Legacies Josie Novels & Stories

“You think you’re the only one who can play the victim? You’ve had it all your life, the attention, the respect, and the Pack. But it’s my turn now.” I had taken her in after her parents died, she was supposed to be my sister she had grown jealous of me instead. Tears welled in my eyes again, and Josie smirked. “Oh, don’t start crying now. It doesn’t suit you.” I shoved her aside and walked past, brushing away my tears. “Lizabella!” Jerry barked after me. “What the hell is wrong with you? Just because you lost your child, are you trying to kill Josie now too?”

Her tone was dripping with dark amusement. “Noah never deserved all that wealth,” she continued. “I was stuck in that orphanage until I turned 18. I worked so hard all my life. I never got anything handed to me. Now I finally get the life I deserve.” She laughed. A cold, heartless laugh. The recording ended. I felt a surge of anger as I listened to Josie’s confession. She had orchestrated all of Noah's misery. She stole her husband, home and life. Her actions had directly led to the tragic events that unfolded. Josie had to be held accountable.

“ Josie whispers persuasively in my ear, “You will make a powerful Alpha Layla, claim your birthright and fight for everything you want.” I look back at the night sky; it's beautiful. Do I want to leave all this behind? I have just found my mother again. What about Marian, Diana, and Amy? Do I give up or start a new life with Lea? Lea’s chest vibrates against my legs as she lets out a low menacing growl, “Sasha and Isaac need to die for what they have done to us, Layla.” I incline my head at Josie as I say

Their laughter filled the living room, but Josie felt like an outsider amid the joy. She had always been aware of everyone's fondness for Candice, but now she understood why. Candice's natural charm and youthful innocence were simply irresistible. Josie felt completely disconnected from everyone there. She returned to her room and texted Fenna, "Aunt Fenna, there's no hope left between Elio and me. I'm giving up." Almost instantly, Josie received a text message from Fenna. "Don't give up just yet. The outcome remains uncertain until the very end."

Even though she would much prefer to watch Friends or The Bold Type. She loved me like she loved the stars. I loved her like I loved butterflies. “Jos, leave him. Ghost him. Find someone new. Who will make you happy and bring out that beautiful smile of yours. Be with someone who makes your heart skip a beat. Who is there for you, no matter what. I mean Lucas didn’t even bother attending Pride with you this year.” I tell her sternly, she knows I mean it. Josie has 2 dad’s. She loves them. I love them. They were always there for me when I needed someone other than Dam for advice. We always attended Pride it was a tradition now.

“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.”

They were a family, but so were we. “I completely understand what you feel, Deirdre. I lost my mate when I was having his child too.” I took a deep breath and stepped forward, taking her hands in mine. “But I’m not going to let you stay here and wallow in the sadness that comes with it. Everything was dark when Aeron died, and I would hate for you to feel the same way.” “So, what are you going to do about it?” She asked me. “Are you going to bring him back to me? I mean, you have a connection with the Moon Goddess. If you can—”

She takes her beauty after her as well. Josie dedicated the speech not only to the warriors but also to my mother. I was touched that she spoke so beautifully about her, even though she never met her. 'I think mother would have loved her,' Rafe said thoughtfully. A sadness washed over me thinking of her. After Josie finished her speech, the lycans began clapping and standing, one at a time. Secret pride I didn't want swelled within me, too, and Rafe howled. Even this room burst out into merriment.

Adrian asked, curiously pointing at the portrait. “A student drew that for me,” Kendall said as he poured a cup of coffee for Adrian. “Who’s that though?” “The legate.” “What?” Kendall nodded. “Juno is a seventeen-year-old girl who’s confined to a wheelchair. Her mother and she had prepared a feast to celebrate the return of her father, who was a soldier in the army. Yet, they found out that he had died in action—killed by Luposians. “That’s why Juno hates the Luposians to the core. Instead, she loves the legate and hopes that he would avenge her father’s death.

The only thing you ever inherited was your mother’s cruelty. The whole place went silent. I could feel the tension charged between us like electric waves. Camille looked like she had seen a ghost, her expression stuck somewhere between shock and pain. ‘Liora,’ Helena whispered, already rising as if to hit me. Camille dashed out of the room, her sobs following her. Helena became confused between going after her daughter or hitting me. She later settled on going after her daughter, leaving me alone with my father’s corpse. ‘We’d want to wheel him to the morgue now,’ the nurse said to me in a calm tone.