Legacies Josie Novels & Stories

That day, I watched my sister being pushed into the cave that she would never come out of. That night, I heard her screams from inside, but I got lost when I tried to follow her voice. Later, I returned to the village and pretended to have no memory of what had happened. I became Josie—the resentful, grown woman obsessed with the idea of marrying the god. Everything that had happened today was the result of a year's careful planning. Even though I had never seen the man in front of me before, I recognized his voice. When my sister died, I heard a man shout in rage.

Just after Eleanor had dismissed them from Lila's longest breakfast in a long time, Jasmine arrived at the manor. Lila felt happiness and relief wash over her. She was glad that she did not have to third wheel her mother and sister anymore and did not need to fight the confusion she felt when it was just her and Levi. She knew that her father would be angry to know she was getting soft for the man they had put her to marry. Yes, none of it made sense to the simple man, but she could never remember her life making sense to anyone before now.

His fingers tightened on her waist, his touch a steady comfort, the firelight casting shadows on his face, the clearing a haven, the warmth a shared triumph. Samantha turned to him, her green eyes glowing with love, her breath warm against his cheek, her voice soft but clear, the firelight illuminating her face, the warmth of the clearing a mirror to the joy in her heart, the air thick with their shared victory, the village a sanctuary, their bond a radiant flame. “For all of us, Kev,” she said, her hand resting on his chest, her fingers tracing the red claw marks on his tunic, the fabric warm under her touch, the claw mark tattoo pulsing beneath her fingertips, the sunlight dancing on her f

They had always been the children of legacy, the prophecy no one spoke aloud but everyone expected to unfold. And now—now—that same legacy curled inside her. Unasked for. Unplanned. Unwanted, maybe, by its own father. But alive. What a cruel trick. Adrain’s betrayal still stung, deep and quiet, like frostbite in summer. But the child inside her? That wasn’t a mistake. That was blood. Old blood. Strong blood. Hers. And maybe that’s what scared her most. Because what if this child inherited the worst of both of them?

"I'm sorry, Marshall," my mother Olivia Bourn said, her voice trembling, "but we have no choice. We can't afford to offend the Davidsons." She pressed a handkerchief to the corner of her eye, pretending to be heartbroken. Watching her fake tears made my stomach twist. Everyone in Jezelworth knew who Abby Davidson was—she was practically the queen of the city. Half a year ago, an accident left her legs injured. Since then, she had become even colder and crueler, like a living devil.

"Your Majesty, this is so bad. You've to do something about this." "We have to do something about this!" I corrected. Lucinda was my Personal Assistant, she's a moon spirit and second-in-command to me, a best friend and more. I always told her all of my decisions and most of the time we sat down to have friendly chats, at other times serious discussions took place.

assured Daniel. "He has always been manipulative and competent," murmured Leo in his mind. The nostalgia, the yearning and the desire to tread old ground flowed from Pandora’s box the moment he saw Rachel with her son, who resembled him closely. It was a lid Leo wanted to try to slam open and certainly struggled to conjure a happy ending. Later, Rachel basked in a large bathtub filled with warm water mixed with just the right amount of Epsom salt, scented lavender and rosemary herbs while Alex slept for the night.

Lucas saw tears appearing in his grandfather’s eyes, threatening to spill. “After the war, Seth needed a Gamma that knew how to fight and his had died in the war, so he forced me to take the position. I didn’t want to work with this monster, but he had made up his mind. So, he kidnapped Louise, my mate, and put her in prison. Every time he wanted me to do something, he would bring me down to see her, and he would torture her until I broke and would do everything he asked. I felt her pain, her desperation, I would do anything to make it stop.”

But I remained calm. “Continue,” I said. Willis nodded, looking at me with unsolicited pity, “The remaining of my estate, including all shares of Thompson Enterprises and the position of Chief Executive officer, I bequeath to Miss Lily Rose of Miami, Florida.” The silence that followed was defending. I felt as though I had been punched in the chest. I sat up straighter, unable to process what I had just heard. Was this some big joke? “I'm sorry,” I said, “Could you repeat that?”

"She’s his property in his eyes. If he chooses to break her, there’s nothing we can do without starting a war." Kane stared at him in disbelief, his silence heavy with judgment. "I'm just being honest," Trevor added, raising his hands in a mock gesture of surrender. Kane took a ragged breath, the internal war raging between his loyalty to his family’s vendetta and the magnetic pull he felt toward the girl on the couch Suddenly, Lilly stirred. Her eyes fluttered open, glazed with exhaustion and pain. She lurched forward, a choked sound escaping her throat as she vomited a spray of crimson.