Legacies Josie Novels & Stories

I say weakly. “If he even cared as much as cared for you, he would have gotten you out already, Aidan already found his mate stupid, the future Luna is my older sister. He was only playing some stupid bet with his friends, you know what it's called? How long will it take to make a fool out of stupid, naive Ivy?” My heart drops at her untrue words and I turn to throw up at a corner. “And now you went and killed his mother and sibling out of spite and tried to frame his mate's sister, how bitter and wicked can you be?” I shake my head at her taunting words. The baby also died? I gasp loudly from exhaustion and dehydration.

She is so wrapped up in this belief that she is the Rogue Queen now and has a legacy to carry on. Adam is ahead of me. He moves in front of Josie’s cells and advises her I wanted to see her. She starts to say no, when he says he has granted me the request. I move around the corner and am devastated at what I see. Josie is not doing well. She is not eating. She is tearing at the skin on her arm so it is ragged and bloody. I can tell she is distraught. It breaks me to see her like this.

“Blame your genetics. Your mom’s way worse. Remember how she announced to everyone in the marching band our freshman year that you needed to use non-chlorinated tampons because you couldn’t bear to experience another rash—and then had pictures to warn other girls away from—” Josie shuddered and interrupted loudly. “No, yo mama.” “No, yo mama!” Were they really acting like they were in seventh grade? Yeesh. “I don’t have a mama. She died that day.” Laura chuckled. “You wish she’d died that day, because three years later when we graduated, there she was at commencement, under the bleachers, banging the band director.” “She likes a little pomp with her circumstance.” “She made it clear to the w

This was the first time in ten years that I had ever spoken to Josie like this. Josie frowned. "You were the one who refused to save him back then. If it weren't for you, Alex wouldn't have suffered. Everything you have now should have belonged to him!" She threw the ointment at me. She no longer bothered to pretend she cared. For all these years, I had always felt guilty because of that incident. I always put them first. I forced down the despair inside me and spoke with a trembling voice. "If it weren't for me, you would've died long–"

Everyone wins! "Third, she's young, gorgeous, and curvy. If everything goes well, we'll have a baby brother by next year. The family legacy will be secured, and you won't even have to lift a finger! "Isn’t it perfect—ow! Why'd you pinch me?! That hurts!" … As we left the hospital, a familiar car flashed past. I turned my head to look. "Was that Logan?" Josie remained unfazed. "No, you're seeing things. He's probably busy whispering sweet nothings to his first love in the bed. Why would he have time for you?"

KILLIAN The blood in my veins turned into molten lava as I stared at Helio Salazar and Josie through the two-way mirror. This guy was lying. He had to. But Josie knew him; she didn't deny it or the fact that she had delivered him packages. Still, she was sitting there, shaking her head and fisting her hands. She looked at Helio with disgust, almost like she didn't know Helio Salazar had been working for my mother before and learned only now...

“You do. The answer to your question was yes, Josie understood the world I built and live because even though she wasn’t born into the famiglia, she was born into the world that respectable people pretend doesn’t exist.” Turning my hand so we were palm to palm, I intertwined our fingers. “It sounds like she was a strong woman. Thank you for telling me about her.” “Mia was wrong.” “About?” “Women before and after. Josie was a part of my life for almost nine years.” My chest grew tight. “That’s a long time.” “I don’t care about anyone before her. After her, until you, doesn’t count.” “How did she die?” It was the question I was the most afraid to ask.

her tears flowed. She had no family or anyone to help her, and no one would take her in her condition. Not even the hospitals wanted her. Dad walked up to her, placing two fingers on her forehead, and spoke in an ancient language only he understood. Josie looked at him with tears in her eyes and smiled, saying, "Thank you," as she slowly fell asleep. I thought she was sleeping, but Dad shook his head, saying, "No, she's gone, I opened a portal to the next life," he smiled. "She's with her family and sister now," Dad said. "They're all happy, and their demons can't follow them there. It's better for her there." Despite her past actions, we gave Josie a dignified funeral, burying her far away

I gave her a bright smile back to let her know that it was going to be fine, but I honestly wasn't sure about that myself. "Ofcourse. Let me just start by saying that my Josie really isn't an awful person. She can be slightly cold hearted, but when she loves, she does it wholly and completely. That's actually how she ended up getting dethroned. She loved her mama so much that she went to extremes to protect her. You see, this isn't actually my body. If I were still in my own body, I would be about Kara's age.

"The Legacy isn't built on truth; it’s built on the image of perfection. You came back from that island a hero, a survivor. But now?" ​The lawyer paused, his eyes shifting toward the door. He had seen my shadow. He looked at me, his gaze analytical and cold, then turned back to Luke with a final, devastating warning. ​"This is bad, Luke. You will lose the legacy if I am guessing it right." Luke’s head snapped up. "What is that supposed to mean?" "You know exactly what I mean, kid."