Charmed Legacies Novels & Stories

Isabella squinted at him, struggling to bring his face into focus. “Why are you stopping me?” “I know the Contis can't easily defeat the Wrights,” she slurred, suddenly changing subjects. She pointed an accusing finger at him. “But we're not weaklings. We can give you a good and credible fight.” Zachary remained silent. “Using shady tactics is unacceptable,” she continued, her tone turning strangely authoritative. “The Wrights are supposed to uphold virtue of respect in any business, not rely on ruthlessness.” She lectured him like a disappointed teacher scolding a wayward student.

It’s love—loud, messy, passionate, infinite. That’s our legacy. Declan blood runs fierce. But Mia? Mia runs everything. And I wouldn't have it any other way. ---

Everything around her was crumbling. The divorce papers weren't finalized yet and everytime her lawyer called, her stomach would do a little back flip. Just as she'd gotten into her car, her phone rang. She reached for it. “Hey sis, guess who's finally home,” Sarah's chirpy voice broke through. A small smile formed across Abby's lips. “That's amazing. You're finally home after a decade,” I teased and her sister scoffed. “It hasn’t been a decade yet…” she laughed. “You make it sound like I'm some prodigal daughter or something.”

His birth story spread to Octsiam when he was still learning about infernal magic, his story could be considered a cliché of the supernatural world. His mother, Irina Ambrose, came from an extremely religious family; her grandfather was a strict and extremist man; Irina was his youngest daughter; she was the person who had the most attention from her grandfather; he didn't even know if he could call her Charlie Ambrose's grandfather; his mother was only 17 years old when she met the incubus Dimitri; he was posing as a human at that time, which was just a night of sex and fun; he brought her a son. We can't tell you how horrible her father's reaction was when he discovered that his youngest d

Some heartfelt, some performative. Damian’s best friend Chris cracked a few jokes about Damian’s culinary obsession and called me “the girl who finally made him set down the knives long enough to fall in love.” I laughed. as if Damien ever had being a chef Then Morgan stood. Her glass of white wine shimmered like ice in her hand. “Some say Blackstone are cursed when it comes to love.” Laughter—tight, forced. She continued, “But tonight, I’m choosing to believe that we are not doomed by blood or legacy. We are redeemed by choice.”

"Is that what you thought? That sleeping with a woman would somehow rewire my brain? My heart? That you could fuck the gay out of me?" "No Lancaster man has ever had such desires before." His voice turns dangerously quiet, like the calm before a tornado. "Five generations of honorable men, building a legacy you seem determined to destroy." My hands clench into fists so tight my nails draw blood from my palms. "So that's it? I'm a genetic mistake? The first Lancaster to break your precious mold?"

“The Archer Legacy was passed down to me. I am the prophesized Slayer.” It was silent. Her eyes swept around waiting for the first lycan to react. When the reactions erupt, the numbness and pain shot through her and she could not breathe to utter a response to the series of questions. No, all she could see was Theodavian rising to his feet and making his way out of the Great Hall.

By the end, I was sitting in Richard's chair with tears in my eyes because I understood exactly what he'd been trying to tell me. That choosing company over people was a mistake you couldn't undo. That letting fear and family expectations dictate your choices led to decades of regret. That the empire meant nothing if you destroyed your soul to build it. Richard had given Lily the company not just to make amends but to teach me what he'd learned too late. That character mattered more than credentials and love mattered more than legacy. And I'd responded by trying to destroy the daughter he'd never been brave enough to claim. I pulled out my phone and looked at the texts from Lily that I'd nev

The foyer was empty as I looked around, but that didn't mean there weren't people within earshot near the banisters on the floors above us. From the corner of my eye, I watched as Charlie winced before sitting up next to me with her arms on her knees in a very manly position. For a woman with a royal upbringing, I assumed she picked that up from her time away when she was off on her adventures with her group of mercenaries and her mate.

Jagger POV I can tell Calliope never traveled in first class. She didn’t have to tell me. The way her eyes scan the individual pods on the airplane and then the screen in front of her. I booked a double pod because I don't want to stay one minute away from her, but even with the double pod, you can close a small window and have some privacy. Not that she will need it. I have every intention of getting her to join the Mile High Club.