The Inheritance Games Kindle Novels & Stories

I go to the table. The page is dense, old handwriting in two languages, English and something older that I recognize as a Creole variant from my archive research. The English portion is a full clinical description of a working called The Lover's Ruin, which I have read about in Beatrice Ashworth's journals but which has never been as specific as what is written here. I read. The curse activates upon inheritance of the Sterling fortune. This I knew. The compulsion layer drives the heir to sabotage genuine love through pride, cruelty, and self-destruction. This I knew.

"Look at me Adeline. Do I look like I have any worthy collateral for the multi-millions we need" I had bought him new shirts. But Conrad still wore the ones with holes in them. "What if I take out a loan? I have properties of my—" Wait. I did not have properties of my own anymore. I had sold them out. "Maybe I could pawn some of my jewelry." "You have already pawned enough. The ones left are your family heirlooms and the ones your father specifically gifts you" "Maybe I could pawn those ones off?" “If your father finds out you are going to be disinherited"

The fake orange flames flickered, casting animated shadows on their faces. “Listen to me, young man,” Grandma was the first to speak, enunciating each word. “No one inherits anything when I’m still alive.” She slowly got up from her position, leaning forward so she was inches away from Liam. “Inheritance means I’m dead.” She jabbed his forehead with her index finger, gritting her teeth. “So, you can forget about it and continue being the good boy I raised.” she glared at him before stomping out, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

I said slowly, “I am working with his base.” “Yes.” The newborn god nodded once. “Your alignment may be activating the original design.” The words settled heavily. “So this is not about jealousy,” I said softly. “No,” Death replied. “It is about inheritance.” Kieran’s voice grew sharp. “She is not his heir.” “Not by choice,” Death said. The ancient signature spread another layer through the structure. I felt it reaching toward the succession decree. “It is reassembling,” the newborn god whispered. “How?” I asked.

The air grew still between us, the sun warming the tops of our heads, the game long forgotten. “Also let me tell you - ” she cleared her throat, “our grandfather wasn't a straightforward man, he liked to play sick twisted games just for the fun of it, and even in his death he made sure those games kept on running even if it involved the lives of his grandchildren. That inheritance - the clauses to claim it - it has no end Cheryl, it might just be a ploy to keep Oliver married.” I didn’t know what to say. Not at first but her words had sliced something to me, I didn't know how to process it, I didn't know what to make of it so I stayed silent for the mean time.

She watched me, her expression slowly changing. “Money. We take it all. Or do we kill them? Kill my mother and my father.” “What about your inheritance?” The inheritance was from my mother’s side. My grandparents from my mother’s side were wealthy, and I was their only grandchild they liked. They left me every single cent, about five hundred million. “That inheritance won’t do us any good if we are dead,” I muttered. “Besides, we don’t need that money. We have an arrangement with Don.

Alexus: I'm not concerned about that because somewhere deep inside, I have a feeling he's going to reject me. Elektra: We'll kill him before he disrespects and embarrasses us like that. Alexus: I wouldn't be able to kill him over something like that. It has to be weird for him that I'm so young. Elektra: Shut up because there are plenty of girls who are just as young as you who are participating in the games. If they won, then he would've had to crown her Luna and mated with her. Alexus: My parents are going to flip when they find out.

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