Libby Inheritance Games Novels & Stories

They had always been the children of legacy, the prophecy no one spoke aloud but everyone expected to unfold. And now—now—that same legacy curled inside her. Unasked for. Unplanned. Unwanted, maybe, by its own father. But alive. What a cruel trick. Adrain’s betrayal still stung, deep and quiet, like frostbite in summer. But the child inside her? That wasn’t a mistake. That was blood. Old blood. Strong blood. Hers. And maybe that’s what scared her most. Because what if this child inherited the worst of both of them?

They couldn’t linger here too long, as others might beat them to it. Wars were raging in many places, forcing the younger generation to fight for their lives. If they succeeded, they could claim the inheritance in their respective areas; if they failed, they would walk away empty-handed. Although the final battle on the battlefield hadn’t yet taken place, everyone was doing their best to strengthen themselves so they could survive on the battlefield until the very end. That’s why this game—which shouldn’t have been so easy—now had to start all over again. “They’re really so passionate, hahahahaha! Such good young people, good… good… I hope you satisfy me more than anything else!” said the fi

I have read a lot of novels where highschool student trys to play a game at a party but disaster always happen after that. I won't be a part of this game, i rather watch and entertain myself. I saw Kelly smiling already... "Is it truth or dare?" Kelly asked the girl "No! Is a new game...is called paper spreading...we use to play the game a lot in my former school. Don't worry; it will be fun." She said and smiled "Then let's play the game, the guy i saw her kissing earlier spoke. " who is in? She asked...don't worry about the rules and how the game is being done; I will explain everything. " she added

too sick to feel embarrassed at the request, Lynan turned his face up to catch Yael’s eyes. The man chuckled and ruffled his hair. “I’d have to let you go to get our book.” “I’ll go fetch it,” Liev stood from where he had been reclining on the couch opposite the bed they were currently in and set off into the mansion once he received his instructions on where to locate the novel. Liev returned quickly with the murder mystery that Yael had started reading to Lynan a few weeks ago. Lynan settled in for the evening as did the other contestants who were sitting in the lounge. Yael picked up where they left of all that time ago and he closed his eyes, letting that smooth voice wash over him.

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.

Choice, not fear. Damian’s lips twitched, then a slow, deliberate smile. “Interesting. I underestimated the girl. But games like this… they’re never over, Miss Monroe.” “They are over if I say they are,” she said, voice cold, absolute. “And I just decided.” The air shifted. Damian, for all his menace, realized he’d misjudged the board. The first strike had been his. But Elara, Cassian, and the unseen guidance of her aunt had turned it into her advantage.

Her voice dripped with fabricated nostalgia. “Well, kids, my amazing team and I are here today to give you some very special gifts.” Thunderous applause erupted. --- “Lesley, enough with the video games—we’re already late,” Charles said firmly, glancing at his daughter through the rearview mirror. “Lesley, you heard your dad,” Carmen added gently. “Okay, okay,” Lesley sighed, slipping the tablet into her bag before hopping out of the car and heading toward the school entrance. Coincidentally, this was the very school Jessica had chosen for her grand display.

"Now. Because if you keep hiding secrets, you’ll be just as guilty as the rest." Luigi hesitated. He looked at Paolo, then down at the floor, like he was battling his own demons. "There’s something you need to know about Lily… about the Antonov inheritance." "Spit it out." "She wouldn’t inherit anything. Not as long as she’s alone." He met my eyes, his voice grave. "The clause left by Lily’s bastard of a Russian grandfather was clear: the inheritance can only be released to the legitimate Antonov descendant—if she produces a blood heir."