Jennifer Lynn Barnes Inheritance Games Book 5 の小説・ストーリー

Her grandmother had always been secretive about the book, even before this nightmare began. --- Evelyn’s Confession That evening, Anna confronted her grandmother in her quarters. Evelyn sat by the fireplace, her gaze distant, as if she were expecting the conversation. “Grandma,” Anna began, holding the book. “Where did this come from? Why do we have it?” Evelyn sighed, motioning for Anna to sit. “The Reflection Game is a legacy, Anna. Our family has been its keeper for centuries. It was entrusted to us by the last of the Seven Immortals.”

What she couldn’t remember or understand was why. She was able to slowly regain her life but was under constant supervision from the pack and remained in residence at the pack home. She had not conceded to join the pack officially because she would not succumb to the duties of a traditional Luna. She refused to give up her independence! Arystyn stood in front of the bank President Joe Presley, as he told her that her account had been turned over to Darian Fredrickson when everyone believed she was dead because she had listed Darian as her next of kin. He was now in control of her life savings! “Oh yes, I almost forgot!” Mr. Fredrickson also retains control of your inheritance from your biolo

More than anything, she was concerned about her friend. **** This book is sequel to the first book Innocence. You have to read the first book to know the story clearly. The first book "Innocence" is available here on my Goodnovel profile. And then comes the second book "Innocence || book 2". Thanks for reading. Please vote and comment :)

Xantiago calls through the room as they all start moaning at who they would like to be rejected so they might bid on those leaving the games. When I catch Hunter looking at me, his expression is quite peculiar. “I thought you weren’t playing favourites?” he asks through the link with his gruff voice. “I’m not, but this isn’t to the death, I need these games to work, besides round two is where the fun really begins,” I reply narrowing my eyes as he just nods, not looking convinced, turning back to the screen. Jennifer appears once more, adding into the mix as the girls, tired, bloody and covered in sweat, fight for their lives.

It reminded us of the scary game we were playing without wanting to. Ben met us in the parking garage under the building. His team was setting up special communication equipment and satellite links. "Our best clue about 'The Keeper' is a secret network that used to be connected to Arthur Jenkins's lawyers, " Ben told us, giving Alexander a special tablet. "It's like a puzzle, Mr. Sterling with lots of dead ends and secret messages."

“Once there was a cruel alpha who knotted a girl under the blood moon. He made the whole pack watch while he took her. Then he called her weak and threw her into the night like trash. But the girl didn’t die. She grew claws. She grew shadows. And she raised two little wolves who would one day make him kneel.” Lila’s eyes glowed. “And then what?” “And then,” Aria said, kissing each forehead, “Mommy made sure no one ever hurt her babies again.” She waited until their breathing evened out before slipping out. In the main room she poured herself a glass of cheap whiskey and checked the security feeds. Another night, another contract. A rival rogue alpha had put a bounty on her head last week,ten

The room thickened “Additionally, I leave to Agnes my compass, may she always know true north, and to Debra, I leave my wedding ring, may she love as wholly and steadfastly as I loved her mother.” Another pause, more painful than the last. “Go on.” That came from Agnes’s husband. “To each of my daughters,” Mr. Smith read slowly, “beyond that already stated, I leave a one-time inheritance of fifty thousand dollars.” Fifty thousand dollars? I’d no sooner thought those words that Agnes’s husband echoed out loud. George Lachaln left his daughters less than he left his security detail. Suddenly, Debra’s reference to Julian as the heir apparent took on a whole new meaning.

“Don’t you dare suggest I give up. Montez is worth every drop of blood, every sleepless night. He belongs to me, Isabelle. To me.” Her pacing slowed, her expression shifting from rage to thoughtfulness as her gaze drifted toward her sleek laptop on the vanity. The screen reflected the soft light of the chandelier, beckoning like a secret waiting to be cracked open. Rhea crossed the room in measured steps, sat before it, and opened the lid. The glow illuminated her sharp features, her crimson lips curling as she tapped quickly at the keys. Isabelle frowned, standing to move closer. “What are you doing?” Rhea’s fingers didn’t hesitate. “If destroying her in the present is impossible, then mayb

Turning from the window, I straightened the lapels of my suit, armoring myself. Then she walked in. Her shoulders were set, her chin held high, the dark shades perched on her nose a perfect emblem of her arrogance. My eyes, sharp and searching, caught the glint of a familiar watch on her wrist. A huge, painful lump formed in my throat. This woman was squandering my inheritance, luxuriating in a life that was mine. "Hello, Mrs. Williams. It's a pleasure to finally meet you," I said, the smile on my lips a cold, calculated gesture that never touched my eyes.