The Inheritance Games Audiobook Novels & Stories

"I won't give you ROQ," "You should," he counters, "Walk away with your inheritance fund and let me handle the company, instead." "No." A sinister smile creeps across his face. "Very well. But remember, you asked for this." "I won't give you ROQ."

Well, he probably didn't care much about an unborn kid a thousand years in the future. Anyway, after the blond-boys hunt ended, one of the last ones with orange eyes started a rebellion using the large poor communities from where he came. He founded a new republic called Castela in the north of the island. And died a few days after the founding of the new kingdom. Then a boy said to be the heir of the hero "Arthur" assumed the throne. The End! Really, only the first paragraph of this book is worth reading. The rest of this book talks only about politics.

I felt my grandfather’s eyes linger for quite a bit, before he cleared his throat and began. “Leanna Thorn. You invoked the sacred Lunar trials, using your right as a member of the ruling family, laying your claim to the throne of Alpha,” he started, the air in the hall turning ceremonial. My gaze remained fixated on the ground as I wanted nothing more than to run away. A part of me even wished for that arrogant alpha to show himself and somehow mess things up. I turned to the side, instantly finding his figure in the crowd, but to my disappointment, he just stood silently, watching everything play out with the cold arrogance of a peak predator.

He was a tall man with a composed posture, the kind who didn’t raise his voice but made the room freeze anyway. “You’re throwing it all away for that boy?” Marcus had growled, his fists planted on the oak table in the dining room. “The Sinclair Group isn’t a game, Audrey. This inheritance, this name, it’s your inheritance. Your grandmother built half of it with her own hands. And you’re just going to throw it all away for some Lockwood nobody?”

Alicia laughed. "No." "Eventually he would've." "Maybe." "Definitely." That night, after everyone else had gone to bed, Alicia stood by the window overlooking the snowy grounds. The estate was quiet. Peaceful. Home. Alex joined her a few moments later. Neither spoke immediately. Sometimes silence was enough. Finally Alex nodded toward the notebook on the desk. "The Eleanor Foundation." Alicia smiled. "Too much?" "Not even close." She leaned against him. Warm. For years she'd inherited secrets.

She searched for fifteen minutes while the rain came down and found three possibilities and read their websites carefully. The third one was right, a two-person firm in a part of the city that wasn't on anyone's radar, specialising in estate and inheritance law, good reviews, no obvious connections to anything she needed to be afraid of. She stopped under a shop awning and called the number. It rang four times. Then a woman answered, professional, unhurried. "I'd like to file an inheritance claim," Liora said. "Against the Rhodes estate. On behalf of a proven blood relative." She paused. "Anonymously, for now. I have documentation."

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.

“Your inheritance.” The words flatly didn't make sense, and I laughed quietly…not because it was funny, but because my mind simply refused to process them. “My inheritance?” “Yes.” I stared blankly at her. “What inheritance?” Esther reached across the table and covered my trembling hand with hers. “Before you married Nathaniel, before you ever became part of the family, there was a secret your parents went to great lengths to hide from you.” My throat tightened painfully. “Esther, please stop speaking in riddles.”

Hey, lovelies! Thank you so much to all of you who have waited for this book's release through the setbacks! For those of you who are new here, this is the fourth installment and should be read after Timber, Mated to Brianna, and Mylo (which is at the end of Timber), but for sure after Mated to Brianna which will set the stage and characters for this book. This book is a slow burn with some spicy heat later on - and lots of it! It’s going to have a few M-M moments, possible triggers, and the heirs can have quite the potty mouths.

What game was he playing, proposing something so absurd? “Because I can help you get your inheritance.” His words stopped her cold. Autumn’s eyes widened as she tried to mask her shock. How did he know about her inheritance? “W-What are you talking about?” she shot back, louder than intended, hoping someone outside might hear. “You’re definitely drunk, you arrogant ass!” “You have an inheritance,” Elliot persisted, undeterred. “Your grandmother willed it to you, didn’t she?” Autumn’s gaze turned steely as she tried to recover, though curiosity flared beneath her mask of anger. “And what if I do?” she said mockingly. “Are you hoping to get your hands on it?”