Is There Romance In The Inheritance Games Novels & Stories

A/N: Another story. Sorry for not updating every day. Enjoy reading! Don't forget to rate and comment. ****** If your husband dies and his twin will show up? And you slowly had feelings for him. What will you do? ********* "Stop seducing me Jenny, I will not fall for your stupid trap so leave me alone!" He said while glaring at me. "Come on Genesis why can't you love me," I said while holding my tears. "Come on Jenny I know that you are not in love with me. You just saw Gelo to me" he said

ADELINE'S POV "He looks at you like he simply wants to eat you up." Bella playfully covered her lips with her gloves and cackled like a witch. I pursed my lips together, tightening my arm around Conrad. Emphasizing my mark. "The next step is kids? Right?" I clicked my wine glass against hers. "Yeah. Conrad and I... We've decided that we will try for kids." He took my hand, kissing my cheek lightly. I struggled to hide the way it made me feel.

she echoed softly. Silea’s jaw tightened. “According to the inheritance terms, the one who marries first—” “—inherits everything,” Aurelia finished for her. A beat. Then— A soft laugh escaped her. Not loud. But cutting. “Oh, Silea…” She leaned back against the couch, crossing one leg over the other, her gaze filled with something dangerously close to amusement. “Were you dreaming? When did this term come from?” Silea’s stomach dropped. But she didn’t show it.

“Sounds serious.” She looked at me. “It is. But it’s far more complicated than that.” “How so?” She smirked. “Let’s just say…my inheritance is to be there for him…till my dying breath.” Her dying breath? Was he her betrothed or something? I wanted to ask but since she didn’t want to talk about her love life, I decided not to broach the subject further. “That’s…that’s a very…um…serious inheritance. Big burden to bear-not making your own decisions.”

And I want him to share other parts of his life with me, too. For now, though, I'm content to just be here in his arms. "I win," he says, leaning down and brushing his lips across mine. "No," I murmur against his mouth. "I think I did." END OF BOOK ONE: HIS WICKED GAMES

Tobias said. Their eyes locked again, and I felt that old ruler tension return, though softer this time, wrapped around love instead of politics. I stepped back slightly. “I don’t want to hurt you,” I said. Tobias looked at me as if I had said something foolish and precious at the same time. “You are my child,” Tobias said. “Taking from me when you need strength is not harm. It is inheritance.” I did not know what to do with that. Inheritance. Not stolen scraps. Not begged kindness. Not secret touches in abandoned cabins. Not acceptance bought with silence. Inheritance. Something mine because I was his. Something I did not have to apologise for needing.

“But wouldn’t that cause another issue with Mitchell’s group? I’m scared for the poor girl’s life. She shouldn’t be called lucky.” “Right.” A bitter smile formed on my lips. “That’ll be the end of that poor girl’s life.” “The teacher shouldn’t have assigned a muse to avoid it.” “That’s impossible. Because every year, every class in fourth year will present their escort and muse to fight for the crown. To fight for the title: Mr. and Ms. Manggahan.” She looked intrigued. “Really? Then, will Ibarra accept it?” I softly chuckled. “With force, yes.”

Some even went up in a round of applause as we passed by them and it made me shyer. When we finally got to the room, he laid me down carefully on the bed and kissed my nape. Ryder was always ready for me. We’d just had a party all night and he didn’t look the least tired. “I know what you are thinking,” he laughed “My aim is planting my pups inside you as soon as possible. I want to have daughters just like you,” I chuckled “Can a woman inherit the throne?” I asked him. I’d never thought of it before, but I didn’t see the possibility. A woman had never ruled before.

The mansion’s decaying walls blurred around me as I fled into the open foyer. The storm outside cracked against the windows, lightning illuminating the torn painting of Olivia. She had loved Victor. And now it was my inheritance. Her past. Her tragedy. Her cursed bloodline. Dominic caught up to me, breathless. “Elena, wait—” I turned on him. “What if it’s true? What if we’re—Jesus, Dominic! We kissed. We slept together. We’re engaged.” “We’re not actually siblings,” he argued. “We don’t know the truth. Not yet.”

That’s not very promising. “I understand you lost your mate, and I am truly sorry to hear that. For as much as Ignazio makes me suffer, I also know I would feel broken inside if he was to die.” I raised an eyebrow looking at her over the paper. She can’t seriously have feelings for that monster. Can she? Crap, maybe she does have feelings for him. She is a Gamma heir, and obviously, Ignazio was Alpha heir before taking power. Did she have a crush on him? Was she happy when she learned they were mates? They would have grown up together. Only to have his monstrous ways sour that happiness?