Legacies Josie Novels & Stories

“Legacy and three others will meet us in Miami. It’s not ideal, but they aren’t in the city right now and it doesn’t make any sense for them to come back when we are heading out tonight, anyway.” “And this Legacy is who exactly?” I rolled my eyes. Why did they always have to have such stupid nicknames? “He’s trained in…?” “He’s an ex-marine,” Elodie whispered, and all eyes turned to her in surprise. Too late, she realised she had spoken out loud. She visibly shook herself, straightening her shoulders. “Jesus, I can’t do this.” She was on her feet in a second, her phone gripped in her hand. “If you will excuse me.”

“What I saw was two people who have known each other all their lives finally admit, that perhaps there is a love greater than a mate bond. Are you sure…are you certain Callie is your mate and not Cleo?” There was something different about Josie since returning. Yes she now had her wolf, yes she had an ability like Mum…but there was something else, something regal. Her words cut through my masked expression…trying to reach out to me to learn the truth. If I lie to Josie, would I be lying to the Moon Goddess herself …who seems to be linked to Mum and Josie. But then the Moon Goddess would already know that I am lying, she just doesn’t know why.

“Because survival is the first rule of legacy.” A Legacy of Lies Inside the estate, they sat in a glass-enclosed courtyard filled with white lilies and soft fountains. Guards remained at a distance, silent shadows in the corners. Jade poured herself tea, not offering any to the others. “I knew Echo would betray me,” she began. “He believed himself smarter, faster. He was neither.” “And the girl?” Grace cut in. “Hope. What is she to you?” Jade’s lips twitched. “My gift. My fail-safe. My redemption.”

“I understand you sold your daughter to try and get rid of your mate. Thinking that she would leave you to go in search of her. Tell me who bought young Felan?” “Thank you for freeing me from those cells, but if I tell you what is in it for me?” Josiah said. Mack silently pleaded to the moon goddess to not allow him to say another word, when Josie walked in and nodded to Adelaide. “If you tell me what I know or I will have my wolves drag you back to the cells only this time you will not be alone down there.” She says motioning for someone to come to her with her hand.

When she noticed Deirdre, surprise flickered in her eyes. "Deirdre! Deirdre, you're here!" Josie exclaimed with excitement. "You know Brendan, he's so resourceful. He'll surely find the best doctor, right? Joseph's legs... We can still save Joseph's legs, can't we? He won't be disabled, right?"

"She has to be! Otherwise, why would Yasmin be driven to take her own life? She's so gentle, and she still got dragged through the mud!" "Don't say I'm reaching, but remember when Yasmin miscarried? What if it had something to do with this woman or even that kid?" "That's exactly what I was thinking. Josie's just a mistress. Even if she had his child, it'd still be illegitimate. Yasmin's different. Mr. Grant almost married her. She was about to become his wife, and her child would've been the rightful heir. Of course Josie panicked and decided to hurt her!"

And for the first time, Isabella truly understood what her father had been trying to protect her from. She wasn’t just a daughter anymore. She was part of the legacy—a dangerous one. And now, she had no choice but to face it. A Legacy of Lies Isabella’s pulse thundered in her ears as Jason pulled her through the dimly lit hallway, his grip firm but not rough. Every step felt like walking deeper into a world she had no control over—a world her father had fought to keep her away from. But now, she was in it. And there was no going back.

But, if he doesn't bring her, anyhow his Legacy will be shattered. Within a week Myra's visa got approved. She started packing. She was looking through her mom's wardrobe when she found the ring with a black stone. It was her favourite since her childhood. Her mother used to say that after her mom, she has the right to wear it. When she decided to move out from here for a few weeks, she decided to wear it. Under the ring, nicely a name was engraved.

At our engagement party, Michael walked on stage hand-in-hand with a pregnant woman. In front of all the high-society guests in the room, he called off our wedding. “Chloe is carrying my heir,” Michael declared. “I won’t let her suffer. You, you can stay as my side chick.” The crowd erupted into laughter. Michael’s friends cheered, passing cash around. “Told you!” one snickered. “That desperate loser won’t ever leave him. I won the bet!” “Everyone knows she’s a broke nobody. Without Michael, she’s nothing.” Michael handed me a black card with a smug smirk. “Be good, and I’ll still take care of you.” I looked at his arrogant face and almost laughed out loud. Yes, I gave up everyth

My grandfather was a thief. He stole my grandmother’s name and the opportunity that could have taken her out of the backwoods, then left with another woman by his side. One of them became a prominent law professor, standing at the front of lecture halls talking about fairness and justice. The other became a renowned fine artist, speaking in front of news cameras about art and integrity. Meanwhile, my grandmother was trapped in the backwoods her entire life, enduring pointed fingers and malicious insults everywhere she went. She died with her eyes wide open, refusing to rest in peace. Fifty years passed. I owed everything to the sacrifices of my grandmother and mother. Thanks to them, I