The Inheritance Games Kindle Novels & Stories

Still, I forced a smile, clutching the folder to my chest as I left the office. As I stepped into the elevator, the weight of the folder felt like a victory. Finally, after weeks of planning and scheming, I had what I needed. The inheritance was within reach. The power was mine. This was my game now. And I wasn’t just playing to win—I was playing to destroy. Let the games begin.

I think as I take a swig from the glass of whiskey in my hand, letting the burn steady me. I curse under my breath, my frustration building with every second. My mother. My family. This goddamn legacy I've inherited. It's all rotten. All of it. A cancer that's eaten away at my soul for far too long. And now, knowing what I know, the full weight of it feels unbearable. The Conti brothers...their disappearance, the secrets surrounding them. It's all tied back to us, to my mother, to this cursed family.

What she couldn’t remember or understand was why. She was able to slowly regain her life but was under constant supervision from the pack and remained in residence at the pack home. She had not conceded to join the pack officially because she would not succumb to the duties of a traditional Luna. She refused to give up her independence! Arystyn stood in front of the bank President Joe Presley, as he told her that her account had been turned over to Darian Fredrickson when everyone believed she was dead because she had listed Darian as her next of kin. He was now in control of her life savings! “Oh yes, I almost forgot!” Mr. Fredrickson also retains control of your inheritance from your biolo

On my twenty-ninth birthday, I was supposed to be formally announced as the next head of the Ashford family. But before the charity gala began, my mother fed my succession speech into the shredder and replaced it with a written pledge to my sister. "Lydia hasn't had an easy time since the wedding. Announce in public that you're giving her the Harbor Hotel. Think of it as backing her up." It was the first property my grandmother had left me, and the only project I had been allowed to run on my own in eight years. I asked my mother, "And if I'm not willing?" My father looked at me coldly. "Don't forget, you'll inherit all of Ashford one day. She only has us." They had always used the inh

But I also knew that you possessed the sharpest mind and the iron heart of a true sovereign. ​And if my calculations were correct, you did not walk through the fire alone. You walked alongside Julian Vance—the only man whose loyalty, strength, and dark devotion could match your light. ​To my great-grandson, the heir of Vance and Harrington: inherit this world not as a burden, but as your birthright. Rule it with wisdom, defend it with steel, and love with the absolute devotion that brought your parents together. ​Your journey is complete, my child. The reign is yours.

“How do I get control of my inheritance?” Barrister Ethan nodded slowly, sipping his coffee before continuing. “Your grandfather was worried you'd marry wrong...one who'd only want you for what you have. He trusted your father to make the right choice for you. So, to get your inheritance, you need to marry a man your father approves of.” “What if I don't,” Audrey asked, her gaze locked onto Barrister Ethan's. Barrister Ethan's expression turned somber. “I’m afraid you don't get your share, it goes to Liam Erickson, your cousin.”

“And that’s why I’ve made a decision. Victor shall receive his due inheritance in its natural form,” I cupped my mouth with both hands. Miles turned to me. “What does it mean?” “It’s about to get interesting,” I replied with a sinister smile. Victor had a blank expression on his face. My Granpa cleared his throat loudly and continued. “My son, Richard received his inheritance in natural form and so did Grayham. In this family, we don’t give inheritance in equivalent to its current form. Every heir is given a certain percentage which he shall capitalize on to build or contribute to the empire,”

She needs to know what is hers. My pulse spikes. Leverage. Insurance. My mother didn't just run; she stole something massive enough to keep the Patriarch at bay for twenty years. That’s why we survived in poverty—she was holding a gun to their heads from the shadows. I turn the page, desperate to find what it is. The inheritance is hidden in— I stop. The rest of the page is gone. It’s been ripped out, violently torn from the binding. The jagged edge of the paper is yellowed, leaving only a cruel, empty space where the answer should be.

The kitchen was completely still. "Howard," she said. "Yes." "What is it called?" A pause. "Victoria named it," he said. "Before she died. She gave me the title along with the instruction to write it." He paused. "She named it in 2008 when she told me about the consortium clause and what she had done to protect you from it." He paused. "She said: call it The Ashford Inheritance. She said: because the inheritance is not the money and it is not the empire and it is not even the building. The inheritance is the story. The full story. Written so it can be read. Written so my granddaughter understands what she comes from and what she survived and what she built." He paused. "She said, that is the

Well, he probably didn't care much about an unborn kid a thousand years in the future. Anyway, after the blond-boys hunt ended, one of the last ones with orange eyes started a rebellion using the large poor communities from where he came. He founded a new republic called Castela in the north of the island. And died a few days after the founding of the new kingdom. Then a boy said to be the heir of the hero "Arthur" assumed the throne. The End! Really, only the first paragraph of this book is worth reading. The rest of this book talks only about politics.