Charmed Legacies Novels & Stories

They had always been the children of legacy, the prophecy no one spoke aloud but everyone expected to unfold. And now—now—that same legacy curled inside her. Unasked for. Unplanned. Unwanted, maybe, by its own father. But alive. What a cruel trick. Adrain’s betrayal still stung, deep and quiet, like frostbite in summer. But the child inside her? That wasn’t a mistake. That was blood. Old blood. Strong blood. Hers. And maybe that’s what scared her most. Because what if this child inherited the worst of both of them?

‘I guess you are flattering me Sir,’ Ima said yieldingly. ‘You should know that am not the type of men who shower flatteries anyhow, I call the truth as it is. The old woman, May her soul continue resting in peace, wasn’t wrong when she named you the sole heir to her empire. She saw what thousands failed to spot in you and am sure wherever she is, she is very proud of you.’

“Chase Gardner’s eldest brother, Chad Gardner, is confirmed to be an ex-legate, War Legate Achelous. Nadine Gardner’s his only offspring.” Mya and Daniel were both stunned. “Are you saying there are two major characters within the Gardners?” Daniel asked in surprise. “I saw War Legate Achelous’ corpse inside their family residence just now, but I have no idea where they managed to find it. Even so, this proves that the ex-head of the family is no simple man and that we should investigate further.” “What does the book say, sir? You should take a look,” Daniel urged.

Amy shivered, "it will be as if we return to 1476 and Julius Cesar's family begins their rule of darkness, blood and evil again. Amy sighed.

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“The charity organization cannot sell the company back to him. The contract explicitly states that Lucien and any of his relatives are permanently barred from reclaiming ownership.” The words hit Lucien like a bullet to the chest. “This is bad,” Anderson muttered under his breath. Just then, Anderson’s phone rang, caller ID: Elara. “Where is Lucien?” Stephanie’s voice came through, laced with urgency. “He’s here, but he’s busy. I’ll…” “How dare he hit Elara? She’s in the hospital now! The doctor says they need a million dollars to save both her and the child!” Stephanie cut in sharply.

“Both of you can leave then. It’s impossible for me to strike a deal with you as well. I will never let anyone know about what you wish to learn from me!” Deirdre furrowed her eyebrows and patted Shea a moment later. “You should go outside.” “Miss McKinnon…” Shea shook her head and said softly, “I can’t leave. I promised Mr. Brighthall that I would protect you. I won’t be able to come back in time if something happens when I’m outside.” “It’s fine. Look at her leg.” Charlene had lost a leg, and her other leg was all skin and bones. She could never lay a hand on Deirdre unless it was what Deirdre wanted.

Fortunately, William allowed Belle to go to college even though the time to care for the older man was cut. William's legs have been paralyzed since an accident 12 years ago, and he changed caregivers five times in two years before meeting Belle. William doesn't trust people easily, even his son and daughter-in-law. He still believes the reason for the car accident 12 years ago was an assassination plot prepared by his daughter-in-law to take over the company and inheritance. Fortunately, William is still alive; he had asked his confidant to investigate the accident, and the results are pretty odd. "You can get out of my room, Belle. If the reason you refuse such a big thing is only because

“Promise me you won’t tell Charity? I made a promise to Corey that she wouldn’t find out.” “Corey?” I stumble, mind racing about what he has to do with any of this. “Conrad? What the fuck does that have to do with Dugray?” “Shit,” he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You know Charity is from Red Saw originally, right?” “Yeah,” I nod, “her dad was a warrior there. They moved so he could get promoted. So what?” He shakes his head, scratching the back of his head, obviously uncomfortable with this conversation. “He was the gamma.”

His jaw locked. Fiona crossed her arms. “It mentioned ‘legacies,’ Charles. And it wasn’t a threat. It was a promise. Coded, clever but unmistakable.” He didn’t speak. Instead, he moved to the fireplace and stared into the flames. “You’ve seen this style before, haven’t you?” Fiona asked, stepping closer. “The tone. The precision. It reminded me of the package that arrived last week,the one with the forged medical forms and the USB.” Charles turned slowly.