I thought had

He then held the Nostro Compass in his hands while looking solemn. Tyr also held his breath. He knew what was going to happen next. It would be something of great importance to them. After some time, Jim announced, “Boss, the fifth book is the Torment Manuscript. Our nation is not exactly going through a difficult time as our era is somewhat peaceful.” “Well, you told me about that before.” Tyr nodded. “The five magic books were born out of the Celestial Empire’s luck. Those books can't be born abroad. Old Zab, where is the fifth book? Have you figured it out?”

"I'm here to claim what's rightfully mine." My stomach dropped. "What are you talking about?" "The inheritance," she stated simply. "The family heirloom. It belonged to our father before it went to Catherine. And now that she's gone, it passes to the next rightful heir." "Which is me," I pointed out. "I'm her daughter." "Actually," Crystal countered, pulling a folder from her expensive handbag, "the terms of our father's will are very specific. The inheritance goes to his eldest surviving child. Since Catherine is deceased, that would be me."