The Inheritance Games Audiobook Novels & Stories

House Dominion with Jordan, Alexis, Brian, and Caroline; House Royal—Anabel, Theo, Eliza, and Oscar; House Phantom—Bianca, Felix, Leah, and Cyrus; House Titan—Ethan, Daniel, Ava, and Lucas; House Valiant—Oliver, Tessa, Jeremy, and Diana; and finally, House Elect, led by Adonis, Sophia, Julia, and Eddie. The House Masters stood at the front, watching closely but offering little in the way of comfort. Their presence alone was enough to remind everyone of the stakes. The silence that hung in the room was broken only by the occasional shuffle of paper or a whispered word between houses. Professor Whitmore’s voice rang out, crisp and clear. “Welcome, students, to the Inheritance Trial. You will e

"You gave up your Sovereign Sight to enter the circle. You are just a debtor now. And as your father’s heir, his 'Outstanding Balance' has defaulted to you." “Ting.” The sound was muffled, as if it were coming from deep underground. Task Thirty-Five: The Inheritance. To leave this house with your son, you must prove that the 'Vance' lineage is worth more than its debts. You must find one memory in this room that isn't owned by the Shop. If you find a single moment of pure, unbought love, the Audit fails. If you cannot, Cian becomes the new Ledger-Keeper. I looked around the room in despair. My father’s life had been a transaction. He had sold my mother’s jewelry, my sister’s happiness, and m

The Glamour Gift settled inside me, warm and dangerous. The library windows rattled. The red moon dimmed. The man's body began to fade into mist. "The gifts have been delivered," he said. "May each heir pay what she owes." "You had your turn in the last life," she said. "This one belongs to me." I looked at my sister and smiled back. Poor Lydia. She still believed the Scholar Gift had made me great. She had no idea what it had taken from me. And she had no idea that every gift from the Blood Ledger came with a bill.

Amelia's eyes moved across the pages, but her mind struggled to follow. "This… what is this?" she asked quietly. Gregory's voice stayed calm. "Your inheritance." The word did not land properly at first, but then it did. Her inheritance. She looked up quickly. "No… that's not possible. My grandfather was not wealthy like this." Gregory did not react. He simply waited. Amelia shook her head again. "He lived simply. He never talked about business or companies." "That was intentional," Gregory said softly. Her brows pulled together. "Intentional?"

She then proceeded to the estate and the ancient statues. August remained silent throughout, occasionally asking questions and moving drawings, simply staring at them and absorbing what Althea is telling him. He leaned back on his chair when Althea was finally finished telling him. "My Lord." He said in disbelief as his eyes scanned the drawings and maps. "The boy inherited both of you." Althea smiled. "I think he inherited Alessandro too." She added. August nodded slowly. "He absolutely did." He agreed. “That boy’s mind is definitely something valuable.”

“Why the sudden interest in that family again after two years?” That had been the most Adrian had spoken since he arrived. This time everyone knew they had to offer up answers to the Voss heir. A throat cleared, it was his uncle Ronald. “Adrian, the circle did in fact give her the scholarship. She qualified after all. She’s a smart girl, you should know.” He laughed, trying to make light of the situation. Other members awkwardly joined. Adrian’s face remained stone, the coldness in his eyes cutting the laugh off.

Sebastian said at last. Ivy turned to face him fully. “You’ll lose.” A corner of his mouth lifted. “You’re welcome to try and stop me.” Their gazes locked—not as lovers, not yet as enemies, but as two people who finally understood the scale of what stood between them. Outside, the estate grounds lay quiet, immaculate, unchanged. Inside, Julian Blackwood’s final gift took root. War, dressed as inheritance

His hand twitched like he wanted to touch her, but he held back. “Aria,” he said. The way he spoke her name felt like a brand. “Don’t,” she snapped. “Don’t say my name like you have any right to it. You rejected me. You banished me while your cum was still running down my legs. I want nothing from you except to leave with my children.” His jaw clenched. Golden eyes darkened. “You hid my heirs from me for five years.” “I protected them from you,” she shot back. “From this pack. From the monster who humiliated their mother for political power.”

My grandfather asks, looking at me confused. "I'm fine". Answering softly, faking a smile. "Vitor, it's a pleasure to see you again". David speaks greeting my grandfather. "The pleasure is all mine". My grandfather reciprocates. "This is my youngest son, George Conner". Speaks, pointing to the one I thought was my fiancé, making me look surprised. -This is my heir, Thomas Conner. -Speaks pointing to the man I spent the night with. "It's an honor to finally meet you, Mr. Montanari". He greets my grandfather with a friendly smile.

grandpa's voice echoed out and I just couldn't help but grit my teeth at that. Spencer was just as manipulative and contemptible as his mother and I wasn't gonna let him have my inheritance. AUTHORESS After Josh had left, Monroe Carter looked on at the doors with an expression of concern. "Why suggest he gets married before getting his inheritance? You know he's just gonna find some random bimbo to present to you right? That boy's obviously not ready to settle down, he doesn't even wanna be a CEO. He just wants to inherit everything else, the money, the estates, the lands and the rest of them" came Elizabeth as she walked towards a chair and sat majestically.