Jed Legacies Novels & Stories

White's hand twitched. The air thickened. Riven raised his glass slowly, his blue eyes never leaving his rival's face. "To legacy," he said coldly, "and to the empire that survives all." Crystal glasses clinked, though most of them trembled in their holders. Applause followed slow, cautious, filled with envy and dread rather than joy. Riven descended the stage, each step echoing across the marble like a warning. But as he passed through the crowd, his anger simmered not for his enemies, not for Mr. White. For her. The quiet girl who still hadn't looked up. ...

Dmitri worriedly asked when tears started falling from the retired Diamantaire’s eyes. “Yes, yes ! Just that I feel bad for what I missed at Melody’s birth and turned such a joyous occasion into a heart breaking one. Please forgive me, Dmitri,” Tyler Blaydes repented. “Dad !” Dmitri softly said as he led the elder man to his comfortable chair and helped him sit down before giving him a glass of water. “Bygones are bygones, Dad. You loved your daughter and wanted the best for her. If it were not for your threat, Melody and I would not have relocated and she would not have found her soulmate, Ethan ! Everything happens for a reason, Dad. You have showered us with loads of love in every way tha

Everyone, except me. "He was a friend, a husband, a father," Dad continued. "And a necromancer of priceless ability. Caleb Manser, the sixty third Head of the Manser Family, will forever be looked upon as an Elder of our Quadriad, and a great man. May the Great Ones take care of his soul."

You always lose. Jed’s upturned face appeared in the empty windshield. Blood rushed to his head, filling his veins. He swung onto the dashboard just as his father pulled himself into the driver’s hub, knocking the small, broken fan down the stairs. It clattered and broke into pieces. Jed landed, his knees threatening to give in. He held himself steady and espied the creatures scurrying about like frightened mice. He reached out to them, his hand bigger than them all. In his grip, he strangled them, crushed the vermin with wild eyes and sharp sister-killing teeth.

Chapter 1 I'm lying on my couch, staring at the ceiling of my apartment. Today, I turned eighteen. I also learned that I've become Tim Frost's heir. If something happens to him, I'll inherit his entire fortune. I don't know how much he has, but I've heard that it's substantial. They also say that, in addition to his legitimate business, Tim influences certain criminal circles. I don't want his inheritance; I want Tim Frost himself. But he made it clear that nothing can happen between us. He said I must forget him.

The man who'd destroyed me and was now the only person who could help me survive. Richard had definitely left me with one hell of a complicated legacy.

She downed another shot, slammed the glass. “But that’s the fucking thing, Lucas. I wanted it to belong to me first. My name on the building. My signature on every contract. I’m not a saint. I can’t bleed for someone else’s legacy. I can’t wake up at 5 a.m. for another man’s children.” Jared nodded, pouring her a fresh glass of whisky. “Simple solution. Go have a kid. Make your legacy.” At that, both Bri and Lucas snorted—whiskey spraying from their mouths, choking mid-laugh.

“Because survival is the first rule of legacy.” A Legacy of Lies Inside the estate, they sat in a glass-enclosed courtyard filled with white lilies and soft fountains. Guards remained at a distance, silent shadows in the corners. Jade poured herself tea, not offering any to the others. “I knew Echo would betray me,” she began. “He believed himself smarter, faster. He was neither.” “And the girl?” Grace cut in. “Hope. What is she to you?” Jade’s lips twitched. “My gift. My fail-safe. My redemption.”

She felt a surge of determination, knowing that she had made him proud. The ceremony concluded, and Emilia made her way to the Winston house, a sense of purpose burning within her. She was ready to claim her rightful inheritance – the company old Mr. Henry had left in her care. He had treated her like a granddaughter, loved her unconditionally, and entrusted her with his legacy. Unlike his biological grandchildren, spoiled by their mother Catherine, Emilia was the chosen one, the heir to his hard work and dedication.

“I don't care if you made a vow or a promise, sometimes I don't care about that either. But I care about my legacy.” “I care about my brother's legacy too!” Edward thundered. “Still dead promises.” I scoffed, I looked at Edward for a while, staring deep into his eyes. “That's your brother's Legacy!” I screamed, “that!” I pointed at Thea on the TV. “She is a Moore, and they take what does not belong to them and she is taking what's mine and you all at 50 STEEL are giving her free reins.” “I mean is that the legacy your brother would have wanted?” I asked.