The Inheritance Games Book 5 Novels & Stories

Lucianne’s sights went back to the papilio on the metal cover as she said, “It doesn’t feel like a coincidental similarity anymore.” Xandar agreed, “You’ve probably the heiress to this forest. The papilionibus were a sign of inheritance.” Pellethia begged to differ. “It’s strange though. I know my family’s history, and I’m not related to Dracula in the faintest way. Out of all the rulers that led the empire after his death, why am I the destined one?” “That’s the billion-dollar question,” Greg muttered to himself from the side. Lucianne’s hand reached for Pellethia’s shoulder, and she gave it a gentle squeeze as she spoke with an assuring smile, “Maybe we’ll find out one day. Together.”

Not that he could see it on my face as I steeled my expression, but something told me he still knew I was on edge. "I need something from Caspian. From the Castle of the Ryuu family, to be more precise. It's in the Kings Library. Usually, you have to be invited there to see anything in the library, but unfortunately, that isn't possible because: One Garren would grow suspicious if I went to visit. Two, my family isn't welcome in the library after something my sister did a few years ago. Since dragons are such but babies and hold grudges for centuries, I won't be able to get it in time. But you can, and you will get what I'm looking for." I swallowed a sharp lump in my throat.

He said slowly after thinking about the benefits they could get from this. “Thank you baby!” She said, hugging him tightly for a while. “So what’s the plan now?” She asked. “Carry on with the game for now…when it’s time to strike, I’ll let you know.” He said. “Okay…he sent me 5 million and I’ve sent it to your account now…you are the man, you should be in charge of the money.” She said, holding her phone to make the transfer. “I need to rest now…does anyone know I'm around except from sassy?” He asked.

Footsteps thundered up the stairs. Margaret burst in, her eyes instantly turning venomous when she saw Isabella on the floor. "You bitch!" Margaret pointed at me. "You want to get rid of Isabella's child so your little bastard can be the only heir? I never should have let you stay in this attic!" "I didn't push her!" "She tried to push me down the stairs!" Isabella wailed. Margaret immediately took out her phone. "Dr. Johnson? Get to the Blackwood estate. Now."

“You think I don’t know what he’s doing? I helped him draw the blueprints.” Julian blinked. She smiled. “You’re not the only heir playing a long game, Mr. Vince.” And that was when he realized: she wasn’t Crane’s weakness. She was his legacy. — Back in New York – Same Night Clarissa slammed the door open into the safehouse. “Aiden,” she called out. He looked up from his laptop, eyebrows furled. “What happened?” She held up a burner phone. “Emergency message. One of our contacts from Legal just went dark. But before that—he sent a code. It matches a set of offshore files buried under your dad’s name.”

The thought of someday having a family with these four men, carrying their children, continuing both the Maxwell and Blackthorne bloodlines, felt simultaneously terrifying and right. "That's... something to consider," I managed, feeling heat rise in my cheeks. Fin's grin was wicked as he caught my reaction through our bond. "Something to look forward to, you mean." I rolled my eyes, though I couldn't help smiling back. "We have quite a few things to handle before we start thinking about pups." "True," Liam agreed, though his green eyes held a softness that made my heart skip. "Reclaiming your heritage comes first." After dinner, we retired to the library where Alpha Maxwell had gathered the

“And I deserve to inherit her properties. Including this house,” Margaret rolled her eyes. “You are not even a real daughter,” she said, her voice dripping with malice. “You are just a mistake, a product of my father's infidelity. You don't deserve anything,” My father, Jenkins, looked at me with a mixture of disappointment and disgusting “You fool, you need to understand that you are not in a position to be making demands,” he said. “You've brought shame to this family and you need to be grateful that we're even willing to take you back in,”

“The Iranians answer to her. Not to their own government. Not to their own elders. To her. She’s the only person on earth who can call them off with a single phone call.” Alessa swallowed hard, an uncomfortable weight settling in her chest. “So what’s the second thing she has?” Vittorio’s lips curled. “The documents to your inheritance.” Alessa froze completely. “My what?” He chuckled. “Ah, your mother never told you? She always had a dramatic streak.” “Vittorio,” Alessa pressed, voice trembling slightly, “what inheritance?” “The true rights to your bloodline. The ones that prove you—Alessandra Genovese Moretti—are the legal heir to the throne Gloria built. The empire she designed. The dynas

A shadowy silhouette appeared on a rooftop far away— holding Clara’s grandmother’s old bracelet. The villain whispered: “Her family secret begins.” —END CHAPTER FIVE—

“If this Inheritance Clause traces to both families, Blackwood through Victor’s funding and Hartman through Margaret’s mergers…then everything we built sits on their unfinished war.” “Which means the Alliance was doomed from its foundation,” I said quietly. Evelyn - Executive Floor By afternoon, the sky over London carried the flat tone of gathering rain again…the colour of consequence. Luca handed me the printed summary Damien compiled, each page heavier than paper should feel. His wound still forced him to favour one side, yet he stood as firm as ever. “I hope you’re sitting down before reading that,” he said. “I learned to read bad news standing,” I replied. “It keeps me from collapsing.”