The Inheritance Games By Jennifer Lynn Barnes Novels & Stories

“According to the clause for my beautiful granddaughters. Before they can claim their inheritance, they must prove to Seraphina that they are worthy of it. If they fail to prove their worth to her, Seraphina has all the right to claim their inheritance” I slumped back on the couch in shock. Everything was spinning around me because what was this? How could Grandpa leave eighty percent of his properties to me? “Finally, to everyone who didn’t find their names here, you have misused every opportunity given to you. If anyone has a problem with how the inheritance is divided, there is a video attachment to prove everything in my will. If that still isn’t enough for you, go to court!” “Rowan…” My

She wasn't a fool. She knew that the Glasses would not be so cunning. But what if? What if the Glasses thought that Jenny and Alec were close enough that they could kidnap him to threaten her? After all, everyone knew that Jenny was the most likely to inherit the Walters. If they could make her give up the Walters by threatening Alec's life, the Walters would fall into Rowena's and Jolene's hands. The more she thought about it, the likelier she thought it to be. The Glasses may have had that in mind when they attacked Alec.

Like how she was going to win a challenge that no one wanted her to win. - End Of Chapter 6: Damaged & Secret -

"Shocking Reversal in Inheritance Battle—Connelly Group Heiress Turns the Tide for Her Fiance." Abigail lowered her head and whispered into my ear, so quietly that only the two of us could hear, "Don't be afraid, Glenn. I'll handle everything. I won't let anyone hurt you again." I nearly gagged. Of everyone there, she was the most nauseating. In my previous life, I thought she was my last lifeline. But instead, she delivered me straight back into the clutches of Samantha and Howard. That was when I learned they had been in cahoots all along, all for the massive inheritance tied to my name.

And I want him to share other parts of his life with me, too. For now, though, I'm content to just be here in his arms. "I win," he says, leaning down and brushing his lips across mine. "No," I murmur against his mouth. "I think I did." END OF BOOK ONE: HIS WICKED GAMES

“I cleaned up his messes. I stood by when he tore through board members like they were disposable. I defended him in public when he didn’t deserve it. And for what?” “A slap in the face,” Marcus said quietly. “No,” I said. “A knife in the back.” Debra finally set her glass down, tone softening. “Darling, you know how your grandfather was. This—this girl—she’s a move. A piece in a much bigger game. She’s a fraud,” she says without preamble. “There’s no way George left it to her without being manipulated. We need to contest it.” “We can’t.” Marcus sighs. “Did you not hear the part about disincentives? Anyone who contests her inheritance loses everything.”

The bartender comes with my drink and a glass of water and he places it in front of us. “Here you go, sir.” He says and I don’t respond. Robyn turns to the bartender and says. “Thank you.” The bartender nods and leaves. “You know, Mr. Gray…” she smirks, leaning forward as she whispers into my ear, “You’re in luck. I like to play games too and I like them dirty, rough, and… hard,” she purrs, her hot breath tickling the side of my neck as she bites my earlobe.

I continued. Marti’s lips were pursed, she hesitated a small moment, her eyes searching to make so no one stood too close to us. “The Obsidian Circle.” She mumbled. “Blackthorn has this creepy secret society thing. Rich heirs, secret meetings, weird traditions. I guess they may just be rumors–the things I hear about them. But basically those you see with those rings and symbols are part of it.” She narrated. I think about it for a moment. Secret society? Maybe it was just some super exclusive elite club.

The siblings believing this since his strategy had led to victory the last time gathered their troops and staged a full-scale invasion of the winter court, it would be their first and last mistake, for in truth detok had planned to use them as sacrifices, for their father. Refrot cam out in all his glory, laying waste to their armies, fatally injuring the siblings, in time to see one of his long-forgotten offspring silently slitting his siblings’ throats and offering a silent prayer to him, and for the first time in a millennium refrot smiled, this fey, this forgotten and abandoned offspring of his whom he claimed had no fey blood in him was to be his heir. Detok was soon on his way to the d