The Inheritance Games Common Sense Media Novels & Stories

‘Do they have any engagement today or anything to attend to? ‘I just asked them and they said they don't. Why do you ask?’ ‘Is everything okay?’ ‘Yes. It's nothing’ I dropped my phone and sighed in relief. At least, one problem was solved. With that issue resolved, I still stayed behind. I wanted to ruin the Monroe's. I knew how it was usually done. Each family will receive their inheritance with their children. If they were married and had no children, they receive a little share, but if they had children and their children denounce them, they get nothing at all.

All connected. All older than they realized. Her phone buzzed. The sound shattered the silence. Unknown number. Again. Hands trembling slightly, she opened it. Only one sentence. Inheritance was never ownership. Another message arrived. Inheritance is responsibility. Her breath caught. And then the final message. The final evaluation begins tomorrow. Amelia stared at the screen. Her pulse thundered in her ears. Julian stood. For the first time since she had known him truly stood. Not controlled. Not measured.

My stomach growled in embarrassment as the aroma of the delicacies wafted into my nose. I survey the room with my eyes as I munch on the fried rice and chicken placed before me. Surely this is where wealth dwells. The Dickinson's are no.1 in Los Angeles for a reason. No wonder people craze for wealth, the gold in this room is enough to make a poor man become wealthy for the rest of his life and even in generations to come. The thought of digging out the gold on the wall crossed my mind and the scenario in the basement displayed itself willingly in mind, I shuddered in fear.

“The deadline is approaching. If you don’t make a move soon, you’ll be forfeiting the inheritance.” “Good,” I said flatly. Richard sighed. “Gabriel, you’re throwing away billions. Do you understand that? I know you have your own company, but Montclair Advertising is a fraction of what Montclair Enterprises is worth.” I clenched my jaw. “I don’t care. I won’t be manipulated into doing what James wants.” “You don’t have to do what he wants,” Richard pressed. “You just have to play the game long enough to secure your position. If you don’t acknowledge the inheritance and…”

Robin Levi had never argued with her in all these years, never raised his voice at her like this. Now he dared to yell at her like that, clearly angry. It took a long time before Vera stammered in reply: “Ah… your grandfather died, didn't he need a funeral? Your mom and dad were so busy that they forgot to let you know.." Robin Levi shouted again: “Mom! Can't you make up a story like that? Do you think I'm still three years old, so you can fool me by making up stories?" Vera now did not hide it anymore, but said straight: "He's dead anyway, I won't be able to see him for the last time, so why bother me? Now I'm telling you to go home because I want you to inherit the Levi family's inheritanc

Giving his brother an are-you-dumb look, Tyler answered, "How should I know?" "He must want something... Why else would he start showing his face now, after two years of vanishing like that." Jack said, leaning back in his seat. "But what?" "Whatever it is, it shouldn't be our father's wealth or the inheritance," Austin said as his eyes darkened. "If he dares to forget his place again, we will just have to remind him exactly who he is." "Well, I think the Carters would teach him his place before we can even do, now that he dares to disrespect them like that," Jeff said.

"I supposed you remember. You know, you should be grateful that you lived through that accident. You're lucky that Minerva was able to convince your Grandma to transfer me to another branch after your parent's death—— away from you. That's her weakness——her morality. She doesn't have the guts to kill me so I've just decided to play along with her games and wait for your Grandma to die. I was right to assume that she's going to give the inheritance to you. Minerva is not really the favorite child, unfortunately. That proves enough that your Grandmother is a rotten pile of shít!" "Why don't you just kill me here and get on with it?!" "What a great idea, little cat. I'd been wanting to put a bu

Replied Prince again, almost completely recovered, but melancholy. — How terrible! But it's just a rumor, it's not really, is it? Asked Lion, startled. — They say I owe my strength and courage to my eyes, even though I don't think I'm brave, I know I'm stronger than any other child. So, I am only an heir until there is someone to replace me. But I don't have a mother and Dad doesn't want to fall in love again, the nobles are starting to worry that the lineage will end. If that happens, Castela will be without a king for fifteen years! Until new children raised and educated to be heirs grown up. And thereafter, they still need to compete to find out who is the most worthy! … Everything … Beca

I have read a lot of novels where highschool student trys to play a game at a party but disaster always happen after that. I won't be a part of this game, i rather watch and entertain myself. I saw Kelly smiling already... "Is it truth or dare?" Kelly asked the girl "No! Is a new game...is called paper spreading...we use to play the game a lot in my former school. Don't worry; it will be fun." She said and smiled "Then let's play the game, the guy i saw her kissing earlier spoke. " who is in? She asked...don't worry about the rules and how the game is being done; I will explain everything. " she added

She had read numerous stories about wealthy families in the news. In the power struggles within those elite families, the most common failure was losing the inheritance rights to the family business. However, the financial settlement that followed such a loss was often substantial. In the Jewells’ current generation, they only had two grandsons, Niel and Chris. What Niel could potentially inherit was a sum that ordinary people would not even dare to imagine. If Niel did not hold any favorable feelings towards her, she might not entertain such fantasies.