Legacies Hope And Landon Novels & Stories

“Everything doesn’t seem right,” Jasper muttered to himself. He was sitting on the floor of a small room in what had once been his home—a single room with no windows or furniture but for a bed and table that he'd found in the basement. The place smelled like mold and mildew, though it hadn't always. It smelled like life, until everything went wrong. He was cold and angry; the only happiness he could think of was that of Lyra’s.

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..

She felt a surge of determination, knowing that she had made him proud. The ceremony concluded, and Emilia made her way to the Winston house, a sense of purpose burning within her. She was ready to claim her rightful inheritance – the company old Mr. Henry had left in her care. He had treated her like a granddaughter, loved her unconditionally, and entrusted her with his legacy. Unlike his biological grandchildren, spoiled by their mother Catherine, Emilia was the chosen one, the heir to his hard work and dedication.

Boarding was called and we gathered our things. As we walked down the jetway toward the plane, I looked back one last time at Miami. At the city where we'd fought and struggled and eventually built something beautiful together. At the company we'd transformed from Richard's legacy into our own partnership. At the life we'd created through conflict and compromise and choosing each other. "No looking back." Lily tugged my hand. "Only forward. Toward our honeymoon and our future and all the adventures waiting for us." She was right. The past was behind us. Victor in prison. Sophia moved away. All the battles fought and won.

I plan to buy some pillows while I'm out. Mrs. Johnson felt relieved when she heard this. "Gabby, please be careful out there. You haven't been outside Livinglake Farm, so you might not realize how harsh the world can be. We often see on TV how girls from small towns go to fancy places and end up in terrible situations. Oh dear, what will I say to my Sarah?" Mrs. Johnson's sad words echoed over the phone.

“No matter what new secrets or new relatives appear. You are my wife. My partner. My heart.” I traced patterns on his chest. “And I choose you. Through every storm. Through every confession from the past. We are building something beautiful. For Hope. For our new son. For Mia and her baby. That is our legacy. Not Sarah’s madness.” We talked late into the night about the future. About watching our children grow up on this beach. About Mia’s pregnancy and the joy it would bring. The conversation felt peaceful. Healing. The next morning we sat on the porch as a family. Hope played with her toys nearby. Mia and Daniel joined us with smiles. Caleb and Elise stopped by with small gifts for Hope. T

“I need to leave, we don’t have anything left here to do.” “So we are safe and we would not need to do anything again?” I asked her and she nodded. “All that is left is for our legacies to realize their fate.” Themis said absentmindedly before she smiled at me, her attention coming back to her surroundings. “But that will be a long time for now seeing that the Legacies are not yet born.”

// A/N: *mes pattes* is cajun slang for " my paws, or feet" BIG ANNOUNCMENT! Legacy is now available on multiple platforms, I will leave details on my Facebook page @facebook.com/danger.beanz.3 Happy Reading <3

Angelo stared at the emptied clan. He sighed. Everyone has left....not as if he was expecting any soul to stay "I am sorry father, i know i fail you but i keep up with it anymore. I have to let this people go. I have a family to leave for too" He said sighing. "I know wherever your father is, he'll understand. What you did , is the best thing to be done" Landon said beside him and he smiled sadly. "You know Landon, ever since i was young i hated anything about taking this legacy from my father. I wanted to leave a normal life with my mother and twin brother" He said and pushed. He stared at Landon's face and could see the shocked and surprise looks.

I stare closer into the heart of the wolf world where the palace stood with Lucinda. All started when a young prince, his name Douglas, woke up. His girlfriend was still in bed sleeping peacefully, they didn't know a great evil was about to fall upon them. Prince Douglas was the only child of the first Luna of King Morris. His mother had died when he was eighteen, she was murdered by his father's mistress, Pandora.