Charmed Legacies Novels & Stories

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.

I channel my anger and frustration into action, determined to steer the company through this storm and come out stronger on the other side. Charlotte’s downfall is inevitable. Her arrogance and indifference will be her undoing. When the moment is right, we will confront her with the evidence and expose her for the fraud she is. And as we rebuild, I will ensure that Wilson Paragon remains a beacon of integrity and excellence, honoring the legacy my grandmother and father built.

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.

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.’

“Do you know who I am, Chubbs?” Chuck smiled. “You’re Adrian, aren’t you? Who else could you be? Perhaps you might have had a shot at helping me if your father were alive, but now—” Before Chuck finished his sentence, Adrian took out a medallion from his pocket and held it up to him. “Take a look at this.” Chuck’s gaze was glued to the medallion, which had the words “War Legate Draco” inscribed on it. His eyes instantly widened, seeming dumbfounded as he said, “Adrian, y-you… You’re the legate?”

NEXT ADVENTURE: Eternal Legacies Series Book 1 and Book 3 in the sequence Vampire The Redemption Vampire The Creation Stand by... It's time to go back in time and discover the secrets of vampires. And head into an inhospitable future full of mysteries and passions. -

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**Chapter 139: Legacy** The golden afternoon light stretched long across the Kane estate, painting the manicured lawns in warm honey and amber. I sat on the wide terrace overlooking the lawn, a glass of chilled lemonade in my hand, watching the beautiful chaos unfold below. Laughter rose like music—high-pitched squeals from little voices, deeper chuckles from the older ones, and Lucian’s rich baritone cutting through it all like an anchor. This was legacy. Not the towering skyscrapers in downtown Miami or the billions in offshore accounts. Not the ruthless empire Lucian had once ruled with an iron fist. This—bare feet on grass, sticky hands from melting popsicles, and love so fierce it had s

“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.