Lancaster Prep Family Tree Novels & Stories

Do you really have to react this way? Troy Lancaster? He was the Lancaster family's youngest son, Sebastian's younger maternal cousin. Victoria had a photographic memory. She saw his name when she skimmed through the log book earlier. He had bet 500 silver coins, which wasn't the least of all. It wasn't a hefty sum either, considering who he was. The Lancasters had very conflicting approaches in his upbringing. His mother pampered him, while his father was very strict toward him because he thought he was spoiled.

"Do you have anything to say about the illegal fundraising, Mr. Lancaster?" Before he took over as the president of the Lancaster Group. Lucian had met with the Lancaster family once. Safe for Gabriel, no one else knew that he wasn't the real Jordan. The decision to appoint him as the successor was faced with strong opposition from the Lancasters. He had been a physically weak person who was brought back from the countryside. He hadn't attended a decent university. What right did he have to be the Lancaster family's successor? The one who reacted the most negatively was Gabriel's son.

Ethan was so excited that his voice trembled slightly. "Mr. Lancaster, what a great honor to have you here! I didn't know you would personally come over today!" If the Hamilton family were considered the most prominent in Jaedornia, then the Lancaster family would be an extremely distinguished presence in Ambrollum City. They had a long-standing history and were deeply rooted in the city, making them widely recognized. Even if the Solace family had recently garnered a lot of attention, they could only be regarded as a second-tier family at most, far from matching the Lancaster family's legacy, which spanned a hundred years.

A year might have three hundred and sixty-five days in it but it's short, short enough to not be prepared for anything. "Don't regret anything, Alicia," As if reading my mind, Nathan advised. I wanted to tell him I already do but I gave him a weak smile and looked away. "Why wasn't any of the Lancasters companies willed to anyone today?" I asked, changing the topic. "Lancaster's companies belong to the Lancaster. It's a generational wealth and it doesn't belong to one part of the family or the other. Yes, some are in charge while others work or not but everyone has almost the same rights to the companies. A member from each family's branch is selected as a signatory to the big accounts and c

Her aunt was still trying to ridicule her husband right in front of her eyes. Aunt Macy turned towards the elderly man who was sitting in the middle of the hall on a rocking chair. Mr Lancaster, the old man of the family and father of all the nagging siblings. Although the man was old but he still held the reins of the family in his hands. The old Lancaster was still the rightful owner of the business and the cabinet supreme too.

You can always find a positive in a tricky situation! I was flicking through another history book, of course written by Lycans, which was showing a somewhat biased perspective of their species. When something catches my eye. I hadn’t really ever considered Lance’s family history or even asked whether they were the original family, but judging by a bloodline map, there was another family that should have equal power. The blood line map was clearly up to date, it even had Ricardo’s and Lance’s names included directly under King Julian and Queen Lorrel. Ricardo was an August birth date and Lance a September. I had only just missed it when I arrived here at the training base. Lorrel was a July b

"The Wentworth Family is another powerhouse. They control much of the city’s old money—generational wealth going back centuries, long before the Civil War. They’re deeply embedded in politics and banking, often pulling the strings behind the scenes. People say if you want something done in the Capital’s government, you better have a Wentworth on your side. Their patriarch, Lord Edward Wentworth, is a shrewd man with more connections than anyone can count." "The Lancaster Family, on the other hand, has a long history tied to real estate and construction. Most of the Capital’s skyline—hotels, skyscrapers, luxury condos—were built with Lancaster money. They’re known for controlling the city's l

“I don't-” “He messed with a Lancaster; he won't go unpunished.” Dad insisted. Well, I knew my father well, so arguing with him would not work, so I nodded and then stood up and picked up my documents because those were the only things I needed. I was the heiress of the Lancaster family, one of the wealthy families in town. Our company might be struggling, but we still have money. “I will show him what it's like to mess with a Lancaster,” Dad said as he got out first and held his hand out for me. I glanced back at my apartment one last time, then took a deep breath and extended my hand to Dad.

The Yeo family's Patriarch, Marlon, stared at Lucas as he asked this. Lucas killed the Lancaster family's young master in the Yeo family. If he didn't properly dealt with it, it could lead to a war between the Lancaster family and the Yeo family. Lucas said lightly, "My name is Lucas York." ... "Lu... Lucas York?" "Hiss!" The faces of Yeo family's Patriarch, Marlon, and the Elders turned pale with fright.

Caleb The Lancaster mansion hadn’t looked this alive in years. By six, the house was filled, laughter echoing down the marble corridors. It was my Dad’s birthday, Malcolm Lancaster, patriarch of a family that had built an empire out of law and cold ambition. He’d insisted on a “modest” celebration, which for him meant 100 people, imported wine, and two orchestras alternating in shifts. The rest of us, his sons, his relatives, the ghosts who carried his name, played our parts.