The Inheritance Games Aesthetic Novels & Stories

The unmarked girls were gone, taken into the first room we entered when we arrived where they would surely be blind folded, their hands tied behind their backs and they would return to the pack in the same manner that they were taken. The rustic metal hinges around the walls and the dark oak that surrounded us was screaming security. The leather couches and gold vase on top of the mantel seemed to be the Alpha’s taste. This Hunt, this game, had always been in their favor- it had never been about us girls but rather what we could contribute with our bodies, our beauty and our ability to bare heirs. God if my sister never had to experience this then I would have done something right in my life

I think as I take a swig from the glass of whiskey in my hand, letting the burn steady me. I curse under my breath, my frustration building with every second. My mother. My family. This goddamn legacy I've inherited. It's all rotten. All of it. A cancer that's eaten away at my soul for far too long. And now, knowing what I know, the full weight of it feels unbearable. The Conti brothers...their disappearance, the secrets surrounding them. It's all tied back to us, to my mother, to this cursed family.

He should be the winner right now because he is the one who has a child but the thing is there is a rule that he can't understand. ' The child must be beautiful ' He doesn't know the meaning of those words? Does the child have to be physically attractive ? He really can't understand what's running to his Grandfather head. Tonight Lorenzo calls his closest relatives to have a meeting with their Grandfather, Even though they are all competing for the inheritance, they all have one thing in common. They all don't want Xander to win the battle of succession. " Are we all complete?" Lorenzo asked as he stood up from sitting to the expensive red gold chair in the drawing room.

After saying that, she looked up and said in an icy tone, “I’m curious. Mr. Carter, why do you want to kill me?” Ben smiled and pursed his lips tightly. He obviously was not willing to answer. Since he did not want to talk, she could do it. Harmonia’s expression turned cold, and her beautiful face exuded an air of coldness as she said, “My grandfather has an unresolved and substantial inheritance explicitly designed for his direct descendants. However, the heir to this inheritance had yet to appear. However, a woman driving a Lamborghini finally came to claim the inheritance that day. You knew that all the villas in Area 1 belong to my grandfather.”

Chapter One hundred and Ninety one Desiree The common thing by about each room in the palace us the Gold aesthetic that most of them have to them. That touch of Gold will never seems to go extinct , no matter how cheap people have classified it as, it still holds this aura of royalty a kind of aura that never fades the kind of aura that gives ever green royalty is what I feel gold entails though there are many other precious elements expensive than Gold itself but to me, it still holds this clean Royalty vibe.

Because it’s not a game now, is it? And he is not in control, even if he pretends to be. As we approach, the details start to make themselves clear and my wolf growls to see that Death has not gathered an army, as I perhaps expected. No, instead he’s decorated his platform with gorgeous bouquets of black roses, heaps of silvery-green garland wreathed on every surface to create a scene as elaborate as it is dark. The girls – all of the contestants in his horrible Game – stand in a line at the black of the platform, all dressed in blood-red gowns.

But something about her… the deliberate grace in her steps, the unbothered tilt of her chin, the way the guards bowed without meeting her gaze—told me this wasn’t just power. It was legacy. She pushed open a glass door at the end of the hall, and the scent hit me first. Roses. Thick and cloying and heady. But not the kind in love poems. This was the scent of thorns. Of blood. Of something ancient and cruel. The room was built entirely of glass. A greenhouse. But not like any I’d seen before.

And Innis’ great-grandfather was skilled, I had already realized it. No weaker than Rene, definitely. Weaker than me, but that didn’t reflect much. The events had made it clear that brute force couldn’t solve everything. Some things couldn’t reveal themselves to everyone at any time, but I had power and desire, and Innis, Andago blood. We could combine them. I looked over her chambers. One would never think they belonged to a young girl. For instance, Dariola’s chambers were reminiscent of a bonbonniere: pretty bows, frills, ruffs, pictures, and statuettes, all white, pink, and gold, plus a few small dogs which reminded me of big furry roaches.

Her mother's comments drew an amused chuckle from her brother's lips as he flicked his phone from his pocket, casting his eyes down on the illuminated screen. Genevieve opened her mouth to protest her mother, as she turned and crossed the room once more, her elegant attire matching the black leather furnishing and statement pieces of naked trees laced with minuscule glass ornaments in small pots sat on tables and sheepskin rugs. It was an uneccessary, ornamental display Genevieve despised. The constant need for her mother to exist in melancholic aesthetic. "Get the semen out of your hair."

Smiling in response, she finished it off with a perfect knot, and then she stepped back, adoring her work as she brushed her palm against it, saying, "The party is invitation only, and I haven't seen-" "These?" Ethan said, pulling out two invitations and giving one to Nina. Hesitantly, she accepted it from his hand and took a look at it, seeing that her name was written perfectly on the invite. "I am sure Savannah did not give these to you, so how did you..." Nina said, glancing back at him suspiciously. Shrugging, Ethan leaned closer to her and whispered, "I know a guy who is good at replicating things. Once his finger touches something, you can not tell the difference between the original