The Inheritance Games Audiobook Novels & Stories

“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

I said slowly, “I am working with his base.” “Yes.” The newborn god nodded once. “Your alignment may be activating the original design.” The words settled heavily. “So this is not about jealousy,” I said softly. “No,” Death replied. “It is about inheritance.” Kieran’s voice grew sharp. “She is not his heir.” “Not by choice,” Death said. The ancient signature spread another layer through the structure. I felt it reaching toward the succession decree. “It is reassembling,” the newborn god whispered. “How?” I asked.

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 seriously and with that look that would make others cringe. Others could cringe at the look on my grandfather's face, except me. After all, I lived with him all my life and ended up inheriting a good part of his personality. "I can try". I said, forcing a smile. "For two months at most". David speaks with authority, faking a sympathetic smile. "I believe that..." Thomas begins to speak and I wait expectantly for him to say something against his father. "In a month or less, the wedding should come off". Speaks with a corner 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.

All he can hear was the sound of a kid crying for help. "Help me... I just want to play but he killed me." The voice of the little girl sounds familiar, Doctor Morgan was in fear that moment, but he tried to keep calm despite the creepy scenario. He tried to looked around but he can see nothing but the blinding darkness, he heard the voice of the kid, chuckling, laughing and crying out for help. "Help me... I just want to play but he killed me." "Who killed you?" "Mentris... Mentris.... He will come to kill you Doctor Morgan!"

The air in the room seemed to change, as though the shadows themselves were leaning in, listening. “But...” she continued, her voice taking on a more serious tone now, one that Julian couldn't ignore. It was like she was warning him, “It’s not going to be simple. You’ll inherit more than just wealth. There are people in place, people who’ve been operating in the shadows for years, who will test your authority, challenge your claim. And many of them? They won’t be thrilled about you taking control.” Her lips curled into a faint, bitter smile, but her eyes remained cold, calculating. “You’re not just inheriting an empire. You’re inheriting enemies.”

But beyond the entrance, there were no soft prayers or quiet eulogies—only hoarse, grief-stricken cries tearing through the still air. "Jasper, what are you playing at, pretending to be dead?! The head of the family is dead. The Hale family’s inheritance should be divided among everyone!" One mocked, "Inheritance?! Haha, what inheritance? Wasn’t it all snatched by others? Useless! Jasper, you’re a useless wretch, I spit on you!" "Hey, you can’t talk like that. The head of the family is dead, but that doesn’t mean the documents are invalid."

Still, I forced a smile, clutching the folder to my chest as I left the office. As I stepped into the elevator, the weight of the folder felt like a victory. Finally, after weeks of planning and scheming, I had what I needed. The inheritance was within reach. The power was mine. This was my game now. And I wasn’t just playing to win—I was playing to destroy. Let the games begin.