The Inheritance Game Novels & Stories

She took a few steps back. I slowly looked to both girls before flinging my hands. Scissor, paper, paper. That was the outcome. And I was scissors.... "Yes!", I jumped for some reason. "Why so happy? You don't even know the rules", Freya rolled her eyes. The game master stepped forward. "Oakbay academy will do the seeking". I was lost in thought as to whether that was a good or bad thing? There were twenty-nine players left altogether. "The other schools will hide while you'll try to kill them. Only Oakbay is allowed to use weapons"

Marcia's heart stirred as she looked at Colby, sensing what he might say. "Judith...took her own life in my study," Colby began, his voice distant. "At the time, Eli and I were playing chess in the living room. We thought Judith was just napping in her room. Who could have imagined that she'd leave us like that? Over the years, Eli and I have never been alone together, afraid that we might blame each other. Why did we stubbornly insist on finishing that game of chess instead of checking on her sooner?"

The air grew still between us, the sun warming the tops of our heads, the game long forgotten. “Also let me tell you - ” she cleared her throat, “our grandfather wasn't a straightforward man, he liked to play sick twisted games just for the fun of it, and even in his death he made sure those games kept on running even if it involved the lives of his grandchildren. That inheritance - the clauses to claim it - it has no end Cheryl, it might just be a ploy to keep Oliver married.” I didn’t know what to say. Not at first but her words had sliced something to me, I didn't know how to process it, I didn't know what to make of it so I stayed silent for the mean time.

“The stakes here are not fair.” “How is it not fair? You keep telling me to leave you alone even though your body doesn’t think so. Now I’m giving you a chance to actually make me leave you alone. All you have to do is choose any game of your choice and win.” Dominique is calm as he watches me intently. “You know, you’re at a more advantage here. You get to choose the game and it could be anything you want. Chess, pool, whatever you want.”

I grabbed the spare toothbrush she always had in her cabinet. “Wait…” She stared at me through the mirror. “He cooked for you?” I nodded slowly, afraid that I'd burst into tears again. “It was the best rice and stew I ever tasted.” Then I added on a second thought. “Besides grandma’s own that is.” “The James Mckenna I know cooked for you,” she looked at me in surprise. “Girl, I think you need to give me your game card.” I pressed down on the tooth paste a little too hard. “Does it matter? He’s manipulative and a liar.”

My grandfather asks, looking at me confused. "I'm fine". Answering softly, faking a smile. "Vitor, it's a pleasure to see you again". David speaks greeting my grandfather. "The pleasure is all mine". My grandfather reciprocates. "This is my youngest son, George Conner". Speaks, pointing to the one I thought was my fiancé, making me look surprised. -This is my heir, Thomas Conner. -Speaks pointing to the man I spent the night with. "It's an honor to finally meet you, Mr. Montanari". He greets my grandfather with a friendly smile.

I said bravely. “Yes, you’re right, Hija. This game will end tonight. And you know who the winner is?” she said, touching her lips and playing with them. “Me, myself, and I!” And she laughed crazily. I shook my head, staring intently at Tita Ingrid's relentless laughter. It felt like she was losing her mind. Staring at her intently, I realized where this game started. It started when Mom and Dad disappeared, and her first steps into the chapel where my parents were laid to rest. It all started when I first saw her and met her face-to-face. Her. She was the true owner of this game, from the very beginning. Tita Ingrid ruled this game. Shocks! She’s the ruler! What else had she done be

Clara tried to concentrate on what the lawyer was saying as he had already started talking. “I know you are all wondering why I called you here. The Smiths and Jones left a will to be read after an agreement to proceed with the wedding, and I can see a sense of agreement.” He raised his eyes from his glasses. We all looked at each other. Then he continued. “There is a sort of inheritance in both families' name, but some requirements have to be met.” Estelle Smith was the first to speak up, “What do you mean by inheritance? I mean, all our properties are accounted for. Where is this coming from?”

Chapter 692 Have a Talk Alone The word "inheritance" reminded Sydney of some plots in TV dramas. 'In some big families, there are always some hereditary treasures for sons- or daughters-in-law.' 'Thus, the bracelet may have the same meaning.' 'After all, TV dramas' plots come from life, and the Flint family is big. It isn't surprising that they have a hereditary treasure for sons- or daughters-in-law.' Sydney didn't speak out her thoughts.

I had thought I would calmly expose his lies, but my body couldn't help but tremble as I spoke. "You disgust me! Since that's the case, I'm done playing this game. Go, be happy with her." Shane didn't expect me to know the truth, and he couldn't even form a proper sentence. "W-What do you mean, you're done playing this game?" "I'll leave this world. I won't appear in front of you anymore." A trace of panic appeared on Shane's face. He clenched his fists, but with so many people around, he still forced a smile. "That's got to be a bluff! Your mission's not complete yet, so your sister will die!"