Lancaster Prep Family Tree Novels & Stories

Linda happily delivered this news, which lifted the empress spirit. "This is good news~! Once the crown prince is free, I'll send him to check in on Lady Sophia. House Lancaster is an old aristocratic house that wields substantial political influence. I did right by inviting Duchess Lancaster to the Empress’s Newly Mothers Gathering, since this allowed Alan and Lady Sophia to strike up a quick friendship." Almost as if she could see the glorious future for her son, a smile spread across the empress's face.

"Our child, aside from you will become the most powerful in this world. Her mother is an immortal, and her father is the most powerful vampire. She or he will be unparalleled, Amber." I know. I know that. The last drop of Lancaster's blood. It wasn't me. It's my child. At alam kong, hindi rin sa kaniya magtatapos iyon. Lancasters legacy will remain alive. . . .

" Preston Harper was Landon's uncle and the only brother of Landon's late father. When Landon was seven, he lost his father in a plane crash. Fortunately, his father had transferred shares and all assets under Landon and Penelope's names, sparing them from a precarious life. Landon's grandfather, Cornelius Harper, held the reins of the Harper Group. The CEO position that belonged to Landon's late father was handed over to Preston, even though Landon was the eldest grandson in the family. Preston, who cried his heart out in front of his brother's grave, turned out to be a snake. He appeared to take good care of Landon's family, only to put up his guard against Landon.

I never expected that someone from the Clawson family would be so nice. I saw Lance walk over to where the others stood and he bowed gently to an old man, one I suspected to be elder Clawson the patriarch of the family. Standing beside him to the right was Lance's mother, Elisa. She was pretty. I could see where Lance got his eyes from. To the left was his father, he was like an older version of Lance. Just as good looking. I could recognize them because Lance had shown me a picture of them. The others there were cousins, uncles and aunts and his younger sister Pearl. His older brother Ronald wasn't here though.

“It was not a cakewalk. I’ll tell you that. With grandma constantly yapping in my ear about my age and ridiculing me for not having a dozen kids already, the focus was almost impossible to attain. Especially when I had those five monstrous records to go through.” “Why did you have to go through all five?” Ajax snorted. “All you had to do was pick the current one.” “You think it’s that easy, don’t you? Well, it was not. To find the real Hannah Lancaster, I had to find her parents first. And to find her parents, I had to find which daughter of their parents married into the Lancasters. But then there wasn’t only one occasion when the daughters of the Halest family were married into the Lancast

“I have an announcement.” I immediately hated it. Dad raised an eyebrow. “Oh?” Drake leaned back in his chair, glancing at Eleanor before turning his full attention to Dad. “Hilda and I are getting engaged.” My stomach dropped. The fork slipped from my fingers and clattered against my plate, the noise echoing in the oversized room. I barely even noticed. Drake was getting engaged. The words spun in my head, over and over, like some kind of sick joke. Hilda Lancaster. Heiress to the Lancaster family—one of the wealthiest, most powerful families in the country. Their influence stretched far beyond business; they had deep political ties, old money that demanded respect, and a name that could op

He joined the seminary at 16 and now he's a Reverend. Which meant that the Lancaster line ends with Matthew alone. This is why he is a very important link to continue the family legacy. To Gerald's eye, Matthew is the last hope to establish the future generation of Lancasters. Unfortunately, the Lancaster's are just not picky with their partners--they were fans of traditional relationships. Matthew had no prior experience with women because that's how the Lancaster males do it. They have to save theirselves to the woman who they think would be the perfect mother for their children. It's old fashioned but it ensured a long-lasting marriage. No Lancaster was divorced in history.

"This was sent by your father, and he told you to open it here. Think of it as a link between our families. With shaking fingers, I took the envelope and cut it open. Thomas Lancaster's letter was inside: To Sophia, I give you the Lancaster Family Archive, which you are to send to the Reid Foundation to fund your suggested grants for community-led historical study. This repository includes documentation, oral histories, and photos documenting your grandfather's early community projects. You respect both legacies by using these resources in our collaborative educational efforts. I think that only you can properly preserve and portray this history. With honor, Dad I felt a rush of emotion. He

There was an indolent expression on Laurence’s face as he said, “I actually have no business being here tonight; I’m just here for fun.” Although Rick Preston, the youngest son of the Preston family, had been studying overseas for a while now, he wasn't officially a part of the family as he was the result of Alan Preston’s affair with another woman, Grace. Originally, Rick hadn't even been included in the Preston family business. However, the patriarch of the family, Alan Preston, hadn't wanted his family lineage to end after his eldest son's unfortunate death in a tragic car accident. So he'd invited Rick, whom he'd never cared for before this, back from overseas to take over the business.

Lancaster slowly opened his eyes. "You're awake?" I arched an eyebrow. The sword was swiftly pulled out, and Lancaster's mouth opened soundlessly, seemingly in anguish from my actions. "...I am the son of Elder William, I am his... rightful heir. I warn you... If you dare lay another finger on me, I promise you... will meet your demise!" Lancaster was covered in bruises, his limps on the ground. Only his head could move. Despite his condition, he raised his head, attempting to portray an air of arrogance. His black eyes were clouded, his voice soft and feeble, incapable of posing any real threat.