Novel & Cerita Legacies Josie

"Legacies are powerful, and I'm afraid it is not enough. I don't think time is on our side, though." "What's next?" Isolde looks me in the eye. "Give me access to your memories."

she screamed and opened her eyes with a sharp full intake of oxygen. Jay looked at the woman on the floor in front of him with shock so severe his face was almost void of emotion her eyes were flashing between gold and black and she was panting. As her breathing started to steady her eyes settled into their softer earth tones and Jay licked his lips “what the fuck was that M?” he asked and Mj let out a long heavy breath before she crawled to the edge of his bed and leaned her back against it. “He helped me remember parts of...that day” she said and Jay leaned his head over the edge of the bed to meet hers “you saw them?” he asked and Mj tucked her knees under her chin and hugged her legs “ye

Put the flare gun down now! I ignored him and instead used my free hand to lightly tap the metal canister beside me. The canister emitted a crisp echo, sounding particularly piercing in the dead silence of the freezer. "That's Ms. Jameson's lifeline! In order to have an heir, she spent a whopping 200 million dollars to acquire it from an Almoran tribal chief! It's said to be top-tier genetics that occur once in a century! "As the quality control supervisor, I personally handled the warehousing procedures. You tell me—do I or do I not know how important it is?" I retorted.

Standing on the dais, the Priestess and the elders stood before the people, with the Priestess in front of them. "Tonight, we all stand here to bear witness as the oldest and most sacred duty that has ensured the perpetuity of our kind be fulfilled, in accordance with the will of the Moon goddess," Fiona began speaking. "Raya, daughter of Lamdan, and Alpha Jamey, of house Koll, please step forward," she instructed. Sighing, I stepped forward, doing my best to suppress the bubbling happiness within me. Jamey walked forward, looking a bit cold with his handsome face. We both faced the Priestess.

Chapter 1 I'm lying on my couch, staring at the ceiling of my apartment. Today, I turned eighteen. I also learned that I've become Tim Frost's heir. If something happens to him, I'll inherit his entire fortune. I don't know how much he has, but I've heard that it's substantial. They also say that, in addition to his legitimate business, Tim influences certain criminal circles. I don't want his inheritance; I want Tim Frost himself. But he made it clear that nothing can happen between us. He said I must forget him.

“You wanted honesty.” He leaned back, looking up at the broken ceiling of the chapel. Light filtered in through the shattered stained glass, casting broken rainbows on the floor between us. “So she’s out there. Somewhere. A version of you who believes everything should be razed and rebuilt with fire. And she’s walking around with your face and possibly your memories.” “Not just memories,” I said. “Instinct. Legacy. And worst of all—freedom. She’s not bound by the things I still wrestle with. She doesn’t carry guilt. Or fear. She’s past all that.”