Novel & Cerita Legacies Lizzie

He was handing me a sword and asking me to fight beside him. For some reason, fear gripped my soul. I wanted to walk away. I wanted to tell him to burn in the Legacy he wanted to resurrect. But I didn’t. Because part of me was still that girl who needed answers. Still that girl who hadn’t forgotten what he did at the party. Still that girl who had everything ripped away in one night- the betrayal, the lies, the kiss, the fire. Still that girl who watched her ex-boyfriend make out with another man and tried to drown her heartbreak in a drink she didn’t realize had been spiked.

Chapter 13 ADRIAN POINT OF VIEW My phone won't stop buzzing. Notifications pour in messages, calls, emails, alerts, a digital nightmare that started at 5:43 AM and shows no sign of stopping. I sit on the edge of my bed, dawn barely breaking outside, scrolling through the chaos with terror clawing up my throat. The headline blazes from my screen like fire: "LANCASTER LEGACY: DYNASTY BUILT ON DECEPTION?" Marcus Dane's byline beneath it feels like a death sentence.

"I've been watching you since yesterday, especially when you came out of the dinner with Madame Maria and Mr. Tomy. Is there a problem?" Belle swallowed, knowing that anyone had the right to conjecture with their way of thinking. Then she shook her head, the smile on her face becoming more friendly. "Nothing, Lucia. I wonder, if you were in my shoes, would you be surprised when your boss made an offer of marriage to his grandson?" "Ah. Of course, I am very surprised. I will definitely immediately contact my entire family to celebrate this, Belle." Lucia was very excited. "Yes, just like you, I was also surprised, but maybe at some point I felt denial. I kept asking myself, standing in front

"She should be dead by now." "Lizzie..." her mother tries to speak to her, but she continues. "She was the only daughter of Alpha Lauren, her blood carries the alpha legacy, she smells like an alpha, her aura is different," Lizzie points at her with anger and bloodshot eyes. "She had everything I wanted, even Jarl. I couldn't allow her to remain alive." One of the elders of the council writes something in his notebook, observing the scene without interfering. "Shut up already!" Lorena shouts in desperation. She fears that she might confess everything.

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

Letticia and I moved to the balcony to enjoy the night's scenery, while Lizzie went ahead to read a book. “Why is Lizzie such a loner?" I asked on impulse, regretting why I had put up such a question in the first place. “Let's leave Lizzie to her weird attitude, she will come off it sooner or later " Letticia said. “She's not a big girl like us! She enjoys her lone life of reading and singing whenever she's not in school" she continued. “She sings? Oh wow... That's good!" I commented. I burst out laughing at Elizabeth statement of we being big girls. ’Maybe my stay at the Fidell's won't be boring after all...'

Lizzie The drive home was a mix of emotions. I missed having Evan near me but I also knew we needed time to figure everything out. The guys were hopefully going to help me figure all of this out, I really didn’t even know where to begin. I pulled up in front of the apartment and something felt off. I could sense Shay walking around and on edge. What is it? What are you feeling? She was a mess, “I don’t know. I sense several wolves are near by.” Okay, we know that rogues live around here, do you think it is someone new moving in? “No these aren’t rogues. Lizzie behind you! I turned around and before I could even raise a hand or scream I was being tackled and shoved into a van. Something hard

Can you forgive me just once more? [Stop testing me, Beatrix. I promise I’ll marry you. Is that enough?]

he asked. Lizzie sighed as she narrated how her grandmother was best friends with Altha Brooksville - the famed first hybrid in their continent. And how she survived the painful transition of becoming a werewolf-vampire hybrid. "She performed a spell," Lizzie continued. "It was not in any of her grimoires. My grandfather erased every trace of her connection with the first hybrid. That's also the reason why my mother didn't want me to be friends with Aria or Cassie anymore. The reason why she never wanted me to tap my magic in the first place."

“Perfect! Alex will love it!” Lizzie blushes slightly at my statement and looks down. “Actually, Alex isn’t coming.” I could tell that she was a bit nervous. Lizzie’s 18th birthday had come and gone right after I had moved in with the family. Alex’s 18th birthday was months ago. Lizzie was aware that at any moment, either one of them could find their mate. I got the impression that she would be quite content to wake up one day and find that Alex was her mate. But the moon goddess had other ideas.