The Inheritance Games By Jennifer Lynn Barnes Novels & Stories

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?”

, confused, the poor nurse. “With my son, she will guarantee the multimillion-dollar inheritance that is essential for ambitious plans at an international level. The world will become the big board that she envisions!”, recalls her sister. “Yes, I already know that! But you accepted it until then, didn't you? This money is evidence of that, isn't it? Furthermore, we have no way out and... this seems to be... the most... or better said, ... the only decision to make...”, concludes the sister, insisting on her innocence.

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.

King Sebastian “How is the breeder doing?” “Fine Alpha, she’s just a hard nut to crack, that one. I mean, I know she’s highborn, but… she asked to wash clothes today. Can you believe that?” Greta said like she had just experienced the most jaw dropping thing to have happened. “Yes, I do. She’s an orphan in Blackthorn, a highborn, yes, but an omega left in the hands of strangers, even if they were the only family she has.” I stood up then stared at Greta directly now.

It was all his plan to begin with. From her grandmother to herself, everyone was merely a player in the game he had created. The game of inheritance. He purposely made them all fought for it. His children and their wives were automatically out of the game because during their younger years, there was a huge fight going on which had their rights removed in an instant. She was too young to understand what it was, she only remembered the aftermath of it. Drinking her tea, she returned to face him once more. Her eyes gazed deep into his as she explained.

I suspected it had been used by my step-mother and her pack that had joined Blackwood. I tried to claim my inheritance back time and time again. No matter what I did or what I threatened, they never gave in. I didn’t have the finances to pursue a lawsuit, and they knew it. In the end, that was the only way I was going to get what I was owed. “I don’t need Mr. Baron’s money. Not if you’d give me my inheritance!” I said. “You don’t need the inheritance. Once you’re married, you will have all the money you could ever want,” said Hannah.

Reading, processing, trying to make sense of something that didn’t make sense. Shares. Ownership. Legal transfer. Her heart started pounding. Because this wasn’t small. This wasn’t coincidence. This was something else entirely. She looked up slowly. At the lawyer. “What is this?” she asked. Daniel Reeves met her gaze calmly. “This,” he said, “is your inheritance.” *** The room felt smaller. Too small for what Lydia was holding in her hands. She sat down slowly, the documents spread out in front of her like pieces of a life she had never been told about.