The Inheritance Manga

Pada zaman abad ke 19, seorang wanita bernama Dansi memiliki anak kembar laki-laki dan perempuan yang bernama Jen dan Ben. Dansi memiliki warisan yang berupa magic book dari ibunya yang merupakan penyihir terkuat. Ania adalah kakak Dansi yang ingin merebut warisan itu dan membuat Dansi harus menggunakan magic book untuk membuka pintu portal agar kedua anaknya selamat. Namun karena suatu hal kedua anak kembar itu harus terpisah dalam dimensi waktu yang berbeda. Ratusan tahun kemudian, seorang gadis bernama Jani berulang tahun ke 17 saat ibunya sakit dan meninggal. Ken adalah laki-laki yang menjadi musuh Jani di sekolah. Ayahnya meninggal bersamaan dengan ibu Jani. Awal kehidupan mereka yang sebatang kara membuat keduanya mendapatkan warisan yang tak disangka sebelumnya. Buku antik menjadi warisan untuk Jani dan sebuah pisau untuk Ken. Warisan mereka yang lain adalah Jani dan Ken harus tinggal dalam satu atap dan menikah setelah lulus sekolah. Kebencian diantaranya membuat keduanya tak menerima keputusan itu hingga menjadikan rumah mereka menjadi dua bagian yang tak boleh dilanggarnya. "Aku akan menjagamu tak perduli masa lalu kita. Rasa yang selama ini kutolak tak mampu ku cegah lagi. Aku mencintaimu Queen Jani Donovan," batin Ken yang memandang Jani dalam tidurnya. Jani adalah titisan Jen sang pewaris dan Ken adalah titisan Ben sang pelindung. Mereka ditakdirkan untuk menjadi pasangan dikehidupan saat ini. Pengikut ratu Ania yang telah ada selama ratusan tahun mencoba membangkitkanya dengan cara yang tidak wajar. Kekuatan sihir Jani yang tiba-tiba muncul dan Ken yang memiliki tenaga super menjadikan mereka tak terkalahkan. "Ratu Ania, aku siap menghadapimu." Jani menatap ke sebuah kastil tersembunyi dengan makhluk aneh bertubuh separo manusia separo hewan yang menjadi penjaganya. Ken berada di samping Jani dengan tubuh kekarnya dan siap menjadi penjaganya. Ikuti kisahnya. Berlatar belakang pada kehidupan masa kini dengan konflik hati antara benci dan cin

After two years abroad in seclusion as I recovered, I received a selfie from my daughter, Lila Ashford. She was sitting on a bike, dressed in a work uniform. "Mom, you’ll be home soon, right? I miss you so much." My heart softened as I thought about how my girl had grown up. She understood that she needed to start from the bottom and work her way up. I was about to praise her when I noticed her skin seemed tanner, and her fitted shirt was the same one I’d bought her three years ago. It was frayed and worn thin, yet she still hadn’t thrown it away. As a child of the wealthiest family, Lila shouldn’t have to live like this, not even for "life experience". I zoomed in on the picture again. Her shoes were falling apart, the front gaping wide open. The more I looked, the more uneasy I became. The next second, I stumbled across Serena Ashford, my adopted daughter’s posts on social media. She was showing off male models, luxury cars, and on her wrist, the global limited-edition diamond bracelet I had given Lila. What shocked me most was the car that appeared in nearly every photo, the very one I had gifted Lila for her college graduation. How the hell had it ended up with her instead?!

I’m a girl without a Wolf. Sister to the future mate of the Lycan King himself. For my entire life, I’ve lived in her shadow, in all my family’s shadow. An outcast or as good as. But the day the Lycan King ascends his throne, our Pack is attacked, and everyone is slaughtered. Everyone except me. For months I hide out like some feral creature in the jungle, only one day humans find me and I’m dragged before the Lycan King. But when our eyes meet I realize he is my mate. Not my sister’s. Mine. Only, there is a Wolf here, sat beside him already, a Wolf pretending to be my sister, claiming she is cursed so their bond will not form. And Adriel, King of the Lycan’s, seems torn between the mesmerizing creature who has her claws so deep into him, and me, his true mate. But how can I convince anyone to choose a Wolfless girl, let alone the Lycan King himself? What to expect: Forced proximity Dub Con Non-Con (F on M) Pack bullying A rags to riches vibe.

Yvette Warren, personal secretary to billionaire Orson Cox, announced that the heiress who was accidentally switched at birth 20 years ago was living in this orphanage. Whoever could prove their identity would inherit a billion-dollar fortune. In my first life, the two-faced Laurel Marsh tricked me into giving her my keepsake to claim the family. The Coxes tore her mouth apart. "Fraud!" In my second life, my frenemy, Rebecca Vargas, tattooed a fake birthmark on herself to claim the family. The Coxes had her skin slashed to shreds. "Still a fraud!" In my third life, my sworn enemy, Vita Davidson, took out online loans to get plastic surgery, reshaping her face to resemble Orson's wife. She tried to claim the family and was thrown straight into a mastiff cage by the Coxes. By my fourth life, no one dared steal my identity anymore. They packed me up overnight and delivered me straight to the Cox residence. When the DNA test confirmed I really was the heiress, everyone thought the nightmare was finally over. But on my very first night back, the Coxes shoved me off a high-rise building. "Anyone who dares steal our real daughter's identity deserves to die!" When I opened my eyes again, Yvette was smiling as she asked who the heiress was. Everyone backed away in terror, insisting they weren't the heiress. Yvette's voice turned low and eerie. "But our investigation shows that the heiress is definitely in this orphanage."

