Novel & Cerita Legacies Characters

Jagger says, and then his eyes lock on me again. I offer her a small smile. “I am sorry for your loss,” I tell her, and she waves me off with a scoff. “No one is really sorry that bastard is gone; he will be rotting in hell for everything he has done to women over the years. I regret not divorcing him earlier,” Carmen says, and my eyes widen as I look at her, and Jagger shakes his head. “Maybe you shouldn’t be saying that out loud,” Donna lets out, and Carmen waves her off as well.

The man who had spent months plotting to destroy my family's legacy was completely undone, stripped of his leverage, his wealth, and his freedom in a span of three minutes. As we walked out into the damp morning air toward the idling luxury Maybach, a massive wave of exhaustion washed over me. But as Alexander held the rear passenger door open for me, his phone rang with a harsh, urgent tone. He answered it immediately, holding it to his ear as I slid onto the leather interior. "Talk to me, Arthur," Alexander said. I watched his reflection in the tinted glass window. The cool, victorious expression he had carried out of the warehouse suddenly hardened. His dark brows furrowed into a tight, s

"He’s suggesting we kill the god and leave the city to the mortals. Are you in, or is the old CEO still worried about his legacy?" Lucien let out a dry, humorless laugh, pacing back toward the center of the damp, cavernous space. "My legacy was a spreadsheet that liquidated ten thousand lives to save a quarter of profit. I think I’m done with legacies, Arthur. I’m interested in results." "Then we move," Arthur said, standing up and pulling Kael to his feet. "Kael, can you walk?" Kael pushed off the wall, stumbling slightly before finding his center. "I can walk. But I’ll need you to keep the interface steady. If the connection wobbles, the feedback will snap back to me."

"You've always wondered why my so-called poor father managed to leave me that old villa, haven't you?" Wallace's pupils shrank. That had always eaten away at him. My real father, Will Hampton, had been a legend in business until his untimely death. Olivia stole everything he left behind and told everyone he'd been a broke scholar, while I was just a penniless kid from the countryside. Only that old villa was still in my name. She thought it was worthless. But later, when the land got marked for redevelopment, she regretted it deeply.

Because there is someone else that makes my body react. Liliana Adare has woken something inside of me that I haven’t felt in a long time. Decency and hope. Maybe I’m not the dangerous rake I pretend to be. Maybe I can learn to be someone who can look at their life and be proud of what they’ve accomplished. As a Legacy, I have more power than most do pretty much whatever I want to do. So why can’t I choose my own friends? Or my own lovers? Why does my family get to choose that for me?

She was her heroin. After four days, the old woman was honorably buried at memorial Park. Ima knew her three sons looked up to her for guidance and care. By age, they were almost as old as her father in the village but got spoiled by the wealthy of their parents. They led reckless lifestyles and were all in very unstable employments. They had no idea on how to run any form of business no wonder their mother toiled every day to keep the family business afloat.

Nathan quickly interjected with tangible vexation at the sound of my father's choice of words, earning himself a scowl from him. "You shut up," He swiftly bit back at him with a pointed look, making him bristle as he peered between the two of us, but thankfully didn't continue arguing. Blowing out a tired sigh, my father lowered himself into a crouching position so that he could be at the same eye-level with me, resting his elbows over his knees as he started to explain, "Carina, we're...You, and me and your sister, we're not humans either. We share an ancient bloodline, the shaman bloodline. Our veins are filled with magic,"

Diana assured her kids. "I'm the one who gave birth to these indeed, little miracles as Felicity would always address them as....Can I not know them any better?" Diana smiled bitterly. The most mischievous and bravest kid among the three children had always been the second child, Legacy. He definitely didn't inherit his cynical and scheming personality form his mother. Who else if not their father? Thinking about their father, Diana was thrown into thoughts. 'Jake??? No, it can't be him' .

Before we jump back into the Incubi world, I wanted to wish all the amazing dads, stepdads, bonus dads, grandfathers, and father figures a very Happy Father’s Day 💙 A Papa’s Legacy is a special bonus story following the D’Amore and Fayte families through one emotional Father’s Day weekend. While Katrina and André return home to celebrate the papa who raised them, Alec experiences the holiday with newborn daughters Gwen and Christina for the first time. For Crista, Persephone, and Delilah, it is also a weekend of grieving the papa they lost while discovering that love and healing can exist beside that loss.

Drake turned to motion towards Angel, "My dear friend here is very hungry if you can give him something to eat, I will gladly get rid of any monsters you wish.” “We don’t have much but if you can kill those damn monsters we can certainly spare something.” They looked up to see an older version of the little girl holding a rifle. “Names Alexis Romanov and she’s my little sister, Akilina. Come in and we’ll talk.” Drake stood up, “That would be good.” He turns toward Angel again and holds out his hand. Angel walks ahead of Drake and they follow the girls into the Cabin.