Libby Inheritance Games Novels & Stories

Lydia said while sitting up straight, "No," I and Lillian said at once when we heard what game she wants us to play with her, she looked at us with an unimpressed look on her face, "We are not kids anymore to play silly games," Lillian said, Lydia moved the shots far from Lillian as she tried to take a shot, "You'll touch this when you'll agree to play," she said, I glanced at Lillian and saw her looking at me while sighing and slowly nodding her head,

I was meant to only see it. Even curses can be changed. I formed out of the shadows of my father’s room as I watched while he struggled to breathe. Give it a few more weeks and he would be no more. That was the position, I place him in. To be slowly wasting away while not be able to do anything and knowing that there was no salvation coming, just death. Well death was here, in form of his younger heir to the throne. I needed to remove this Yama and cause havoc between my brother and his wife more. Then, maybe then. I will gain control of the throne and the empire as it is my birthright.

He made his move, and smiled at Lara as she played her penultimate card. "I will pass," the blonde, Aaron's companion, raised her hands, passing the turn to him. Aaron smiled subtly at Lara, so discreetly that she was the only one to notice. He slowly placed the last card he had in his hand on the table, declaring himself the winner of the game. At least he thought so. "Are we done here?" Granger used a clear, somewhat arrogant tone. "I hate to admit it, but I think so," Will threw the two cards he still had on the table, showing that he could not match Aaron's game.

“Care to enlighten me?” “You don’t need a pretend girlfriend to go to your sister's wedding. You could actually go alone. And if you’re desperate enough for a date, you could always get anyone. You are Dominique Gray. A lot of women would kill to go on this trip with you. And if you ever run out of choices, you could get an escort. All of this is part of your little game to get inside my pants again.” “The last time I checked you picked out the game and you failed. Did you do that on purpose? Because a part of you is enjoying this little game of ours and you wouldn’t like for it to come to an end.”

Lucas saw tears appearing in his grandfather’s eyes, threatening to spill. “After the war, Seth needed a Gamma that knew how to fight and his had died in the war, so he forced me to take the position. I didn’t want to work with this monster, but he had made up his mind. So, he kidnapped Louise, my mate, and put her in prison. Every time he wanted me to do something, he would bring me down to see her, and he would torture her until I broke and would do everything he asked. I felt her pain, her desperation, I would do anything to make it stop.”

“If Silver scribes had the guts to make up lies this dull I’d clap for them.” He shut up. He was wise. I tapped the page again. There was a bloodline note. It said "Dormant”. It said "Activation clause”. It said "Inheritance anomaly”. Those are the kind of words that start wars. End dynasties. Lyra didn’t know. That was the part. All that growling. All that. Hands on her belly like she was guarding gold. She didn’t know what she had. Not all of it. Not the old part.

And above all… do your best to speak only truth, or the Game will know. Lies are the currency of the damned. ] Farrah took a deep breath as she carefully read the rules. This was her lifeline after all. She had basically just died from the car accident, and she didn’t want to die again. If there was a chance of survival, she might as well cling to it. Still, she couldn’t help but feel nervous. This simply felt too unreal. “This is insane…” she whispered. “It’s a nightmare. It has to be.”

I’ve overseen shipments that cost more than small countries’ GDPs. I’ve stood in rooms where men decided whether someone lived or disappeared. I have stared down enemies who would happily gut me for sport. None of that prepared me for Libby standing in the entryway of the estate, holding a box labeled EMMA – IMPORTANT STUFF, while Emma herself ricocheted off every surface like a feral pinball. “IS THIS A REAL CASTLE?” Emma shouts, already halfway down the hall. “It is not a—” I start, then stop when she skids into the formal sitting room. “Emma, sweetheart, maybe don’t touch—” “There’s a POOL,” she screams, sprinting past a very expensive sculpture. “AND A GARDEN. AND—IS THAT A MOVIE ROOM?”

“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

"Call me Lily. "Player 8 is a fugitive who killed three people in the real world. Things got too hot outside, so he hid in this game. You may not be aware of this yet, but as long as players choose to stay, this game can continue indefinitely. He has already won at least four rounds here, piling up unimaginable wealth and experience in killing." The massive flood of information hit me like a tidal wave. If what she was saying was true, then Henry's reason for getting close to me was likely because he had recognized me as the previous round's winner, a prey worth 500 million dollars.