The Inheritance Games By Jennifer Lynn Barnes Novels & Stories

"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.

Alexander’s words echoed in my mind, replaying over and over again. “This”, he said, gesturing to the lavish dressing room in his mansion filled with racks of designer gowns I never dreamt I would ever lay eyes on, “is your new arsenal. You are my prized possession, Hannah. And my team will transform you into the epitome of wealth and class. You, my dear, shall make them forget everything about your past and create your new presence.” And truly, I felt different. I now sat just across my nemesis, under her scrutiny. Our eyes met for a brief second, and I threw a charming smile, uninterestedly shifting my gaze back to the auction an item was bought in.

But then again, he didn't have expert knowledge on the recent happenings, so he was forced to agree. “They’re calling it Luna’s Wrath,” he continued. “They’re wrong.” A chill slid down my spine. “Then what is it?” Rael stepped closer, voice dropping. “Inheritance.” The word struck harder than any accusation. I laughed once. It was sharp, brittle. “I don’t come from anyone important” He keeps forgetting I'm an orphan. “You don’t know where you come from,” he corrected. The room trembled. Not physically, but inside me. The light flared in response, climbing my arms in thin silver veins.

Warren repeated and that was when I got to wrap my head around it. My inheritance? I have an inheritance? I thought they’d already taken everything… "Yes, Olivia is the rightful heiress to the Winehouse corporation and…" “She has been lost for three years, why didn't any of you take over the corporation?” Warren asked, the confusion in his eyes mirrored what was in mine. That fateful night, I gave up on the inheritance. I still vividly remember the assassins who barged into our home that night, they wanted my life but my mother wouldn't let them.

"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

he says, full of himself. I nod and reply calmly, “I don’t care… please,” and try to pass again, but he blocks me a second time. “You must be doing this because you don’t know me. I’m the heir of Quill Legacy Company!” he boasts. He just makes it worse. I have no idea what Quill Legacy is. “Does a company like that even exist? Wow, I don’t know, and I don’t care,” I say, brushing him off. His face twists in anger. “What? Did you just say you don’t know Quill Legacy? Are you ridiculing us?”

I had been watching my 'future fiancé' for a little over a month and he was getting better and better. Thomas Conner, David Conner's heir, was my future fiancé by free and spontaneous pressure. He was somewhat immature, as he was always playing video games or going to strip clubs. He would be 30 years old, but his appearance is rather youthful, which makes me believe that he is going through some kind of mid-life crisis. I see him finally leaving the gym and laugh when I see his face with several bruises. I turn my attention away from him and focus on the man standing next to him, who is practically the image of a Greek god. He was much taller than George, making him practically disappear.

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

“Once there was a cruel alpha who knotted a girl under the blood moon. He made the whole pack watch while he took her. Then he called her weak and threw her into the night like trash. But the girl didn’t die. She grew claws. She grew shadows. And she raised two little wolves who would one day make him kneel.” Lila’s eyes glowed. “And then what?” “And then,” Aria said, kissing each forehead, “Mommy made sure no one ever hurt her babies again.” She waited until their breathing evened out before slipping out. In the main room she poured herself a glass of cheap whiskey and checked the security feeds. Another night, another contract. A rival rogue alpha had put a bounty on her head last week,ten

My eyes narrrowed. “Fourteen down,” Grandma said, her voice wobbling. “‘Inheritance.’ Eleven letters.” My head snapped toward her. She looked back at me with wide innocent eyes and I kicked the bed frame again. Nate filled in INHERITANCE without noticing anything. Grandma watched him write with desperate tenderness, her eyes going from his hands to my stomach and back, over and over. I just stared at the crossword until the letters blurred. Then Nate dropped his pen. It rolled off the tray and under Grandma’s bed.