The Inheritance Games Aesthetic Novels & Stories

Lumen generated a new internal diagnostic: The Aesthetics of Endurance. It realized that beauty, in the colony model, was a function of survival. An object was beautiful not because it was new, but because it had been repaired with intent. The machine began to adjust the "Citywide Aesthetic Protocol" to favor visible repairs over seamless replacements.

I don’t even know why, it shouldn’t matter who they are, but the fact that she destroyed my one bit of peace should be enough. He frowns, looking at the destroyed canvases. And then he steps past me, walks up to one and lifts up the torn piece as if to make it whole. My father’s face stares back at me. His hard eyes, his strong features that I inherited instead of the delicateness of my mother’s. I wonder if that’s sometimes why he spared me. Why he didn’t have me put down the minute he realised I was a Mutt, that, because I resembled him in looks, that was the reason he couldn’t spill my blood.

The girl looked at me. With my eyes. Not similar. Not almost. My eyes. My breath stopped right away. Behind me I heard Noah Carter say my name, but his voice sounded far removed. Because suddenly the room began to change. The old star wallpapers swoop. Water ran down the walls. The soil became wet sand. And in my head there was something that had been closed for years. Not memory. Something deeper. inheritance. The girl got up slowly. Little.

“Talk to me.” She hesitated. Not because she didn’t trust him. Because she did. “That room,” she said quietly. “The yacht. The way they looked at me after. I don’t think I can go back to pretending I don’t see it now.” Cassian propped himself up on one elbow, studying her carefully. “Once you see the machinery, you can’t unknow it.” “And you live in it,” she said. Not accusing. Observing. “Yes.” “Does it ever stop feeling… dirty?”

Turning from the window, I straightened the lapels of my suit, armoring myself. Then she walked in. Her shoulders were set, her chin held high, the dark shades perched on her nose a perfect emblem of her arrogance. My eyes, sharp and searching, caught the glint of a familiar watch on her wrist. A huge, painful lump formed in my throat. This woman was squandering my inheritance, luxuriating in a life that was mine. "Hello, Mrs. Williams. It's a pleasure to finally meet you," I said, the smile on my lips a cold, calculated gesture that never touched my eyes.

he began "what's the problem? why arnt you giving in to the bond?" I sighed "because... I... I read a book recently, it spoke about a new phenomenon where you can build a mate bond..." He scoffed, half laughing "that's ridiculous... there is one true mate for every wolf..." "it's true Alex. I... I'm part of the Princess Games... I'm just visiting from the palace... Grey... well Prince Grey officially... I've started to feel parts of that bond..." I paused, sighing "I've also felt parts of it with his brother Ezra."

Morgan to his cell, Angelic promised her dad that she would do everything to prove his innocence. The next day, William and Angelicp went back to Miss Eleonor Catwood's lab to see the result of her study about the candy. Miss Catwood was a pharmaceutical scientist who had been used to examining different types of medicines. She looked old at her age of 45 yet her brain was so clever that she was able to describe the candy by just looking at it. She said that it was not really a candy, it was formulated to kill human system particularly the internal organs including the major parts such as respiratory and nervous system. The candy was just a trick to cover the deadly particles.

The enormous chandeliers for parties, the brightly colored orgy-like paintings were plastered in each partition. “I still can’t get used to those,” Willa pointed to the naked faes dancing. “But they have been here forever, and I don’t want to be ‘that one queen,’ who is uncomfortable at looking at the fae heritage art,” she snorted. Each species had its quirks, and the faes certainly had their kinkiness about them. I shivered, thinking about how I shared that part of me with Adam.

Darius didn’t want to break the kiss neither did she but their lack of air made their wants unfulfilled as they broke apart with smiles on their faces. “I guess I’ve grown to like you too.” She brought one of her brows up, tilting her head slightly. “You guess?” He laughed and kissed her once more. - “Thank you all for coming tonight. As you know whoever the Tyler family chooses must be able to have kids, we need heirs who will be able to continue our great legacy. So after dinner, the women will have a sample of their blood taken to be tested for fertility and the men will each get cups where they will place their sperm to test their fertility. I expect to have your cups tomorrow at 10. Now

Cole gritted his teeth and answered, “It means his good looks have nothing to do with the Yorks family.” Noel was distraught. “Why not? Even though I look rough, I’ve gone to school before as well. They taught us that half of the children’s genes come from their father and half from their mother.” Noel looked at Jenson’s faint smile and handsome appearance, then decided to suppress his bad temper. He smiled back. “You’re still young, Jens. Once you’ve learned the theory of genetic inheritance, you wouldn’t be saying these words anymore.” Jenson retorted calmly, “Perhaps the Yorks family’s genes are recessive. Coincidentally, they were overpowered by the Ares family’s domineering and dominant