Legacies Josie Novels & Stories

Remember running away from the wedding is not the end of it, you still have so much to do if you really want to reclaim your Father's legacy, your legacy" " Hmmph" I breathed heavily into the phone, it was as if someone slapped me back to reality. I needed that "Stay with Mr McQueen and try to get him to marry you. He is the only chance you have, be brave. I mean it's even better now that he already knows everything and still helped, It means that even if he doesn't marry you he can still help out in some way, don't let yourself loose this opportunity" " You are right" " Good luck don't worry about me I will be here when you return"

When mother was dying, Marcus and Ryan, as her adopted sons, should have rushed back immediately—both emotionally and logically. But I called them over a dozen times, and every call was hung up. When I finally got through to Ryan, he didn't believe me: "You must be lying to trick us into coming back. Josie is an orphan who's never traveled abroad. Marcus and I want to give her a proper vacation. Stop bothering us." In the end, I was the only one who accompanied mother through her final moments. When I was struggling to suppress my grief while handling mother's funeral arrangements, they finally returned. But Marcus immediately accused me because mother's funeral date coincided with Josie's g

“She took everything. She called me a burden… She said she never loved us… She pushed me down the stairs…” A clawed fist squeezed my heart, threatening to rip it from my chest. The woman I betrayed everything for had abused my daughter. “Daddy…” Lily clutched my shirt, gasping for breath. “I miss Mommy… I miss Momma Josie…” Momma Josie. Not Momma Elara. Momma Josie. Her little hand trembled as she pulled a crumpled handkerchief from her pocket. A tiny silver wolf was embroidered on it. Josie had made it for her on her first birthday.

She paused, trailing those scars. "If you have forgotten, I would remind you. It was the first time you stepped into this place, and they whipped you so hard just so they could welcome you properly into this hell." Josie stopped speaking and turned me around. Her eyes glinted red, and I could feel her anger. "These scars are supposed to be a reminder. We have just three days to get our freedom, and when we are so close to having that victory, you are wavering," she snapped, hands balled into tight fists.

“You had healed and then your parents finally came to their senses and refused to let the Rogue King use you any longer. “Did you know that my mother was also Josie’s mother?” Jenna asks. He looks surprised, “No I did not. So, they had your half-sister heal you?” Elder Morris asks Josie. “Apparently,” Josie replies in frustration. “You have to know how hard we looked for you Josie,” Elder Morris says to Josie. Josie looks at him, upset, “Well clearly not hard enough. We were never far from you. I remember you now. I remember meeting you once. I mostly remember my father laughing that we were right under your nose all along, yet you could never find us,” Josie says with bitterness in

, Josie said, breaking me out of my thoughts. " She looks so much like my darling Jessica and even has her fire. As much as I hate to admit it, she has just as much as your father's fire too. She was prophesied to be the one to save us all. It is what our pack believed. It is what your father believed. That is what I believe. She will need you, Ava, more than ever before if she is to save us all from the darkness, including the one that now resides in her blood", Josie said before standing up and leaving the room. I guess the real question is, will she ever forgive me? Will dad forgive me? Will Samael? Most of all, will I ever forgive myself?

said Jasmine. Josie immediately returned to her senses. "We shouldn't interfere?" She was worried that Lucas would remain single forever if she did not intervene. Josie's dream of having a grandchild would vanish if that were to happen. She thought that there was only one person to blame—Chelsey. She had cheated on Lucas but still refused to let him go. She wondered how such a despicable woman could exist. Josie once adored Chelsey. However, she despised her just as intensely now. Chelsey had become her sworn enemy.

“Is that why a human event planner is reading from a script instead of our elders? At least the elders speak for the Progenitor. And what about the Secrecy Mandate? One spiritually sensitive human wanders in here and it’s all over. Have you even thought about the consequences?” Josie’s face turned an even deeper shade of red. “Those old relics and their rules are too much trouble!” I shook my head. “You have no reverence, yet you expect the Progenitor to recognize your bond?” “Our bond doesn’t need your approval!” Josie seethed. “And I’m fully prepared for the Blood Moon Awakening. I’ll prove I’m a worthy princess then!” Milton puffed out his chest proudly. “That’s right. Josie has a real ta

Carlos studied her in silence with a blank expression. “The truth is, I tried to use Jayden to forget the past. Even though he was the son of the man who betrayed you, I tried to see him differently. But I couldn’t. Every time I looked at him, I saw Richard. His eyes, his brown hair, his careless attitude. The older he got, the more I saw your father in him.” Josie’s voice trembled. “After what he did to Kyla, I realized he was just another pawn of his. Now that he’s gone, I don’t even know how to feel. Should I be angry? Should I be sad?” She turned fully to him. Carlos was still watching her.

Carry this new burden alone, at least until morning. The weight of it crushes me with each step toward the door, with each breath, with each beat of my dying heart. Five generations of Lancaster men, and I'm the first to face this hell. The first Lancaster man who might choose love over legacy. The first Lancaster man who might walk away from it all. And as I enter my hollow home, I realize that being the first might also mean being the last. Because after tonight, I don't know if there'll be anything left of me to save.