The Inheritance Games Book 3 Novels & Stories

“Are you both ready for this? There’s no turning back once I turn this lock. It’s not too late for either of you to go to the warehouse.” “Open the door Grayson. No need to go through it all again,” said Leo. He sighed, “It was worth a try.” He turned the key in the lock. One click and their lives were about to change again. A dangerous game they were about to play. Amber didn’t like feeling like a fucking pawn. But she was really the fucking queen, lying in wait to make her move. To help bring about the Endgame. She was going to fight for her happy ending.

If Kyle was capable of feeling anything like joy, this was the closest he’d come. Just a few short weeks ago, he had been, punished, acid poured on his face, cast out from his brethren—a freak, a pariah, never to set foot here again. Now here he was, back underneath City Hall, the new leader of the Blacktide Coven. He had managed to overthrow Rexius, to avenge himself on all of his old enemies, and to hold firm possession of the Sword. He even led an army of thousands, and all the local covens had shown deference to him. The world belonged to him.

"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.

She had both hands pressed flat on the table and her eyes were wide and bright and she looked more awake than she had in weeks. "The quiet one," she said. "Yes." "The one with the journal." "Yes." "The one betrothed to the Thorne girl." "Grandma!" I growled in frustration. “They are all betrothed to the Thorne girls and I do not want to remember that” "I am just making sure I have the right boy, Wren. There are three of them." She picked up her cup again. Took a slow sip. Her eyes dancing excitedly over the rim of it. "How was it?"

Turning from the window, I straightened the lapels of my suit, armoring myself. Then she walked in. Her shoulders were set, her chin held high, the dark shades perched on her nose a perfect emblem of her arrogance. My eyes, sharp and searching, caught the glint of a familiar watch on her wrist. A huge, painful lump formed in my throat. This woman was squandering my inheritance, luxuriating in a life that was mine. "Hello, Mrs. Williams. It's a pleasure to finally meet you," I said, the smile on my lips a cold, calculated gesture that never touched my eyes.

Gael, Hakeem, and I had passed out after four hours of non-stop mating. I was sandwiched between my two men, my head resting on Hakeem’s chest and Gael’s leg and arm thrown over both of us as he snuggled into my back. I felt as if I had just fallen asleep when flashes and fragments of dreams began to play through my mind. They were disjointed, speeding through my mind almost too fast to catch. There is Charlie holding two pups in her arms, the pack being attacked on the western front, Arya fallen to her knees sobbing in the middle of a battlefield, funeral pyres, me looking down at my pregnant stomach with Gael and Hakeem smiling down at me, whoops of victory and wails of defeat. As the

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I pull her back up and I can see a bruise already forming on her face. “You’re a dead man” A the guy says grabbing a knife from his pocket. I push River behind me and I grab my gun from the back of my jeans and I point at his head. “You are” - I say and his eyes grow wider as he sees the crown designed on my gun in red. “You’re the heir” - he says stuttering. I tilt my head and I offer him a sickening smile. “You got that right” - I say still pointing the gun at him.

I have never been defeated in life and today, I have been defeated 9 times in a row. “ We won’t lose, Uncle! We don’t play with cheaters! ” Celia says smugly. Immediately, she swipes the tower, causing all the blocks to drop. An involuntary giggle erupts from my mouth as I turn to her and pull her in my arms. “ Now this is cheating! You knew I would have won this round so you just ruined the game! ” Draven groans, his victory smile turning into a scowl. “ Good Job, Baby Princess. ” I pat her back as she climbs into my lap and sticks her tongue out to Draven.

“He believed people are their truest selves under pressure. In a game. He designed one for us.” She held up the key. “There are others. He said if we find them all before the seventy-two hours are up, we unlock the ‘true inheritance.’ Something beyond the money.” Liam felt a prickle of unease. This was exactly the kind of convoluted game Arthur had loved. A test. Always a test. “And if we don’t?” Isabelle’s gaze was steady. “Then we get the money and go our separate ways, I suppose. Having proven his point—that we couldn’t see it through together.” She pocketed the key. “But I don’t like to lose.”