Legacies Lizzie Novels & Stories

Remember running away from the wedding is not the end of it, you still have so much to do if you really want to reclaim your Father's legacy, your legacy" " Hmmph" I breathed heavily into the phone, it was as if someone slapped me back to reality. I needed that "Stay with Mr McQueen and try to get him to marry you. He is the only chance you have, be brave. I mean it's even better now that he already knows everything and still helped, It means that even if he doesn't marry you he can still help out in some way, don't let yourself loose this opportunity" " You are right" " Good luck don't worry about me I will be here when you return"

They’d both been so innocent, so sure that love would see them through anything. And then tragedy had struck, destroying the fragile love they’d placed all their hopes on. Lizzie started to tremble then, although she didn’t know if it was from Trent’s kisses or from trying not to remember the past. If she let the memories overwhelm her, she would shut down. She’d shoved her grief so far down that sometimes she could believe it didn’t exist.

Those whose souls were dead. "Iris you don't give up. And... if.." the pain was inevitable as Lizzie struggled to speak but she had to. She was trying to convey a message "Tell my par...ents if ever you... meet ...them that I died.... A brave death, like a warrior.. r to save my fellow men.... Tell them I am sorry.... Next birth...." And she took her final breath as her head fell sideways and the pupils of her eyes turned upwards. "Lizzie No you cannot go." Stella yelled painfully. "NO Lizzie talk Talk. We have to run Lizzie... Lizzie,...'

The thirty-three years old man was a reliable asset to the nation if only other people could use the microscope, which the English Capitalists used. His name was Zitani Zulu, a pure breed of Eastern Province. The Capitalists spotted him on behalf of the old politicians who couldn’t be trusted to initiate any other person strategically after the deadly mistake of Dr. Chisi was silenced. The two camps decided to work closely and ensure full proof from intruders. The great grand son to Welensky tactically chose the lecturer while he was pursuing his masters at Leads. His loyalty, intelligence and weaknesses were tested and proved beyond doubts. The Englishmen invested heavily in him and kept hi

“She’s been missing since last night, Jake. She just… disappeared.” I shook my head, trying to process what he was saying. “That can’t be right. I saw her last night.” Luke’s expression darkened. “What?” “Yeah,” I said, trying to recall the details. “I was riding home late last night when I saw Suzan walking down her street. She looked perfectly fine—totally normal. I even called out to her, but she didn’t respond. She just kept walking.” Luke’s hands tightened around the flyers, his face growing even paler. “Jake… Why would Suzan be out so late? That’s way past her bedtime.”

“Nah. I’m going to let it stew for a while. So when the truth finally hits her… boom. Mind completely blown.” I watched her, chest swelling with a fierce wave of pride. This woman was something else. “She even gave me some lovely advice,” Lizzie continued, her tone turning dramatically sweet. “She told me to make good use of my vagina now while it still grips properly.” I stared at her, caught between amusement and disgust. “What the hell is wrong with Penny?” “Right?” Lizzie laughed. “What lovely advice to give to a younger woman.” But she wasn’t done. She tilted her head, pretending to consider it. “In some weird way though… I think it’s actually sound advice.”

A small smile touched my lips despite myself. “Still angry?” “Oh, absolutely,” she replied proudly. “He gave me a full speech about how you hurt his daddy’s feelings.” I closed my eyes briefly. Of course he did. “He also informed me,” Lizzie continued dramatically, “that no man is allowed near you unless he can fight dragons.” A tired laugh escaped my lips. “That sounds exactly like him.” “No,” she corrected. “That sounds exactly like Lucas.” That immediately ruined the tiny peace inside my chest again. Because she was right.

"They're doing it again." "Doing what?" "Being disgustingly adorable." I glance back just long enough to see Ryan pulling Lizzie a little closer while she explains something about class schedules. Tara groans. "Seriously. Get a life." Ryan doesn't even look up. "We have one." Lizzie instantly turns bright red. At lunch Lizzie finally tells us the rest. "I got accepted," she says quietly. "Accepted where?" Tara asks. Lizzie hesitates before answering. "The coven in the city."

I wish I have done this before with my children in the palace backyard. Lizzie just arrived an hour ago from the market. She bought us goods, toys for her nephew, and a lot of food to be consumed for the next few days. She said she went to a bookstore that she often visited whenever she was out in the city; she also borrowed a magazine of her favorite actors whose passion is music and entertainment. I am surprised by her revelation; she does not look like a girl with this hobby. So many sides to her, really! What makes me surprised even more was when she told me that there is an article in the magazine about a missing woman. It was a hot topic in the town but she didn’t look at it as she was

It was Lizzie's birthday, and she was dressed more elegantly than ever. Cyrus had personally gone to pick up Ezra, and after saying goodbye to him, Lizzie made her way to the women's side to greet her guests. However, before she even reached them, she overheard some unpleasant remarks. Yara had arrived at the flower wall before Lizzie. Ever since Rose had been revealed as the long-lost daughter of the Xanth family from Lerain Group and simultaneously inherited Young Group, Yara had been in a foul mood.