Legacies Aesthetic Novels & Stories

The brothers were opposites in almost everything, and it showed. Lucian appeared next, leaning casually against the fence like he had nowhere better to be. “Don’t mind them. One thinks the world runs on discipline, the other on logic. I say it runs on charm.” “Charm won’t save her in a fight,” Dorian said, joining us from the shadows of the armory. His dark eyes landed on me, scanning me from head to toe. “But steel might.” I shifted on my feet. “Should I be scared?”

My stomach churned and my heart dropped somewhere deep, where I couldn’t reach it. “So he married the wrong woman because his father told him to?” “Because it was his duty,” the Countess replied flatly. “That’s the difference between fantasy and legacy.” Legacy. A word that meant ruin for the rich. They would destroy everything in their path just to uphold their fucking legacy. I couldn't look away. “And my mother?”

He lifted his head and lets out deep breath and said," Son,I want you to become my next in line, take over my legacy " Taking over dad's legacy, involves so much than physical beings Dad might be Dracula but he's kinda fetish... "Dad,i already have my pack, remember.... I am not just a vampire but a werewolf?"... I declared openly and hoped he'd understand... He took back his eyes and walked to the photograph of mom I left hung on the wall "Wow, I cannot believe that our son would be this selfish,". He pressed his hands on mom's photograph and was talking to her picture..

"Is that what you thought? That sleeping with a woman would somehow rewire my brain? My heart? That you could fuck the gay out of me?" "No Lancaster man has ever had such desires before." His voice turns dangerously quiet, like the calm before a tornado. "Five generations of honorable men, building a legacy you seem determined to destroy." My hands clench into fists so tight my nails draw blood from my palms. "So that's it? I'm a genetic mistake? The first Lancaster to break your precious mold?"

Andrew inquired, taking a few strides toward them. “I can see you’re in support of her running away from me, right?” Quincy proclaimed, giving Andrew a stern look. “I just feel you’re taking things too far,” he answered. He was trying his very best to confuse Quincy to let Elena go. He couldn’t believe why Quincy was so ruthless and heartless. Ever since he had found his mate, Elena, he had always made life a living hell for her. He had never for once given any breathing space for the poor lady and Andrew had grown a lot of hatred for him. He had fallen for Elena at Quincy’s back and Elena had also done the same. However, there was nothing they could do. Most times, he thought of getting rid

"He was just a person who made mistakes and tried to do better at the end." "Exactly." Alexander kissed my forehead. "And that's a legacy you can work with." "I can run Thompson Enterprises differently than he did." I realized. "Learn from his mistakes instead of repeating them." "That's what he wanted." Alexander showed me one of Richard's final letters. "He wrote about hoping you'd be better leader than he'd been." I read Richard's words about his regrets and hopes for my leadership. He'd known his flaws and wanted me to avoid them. That realization helped me accept his complicated legacy.

he said, not pulling his eyes off her body. She could feel his eyes on her and she didn't want to mention it so they wouldn't both feel conscious about it. She was sure he would take his eyes off her soon so they kept on walking through the room, checking each work and deciding to judge it through their eyes. Lila had to admit that Levi knew a little more about art than she did, and she took it as a challenge. She immediately thought of how her mother made her see everything in life as a challenge and tackle it at once. She knew it should not bother her that Levi was better at art than her but she wanted to be on top.

“No. But I think it’s time we stop building around power and start building around permanence. Around legacy.” That word, legacy. It hung between us like a loaded weapon. Ariella leaned back. “Legacy is for people who’ve finished fighting.” I smiled and retorted. “Or for people who are finally choosing what’s worth fighting for. I let silence breathe. It wasn’t a trap; it was a recalibration. She would test every word. She should. I had trained her to.

This is the attitude I want, I'm glad he's in the mood otherwise I'll be at loss concerning my goal today. Dressed in my gray pajamas, I stepped gently into the family-sized bed. It's awkward to lie in the same bed with a stranger under normal circumstances. Douglas should be the one feeling this but I'm puzzled to be the one feeling it. Come on, it's the same things like this that made Cassandra fall by the wayside. As a celestial being, it's a law you must keep yourself as pure and chaste as possible to defeat the forces of evil. Cassandra had let her heart be clouded with a certain amount of infatuation and lust which made her defeated upon confronting the dark queen. She defied the divin

In turn, he memorized my habits, my preference for Earl Grey tea with lemon; my habit of sketching design blueprints in leather-bound notebooks late at night; my morning routine; and the precise history of how Bennett Designs was built from the ground up by my father. By the time the Maybach turned off the main highway and began navigating the long, winding, tree-lined driveway of the Vance family estate in the Hamptons, we had constructed an airtight narrative. The estate came into view through the rain-streaked windows a breathtaking, sprawling stone mansion overlooking the grey, churning waters of the Atlantic Ocean. Terraced gardens, manicured lawns, and grand floor-to-ceiling glass wing