The Inheritance Games Aesthetic Novels & Stories

"It's me." My tone was firm, but there was helplessness in it, too. The three of them were so angry that they nearly hit me. "We think it's you, too, but the point is the Coxes will kill you!" They paced around anxiously. "They clearly already drafted the billion-dollar inheritance agreement. They're just waiting for the heiress to sign it. So why would they kill you the moment you're confirmed as the heiress?" Rebecca clutched her head.

"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"

There were documents detailing estates, investments, and properties that I could never imagine myself owning? "How is this possible?" I breathed, as my hands trembled through the papers. Your mother was part of a legacy far bigger than what you were led to believe," Eleanor explained. "These properties are your inheritance, a symbol of your true identity as Amethyst Amadeus. It's time you claim what is rightfully yours.".

“Thanks for the options. I’ll build my own.” The bead held. Then it drifted, slow as held breath, and nested over Kael’s mark like it had always known where to go. Our twin crescents answered, a soft pulse under skin. Someone in the gallery swore quietly. Someone else crossed themselves to three gods at once, hedging bets. “Accepted,” the Hall said again, but there was grit in it this time, like it didn’t love being taught anything. Solven’s head tilted. “You refuse inheritance.” “I refuse cages that pretend to be crowns,” I said.

“What the fuck…” It wasn’t just big. It was gorgeous. Dark gothic furniture. Velvet, obsidian, silver accents. Floating candles. Posters of angry girl bands and spell choked concert scenes. The castle had literally remodeled a suite to match her aesthetic. That doesn’t happen. Ever. I stepped inside, still stunned, running my fingers across the silk drapes with sigils woven into the hem. “How did this...?” She shrugged, feigning innocence with the world’s least innocent face.

But this time, she had not seen far enough. “You believe he will abuse it,” I went on, pouring myself a glass of aged whiskey from the crystal decanter. “You believe he will squander resources chasing pride and vengeance.” She didn’t deny it. “Would you disagree?” “No,” I replied easily. “I expect him to.” She stilled. The glass clinked faintly against the rim as I set the decanter down. “I released the inheritance,” I continued, “because I need him unstable.” Her expression shifted to understanding. The vision I had in mind was Slowly blooming in hers

“I inherited you.” He rose. Shadows peeled off his shoulders like smoke, reforming into armor that gleamed with the same faint silver as her veins. “Inheritance is creation, little queen. You carry the seed of what I was, and now it blooms.” Mia’s blade appeared in her hand, summoned by instinct. The silver flame that once answered her call burned lower now, flickering red at the edges. “You can speak in riddles all you want, but you’re still just a parasite. I’ll cut you out.”

It was all his plan to begin with. From her grandmother to herself, everyone was merely a player in the game he had created. The game of inheritance. He purposely made them all fought for it. His children and their wives were automatically out of the game because during their younger years, there was a huge fight going on which had their rights removed in an instant. She was too young to understand what it was, she only remembered the aftermath of it. Drinking her tea, she returned to face him once more. Her eyes gazed deep into his as she explained.

I have never seen two people alike who are obsessed with the heirlooms or others and love to put such homes in ruins and get whatever is left of it. Yes, that is how we made our money. It's dirty, but I love it. And since they count me as a no good, I don't know much of the details. My only duty if I am to keep my inheritance was to ensure I get married to Alessia. And every of my patience is about to go down the drain. My hazy mind heard a knock on the door, staggering i tried to keep myself still before making my way to the door. Counting my breath, I opened the door. My mum stood by the hallway staring at me with those scary vicious blue eyes of hers.

I'm his completely. I lie back so I can look up at the stars. There's something about this place. Not just the maze - though this labyrinth certainly holds its own special sort of power - but the entire estate. It's in Calder's blood. And Lou's. And Ward's, from what I've seen. And I'm beginning to think it's in mine, too. It's become a part of me in a way I can't explain. It's part of my own fairy tale. And though my "happily ever after" is probably a little more complicated than most, I wouldn't change a thing.