Legacies Lizzie Novels & Stories

Empty. A cold wave of embarrassment smacked me right in the face. Then anger crashed in behind it, even hotter than before. Me –Lizzie Midnight – the millionaire heiress, stranded on the side of the road because I didn’t have a drop of gas. And, of course, my accounts were frozen, every card maxed out, not a cent of cash anywhere. “This is Zella’s fault,” I hissed, kicking the inside of the door. “Nothing’s gone right since she showed up. She’s a curse. A bloody, miserable wench!”

Other girls bring dates to the valley’s summer formal; Fen brings her best friend, an orphaned raccoon, stuffed into a bow tie. She pretends not to care about legacy, but when Lizzy makes her scrub the porch, she scans every scratch in the blue paint and demands stories for each one: “Was this where you tripped Darrel? Did Derick ever actually fix anything? Were Dad’s pancakes as bad as the legends?” For each story, Lizzy offers one truth and a lie, daring Fen to spot the difference.

Lizzie was standing by the coffee table, grinning like a maniac and holding up one of the test sticks I’d tossed earlier. “What are you doing?” I asked, narrowing my eyes. “She tried to kill them,” Reese said without looking up. Lizzie whipped her head toward him. “Don’t make it sound psychotic! I was avenging your pain, Sav! These stupid things made you cry last time, remember?” I blinked. “So you… avenged me?” “Exactly! I executed these little traitors.” She raised the stick proudly. “Boiled them. But now, look—this one’s got two lines again. Even the water thinks it’s pregnant.”

Naturally, he didn't have the time to clean up after Julius, whom he'd indulged all his life. I also received word from the police that Lizzie had died in the hospital after resuscitation efforts failed. I glanced at Bianca, who was diligently at work, then at the stock prices that were rising day by day. My mood couldn't have been better.

“It’s not Lizzie’s birthday.” “It’s not?” I paused with the purple rose I was just figuring out where to place. Purple was Lizzie’s favorite. After thinking about what cake would suit them both for ages, I had decided to mix up the theme of the cake so that the top tier had a purple rose theme while the bottom one had a blue racecar theme. But now.. “I thought they were twins.” I wondered aloud. “They’re Irish twins. Lizzie’s birthday is in May.” He explained. It was mindblowing. I had assumed Lizzie was the older twin but it turned out, she was in fact months younger than Archie.

I let out and Tara shakes her head closing her eyes as my finger rests on the trigger ready to pull it. “I am going to kill you,” Lorenzo shouts and Jagger grabs the bat on my hand and slams it against Lorenzo’s fat belly and he screams in agony as I press the trigger and Tara falls on the floor, dead with a thud. “One down, two to go,” I say as I walk to Parisi, retrieving the bat from Jagger’s hand and slamming it against Lorenzo’s chest and legs.

“Everything doesn’t seem right,” Jasper muttered to himself. He was sitting on the floor of a small room in what had once been his home—a single room with no windows or furniture but for a bed and table that he'd found in the basement. The place smelled like mold and mildew, though it hadn't always. It smelled like life, until everything went wrong. He was cold and angry; the only happiness he could think of was that of Lyra’s.

I see his face pale. “What did you see Liz?” He asked not taking his eyes off the paper. “It started off the same as the last. With the war but it went faster after Robbie told me to run. I did. I don’t know how far I got before I someone came up behind me and put a cloth up to my face with something on it knocking me out. When I woke up, I was in a nicely decorated room. I had silver bracelets on to keep me from contacting anyone and possibly attacking people. A girl walked in telling me I needed to get ready because her Alpha wanted to have dinner with me. I got ready because I wanted to know what was going on. I got down stairs and the man in the picture was there. He called me his mate.

he mused and watched as the corners of her mouth twitched up just slightly as Briella and Matty made their way back into the suite, followed by Aliza and Adler. “Momma can we take the babies outside to play,” Aliza asked as she twirled around in her canary yellow dress and as Lila inhaled to answer, Azreal bent down to address his youngest daughter, “Lizzie sweetie, the boys are very young and they are vulnerable, it's not safe for them to be without me or your mother,” he explained and instead of his daughter smiling up at him the way she usually did, this time Aliza had large sad tears in her eyes and her bottom lip quivered as it popped out from its usual place on her face.

“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.”