[MATURE CONTENT R-18] Two cousins. An enormous inheritance. Two conditions. And a six-month deadline. Declan Laxamana, a self made billionaire at the age of twenty-seven, encountered a predicament regarding his grandfather’s last will. Don Carlos Laxamana, the patriarch of the Laxamana Real Estate Companies, passed away with a ridiculous conditions on his will that Declan, and his cousin Crem Laxamana has to abide before they could get their hands on the enormous inheritance the late Don left. Declan has no desire with his grandfather’s fortune as he has made his own name in the business industry and is a billionaire himself, but a property verbally given to him by Don Carlos Laxamana is at stake. Secret Cliente Resort, a private island in Batanes that Declan developed and is famous among the business elite might fall in the hands of Hideo Laxamana, the adopted grandson of the late Don Carlos, along with his position as COO if the conditions of the will are not met. What is he willing to do for the inheritance that is rightfully his?

Overnight, my best friend became the long-lost principessa of the Toscano family. After returning to her family, she transferred all her villas and luxury cars under my name. Even on her deathbed, she made sure to hand over control of the family's dockside trade operations to me. However, I never once visited her grave. Three years after her death, I took her place as the true heiress of the Toscano family and married her former fiancé, Gaspare Volpe, the young heir to the rising mafia family in Damerelli, the Volpes. Everyone called me a social climber and an ungrateful traitor, but I did not care. I obeyed the womanizing Gaspare without question. When he called me to bring condoms for his hookups, I moved like my life depended on it. I became the laughingstock of Damerelli, someone everyone looked down on. Five years later, on the anniversary of my best friend's death, I slit Gaspare's throat at her grave. "From the very beginning, I came for revenge."

Six years, Mira spent her life pleasing her husband and daughter. She needed to be a better wife to Jackson, first he wanted her as an housewife. After seeing her younger sister, he wanted her to work and be as classic. Then, she needed to be available for her only daughter Fiona who was diagnosed with Aplasic anema. Continuously, she gave blood to her daughter only to find out that Fiona wasn't even her daughter. Not only that, Mira found out she has been fooled all these years and have been used as a Pune for long. But never again. With determination, she left her marriage and claim her grandfather's long time request to marry his best friend's grandson. What she didn't know was the man she just said yes to, is Australia's richest business tycoon, Adrian Westwood. —- “I promise you, Mira, I'll make you forget all your pains.” Adrian whispered, kissing those tears off her cheeks, "But I— I won't forget them. I'll make sure they all pay dearly for every tear that dropped.”

Grandpa died, and we immediately went for each other's throats over the inheritance. Then a blizzard hit, trapping us all in the family estate. An app appeared on our phones: [THE LAST ZOMBIE: FINAL RECKONING]. We had to pick a hiding spot. The last one standing—the last human standing—would inherit everything. I chose the dark, silent recording studio in the basement. Away from them all. When it was time to pick special powers, my family chose powerful weapons or pocket dimensions full of supplies. I chose Bio-Stasis. It slowed my cells to a crawl, and my body along with them. My stepbrother's fiancée, Chloe, called me an idiot. "Hiding from your family and picking a useless power? You're on a suicide mission." They threw a zombie-slaying party upstairs, already celebrating an inheritance they hadn't even won. Until, one by one, they turned. And started tearing each other apart. What they didn't know... was that I'd rigged the game from the start. The only way to win was to stay completely silent.

The day I recovered from my mental illness and got discharged, my parents held me in their arms with tears of happiness. My sister gave me a teddy bear and said she had been waiting for me to come home. I comforted my parents who were crying and accepted the gift from my sister. I slowly got used to ordinary life and became the real daughter of the Schmidt family. To show their preference for me, my parents transferred the family business into my name on my sister’s 18th birthday. But I cruelly murdered the family of three who cherished me on this day.

Quando eu tinha sete anos, o papai trouxe pra casa uma mulher bonita. Ela me deu uma caixa de mangas. Naquele dia, enquanto eu comia as mangas toda feliz, a mamãe assinou o acordo de divórcio e se jogou do prédio. Desde então, manga virou o meu pesadelo. Por isso, no dia do meu casamento, eu disse pro meu marido, Ivan Ribeiro: — Se algum dia quiser se divorciar de mim, basta me dar uma manga. Ele me abraçou em silêncio. Desde então, manga também virou o tabu dele. No quinto ano de casamento, na véspera de Natal, a amiguinha de infância dele, Rafaela Lima, deixou uma manga em cima da mesa do escritório. No mesmo dia, Ivan anunciou o fim da amizade com Rafaela e a demitiu da empresa. Naquele momento, eu achei que ele era o homem da minha vida. Mas meio ano depois, voltei do exterior com um contrato de um bilhão fechado. Na festa de comemoração, Ivan me entregou um copo de bebida. Depois de meio copo, Rafaela, a mulher que ele havia expulsado da empresa, apareceu atrás de mim, sorrindo: — Tá gostoso o suco de manga? Olhei pro meu marido, incrédula, enquanto Ivan tentava segurar o riso: — Não fica brava, a Rafaela insistiu pra eu fazer uma brincadeira com você. — Eu nem te dei uma manga de verdade, só um suco de manga. — Mas olha, acho que ela tem razão, o seu problema com manga é exagero! — Você estava bebendo toda animada agora há pouco! De cara fechada, levantei a mão e joguei o resto do suco no rosto dele. Depois, virei as costas e fui embora. Algumas coisas nunca são brincadeira. Manga não é. E o meu pedido de divórcio também não.