Jed Legacies Novels & Stories

he answered without hesitation "Legacy and Revenge. Pick your poison but really? I want plain certainty. You're the middle point between their failure and my potential." He stepped back and the screen altered. Pictures flickered on it—me as a kid, me in a lab, me racing down halls, blood on my hands, then the image froze. My mother stood next to a man with my eyes "You lied to me," I gasped. "She lied to you" Jared said "About everything including the fact that she wasn't making a daughter, she was making a tool of war with a conscience" He touched the screen again and it vanished.

“I’m just being concerned, unless you plan on giving birth again, she’s the only heir to the sword” “I know Nathan, I know….. if there’s anything I regret, it’s being unable to tell her of her heritage” He drank from his glass again, I suppose Devonne got that from him, drowning their problems in wine. Alejandro was obviously not expecting Jenna to agree to the divorce so easily, it’s been four months and he’s still sulking about it. Seeing that I couldn’t do anything more about it, or Devonne’s situation apparently, I just left. I was so distracted, I had even taken walked down here instead of driving, I was distracted even now as I bumped into someone on the street, i frowned down at the m

"All I’m hearing is an old man who’s terrified of a girl. Is that really it, Javi? Is that what has your entire clan shaking?" ​Javi balled his hands into fists. "Dammit! Just listen to me. Her great-grandfather carried the Edemas blood. Do you understand the weight of that? I know your father shared the legends with you. Everyone knows them." ​This was a detail Valerian hadn't dug up yet. I wanted to hear every bit of information he had, so I gave him a nod to keep going.

“When Jedediah and Jeremiah had their disagreement, initially Jed wanted to keep the family empire united, but he didn’t want to be tied down to the Cove. He thought of it as branching out, expanding on the empire rather than splitting it. Jeremiah wouldn’t hear anything of the sort. They were fishermen. Period. They’d settled on Pelican Bay to chart their course, and to his mind, that meant building a fishing company. There would be no branches. It would take every bit of blood, sweat, and tears they and their kin had to make a go of what they’d already begun. Each brother felt betrayed, for not having the support of the other. Perhaps as twins, they felt this betrayal more keenly than most

" Gasps filled the air as we absorbed his words. Star reached out, her hand finding Jesse's in a silent show of support. "What do you mean, a dark legacy?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper. Jesse's eyes were filled with pain as he continued. "My bloodline is cursed. We are bound by a powerful darkness, one that threatens to consume us if we are not careful. I have been fighting this darkness for centuries, trying to protect those I love." Silence hung in the air as we tried to comprehend the weight of Jesse's revelation.

At the empire they'd reshaped, the families they'd healed, the love they'd built from the ruins of other dreams. "I think," she said slowly, "that some legacies are meant to be more than business." A soft coo from the stroller drew their attention. Cat and Eddie were awake, reaching for the golden light with tiny, determined fists. "Like mother, like daughter," Lucas echoed his earlier words. "Like father, like son." Because some empires were built on more than mergers. Some legacies were written in more than headlines. And some loves were destined to reshape not just two hearts, but entire worlds – one generation, one trust, one morning light at a time.

“This better be quick…” She leaned in closer and as usual, dropped a first line shocker—her signature. “You're not fighting rivals anymore, Jace,” she paused softly, allowing the confusion to drain me before she continued again. “You're fighting legacy…” I raised an eyebrow as that phrase totally didn't make sense and only made my pulse race harder. The grim expression on my face was brutal as I stared at her coldly. “What do you mean?!” I snapped, my voice lethal and my jaw tightened.

I’ve been to the girls’ apartment a million times. Summer and her crew—Chris, Fati, JoJo—are some of the best friends I’ve ever had. My family’s lived in this area with them our whole lives. Their mom, Meredith, is the main oracle of the Goddess, and my parents are demi-gods. We’re legacy kids, born from the wolves who ended the war and rebuilt the world.

"I'm sorry, Marshall," my mother Olivia Bourn said, her voice trembling, "but we have no choice. We can't afford to offend the Davidsons." She pressed a handkerchief to the corner of her eye, pretending to be heartbroken. Watching her fake tears made my stomach twist. Everyone in Jezelworth knew who Abby Davidson was—she was practically the queen of the city. Half a year ago, an accident left her legs injured. Since then, she had become even colder and crueler, like a living devil.

She says licking her lips suggestively. “Liam, how you doing?” Jediah, Jed for short greets me at the bar. He owns the bar and is in his thirties. His father owned it before him, he’s a cool guy and a good looking one too with his long, dark hair up in a man-bun, his tattoos on display with his cut off tee. “Yeah, great thanks Jed. We’ll have one tequila and I’ll have a soda and lime.” “Not drinking tonight?” His voice is deep and masculine. Elkie is running her eyes up and down his arms. Maybe she’ll latch on to him if she doesn’t think she’s going to get any from me later.