The Inheritance Games Audiobook Novels & Stories

“You must remind the elders that the name cannot be erased by a court filing, a temporary injunction, or any threat made by the bank auditors.” “We have the original ledger books from ninety-two to prove the inheritance,” Lola noted. “My uncle kept them hidden in the lower garage for over a decade, but the seals are completely intact and the council has already recognized the markings.” “Is the paperwork fully prepared for him?” my father asked. “The book is ready, but we left the signature lines completely blank because we wanted you to look at the text first,” Lola said. “I do not need to read the pages to know what is written on them,” my father asserted, his jaw tightening for a brief se

“Mama… she said the other one is awake now. And she’s looking for you.” Savannah held her child close, heart clanging against her ribs. Colton entered, drawn by instinct. “What is it?” “She’s remembering things she’s never been told,” Savannah whispered. Colton looked at Eva’s pale face. “It’s started.” Savannah’s voice was hollow. “What has?” He looked between them. “The inheritance. Not of blood. Of memory.” Eva closed her eyes and said, “The girl in glass is bleeding again.”

It took everything I had not to throw the wine right back at her. "No," I said, walking past her and dropping my bag on the counter. "I didn't sign." Sienna froze. The glass in her hand wobbled. "Wait, what? Why not? Did Marcus get cold feet? I thought he was so ready for this." "It wasn't Marcus," I said, turning to face her. I watched her closely, looking for that tiny crack in her mask. "The bank flagged my inheritance. There’s a random audit on the estate. Everything is locked down for at least thirty days."

The room remained deathly silent as I folded my hands on the table, surveying the faces around me. “Now,” I said, my voice calm but commanding, “let’s discuss the future of The Emperor’s Company. Shall we?” "Miss Laila if you're talking about inheritance law put your stepmom here and your step sister Mara also inherit it!" Mr Williams opposed. This game is becoming tougher than I thought! Mara’s lips pressed into a thin line, and Hamilton’s fake smile had all but vanished. They thought they could break me, but they underestimated me. This wasn’t just about survival anymore. This was about reclaiming what was rightfully mine—and making them pay for everything they’d done.

When they try to take your voice, the next page read, remember this: nothing survives being named by the wrong person. I closed the book. Outside, engines turned over. Messages arrived. Movements aligned. The inheritance wasn’t a crown. It was a line drawn in blood and choice. And I was ready to cross it.

"So for this day forth, after fifteen years of finding the lost last descendant of the Athlas Royal Family, from the Highest Royal Council, we decree to find for the next suitable Heir of the Athlas Royal Kingdom's Crown. The examination will start after the next full moon and will end after a year of temporary stay in the Palace as part of the evaluation. Everyone from the noble families that is of the age of fifteen to sixteen shall be picked to be one of the nominees to be the first new ruler of one of the most prominent kingdoms in the Pecullium World, the kingdom of Athlas." As the decree was made and announced to the royal court and was soon unravel throughout the other fractions of t

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.”

“And you pay taxes, Axel?” “Like you said, I’m a criminal.” I smirked. “But if I don’t pay taxes, and you don’t pay taxes…then you’re also a criminal. Right?” I cocked my head slightly. “That’s how logic works, doesn’t it? That’s what I remember from that hoity-toity philosophy class you forced me to take.” “Just take the money, Axel. Get out of our lives once and for all.” The smirk remained on my face, but truth be told, I died every time he spoke to me this way. “You can’t buy me out, Father. I will never relinquish my inheritance, the assets that’ve been handed down through the generations. I’m proud of my ancestry.”