Legacies Fanfic Mga Nobela at Kwento

I say. “Your greetings aren't important because your father and I want to know when you’re going to give us grandpups,” she says with a small, playful smile but her eyes are serious. “You’re still an Alpha. Legacy matters.” I grit my teeth. “I’ll give you both an heir when I’m ready,” I mutter, not looking at her. The thought of creating a new life with Nicole makes my skin crawl. She leans in, resting a hand gently on my desk. “Sweetheart, I know losing Stacy and Liam broke you, but it’s time to live again.”

"My parents loved each other very much. My father would have died for my mother - he almost did, twice. But it didn't start out that way. He could have had his mark on her heart. But he missed his chance. The Legacy says that no snake in my lineage has been openly accepted by a spouse before, let alone been loved, before my parents, and ... I want to be better." "The legacy?" Shuule asked, confused. "This is something us snake beasts don't talk about often outside of our own kind, but you should know it. When we are born, we have the memories of our past generations. It lets us fend for ourselves as soon as we hatch, but the Legacies can be used for much more if one cares to study them. They

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Andros’s hand jerked, small and ugly, like something electric had bitten it. “Legacy is just a costume,” he spit. “It fits until the next man grows taller.” “Then take it off,” I said. “We’ll sew you something more appropriate. A shroud has very forgiving lines.” He turned on me like a knife waking up. “Shut up, you. Do you know what you are?” he said softly. “You’re a chapter. He thinks you’re a spine. He is a bloody fool.” “Nope,” Elky said before I could, and it landed like a vow. “She’s the author of our next bestseller.”

I've left nothing unsaid. "Leave before I change my mind about harming you." I walk away, approaching the wide and arched entrance. "We are more alike than you think, Zeke. Just because you are a Legacy does not mean you are not a rogue. Everything you've achieved here shows just how much of a rogue you are," she says with a tinge of anxiety in her tone. I keep walking. Alexis raises her voice, taking another step forward. "The rebel and the rogue—Can't you see? It's a match made in heaven!"

"I'm just another student you have bullied over the years." We stop walking. My breath hitches as our gazes connect, and he takes a step forward, closing the gap. Feeling my discomfort at his proximity, he flashes one of his signature smiles. "And I thought we had gone over this already, Liliana Adare. From the moment you agreed to be my friend, and to take my offer, you became a Legacy. And Legacies do not flinch and they do not back down." He stands up straight, removing his arm as he says, "I thought you had agreed to try."

“What’s really happening is that you keep showing up in my life pretending you’re doing me a favor.” He stood slowly, adjusting his cufflinks like he had all the time in the world. “You still think this is about love, don’t you?” His tone was quiet but it still sounded harsh. My pulse picked up. “If it’s not, then what is it?” As Cassian stepped closer, his shoes barely made a sound against the polished floor. “Legacy,” he said simply. “That’s what this has always been about.” He took one more step. “The Council wants to merge our bloodlines. My influence and your growing power. Together, we’d be untouchable.”

The man who'd destroyed me and was now the only person who could help me survive. Richard had definitely left me with one hell of a complicated legacy.

she screamed inside of her when she began to feel weak, and incompetent to fight the Alpha any longer. Her face dropped when Andrew still didn’t make a move. She felt disgusted knowing she had fallen in love with someone who had the same feathers as her mate. A sharp pain notches her heart when Andrew begins to give her an eye signal that she shouldn’t give up and continue to fight. He was supposed to help her fight Quincy, yet he was telling her to fight back. His behavior made her lose hope and give in to Quincy, who was still beating her up. She was sickened that the man she had come to love was watching her being beaten up.