The Inheritance Game Novels & Stories

"Look at me Adeline. Do I look like I have any worthy collateral for the multi-millions we need" I had bought him new shirts. But Conrad still wore the ones with holes in them. "What if I take out a loan? I have properties of my—" Wait. I did not have properties of my own anymore. I had sold them out. "Maybe I could pawn some of my jewelry." "You have already pawned enough. The ones left are your family heirlooms and the ones your father specifically gifts you" "Maybe I could pawn those ones off?" “If your father finds out you are going to be disinherited"

“The deadline is approaching. If you don’t make a move soon, you’ll be forfeiting the inheritance.” “Good,” I said flatly. Richard sighed. “Gabriel, you’re throwing away billions. Do you understand that? I know you have your own company, but Montclair Advertising is a fraction of what Montclair Enterprises is worth.” I clenched my jaw. “I don’t care. I won’t be manipulated into doing what James wants.” “You don’t have to do what he wants,” Richard pressed. “You just have to play the game long enough to secure your position. If you don’t acknowledge the inheritance and…”

Still, I forced a smile, clutching the folder to my chest as I left the office. As I stepped into the elevator, the weight of the folder felt like a victory. Finally, after weeks of planning and scheming, I had what I needed. The inheritance was within reach. The power was mine. This was my game now. And I wasn’t just playing to win—I was playing to destroy. Let the games begin.

“Welcome, students, to the Inheritance Trial. You will each control a fictitious business empire, complete with assets, stocks, debts, and investments. The goal is simple: outsmart, outplay, and outlast your rivals. Manipulate the market, form alliances, or sabotage your competitors—but remember, there is only one victor.” Her eyes scanned the room, making sure every student understood the gravity of her words. “Your house masters will be present, offering advice, but they are forbidden from directly intervening. You must rely on your own skill, intellect, and strategy. The trial will last until noon, and your wealth will be measured at the end. Good luck.” With that, the bell rang again, si

“No matter what happens, the final result won’t show that he’s Old Mr. Tanner’s biological grandson!” “This male lead is beyond saving. Let’s sit back and watch the show!” My hand paused as I rolled up my sleeve. What did they mean by saying the results would never show I was his biological grandson, no matter what happened? Everyone in a powerful family like this had their own agenda. When an inheritance was at stake, there was nothing they wouldn’t do. This was clearly far more complicated than I’d expected. Just as the doctor was about to insert the needle, a voice came from outside.

According to the Moretti family's rules, my twin sister Chloe and I were supposed to inherit our grandmother's trust when we turned eighteen. But the night before the trust was unlocked, my mother came to us with red-rimmed eyes and told us the family was three million dollars in debt. We needed to pay it off immediately. My fiancé Damian held my hand and moved our wedding date up to the end of the year. He promised we'd face it together. That night, Chloe and I both signed the waiver. Three days later, I got my Harvard acceptance letter with a full scholarship. I rushed home early to share the news—and walked straight into the living room projector still running. On the screen was a g

My eyes narrrowed. “Fourteen down,” Grandma said, her voice wobbling. “‘Inheritance.’ Eleven letters.” My head snapped toward her. She looked back at me with wide innocent eyes and I kicked the bed frame again. Nate filled in INHERITANCE without noticing anything. Grandma watched him write with desperate tenderness, her eyes going from his hands to my stomach and back, over and over. I just stared at the crossword until the letters blurred. Then Nate dropped his pen. It rolled off the tray and under Grandma’s bed.

STORY EIGHT: THE INHERITANCE GAME PART ONE Anne Hargrove stood in the middle of the master bedroom on what should have been their third anniversary, staring at the contract her husband Ethan had left open on his laptop like a deliberate slap to the face. She had been sold. Not metaphorically. Literally.

Evelyn lifted her eyes to meet Asmodeus' inexplicably flinty gaze, and she nodded uncertainly, saying, "Yeah, what's up?" Asmodeus said happily, "That would be great! According to the rules, I'm allowed to inherit you! You'll come with me when the time comes, it just so happens that I don't have anything else in particular that I want, it's not like Niederhogg is father's inheritance ...... and it's better to have you than anything else." "Play bugs and chess with me again." Asmodeus said. Evelyn laughed a little and reminded him, "But Baymont and the others have inheritance rights too oh?"

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