Legacies Memes Novels & Stories

We will have our own resources, manufacturing industries and a strong military force that would be able to cause the world to catch a cold. ’Forty-Eight months is all we have, we don’t have the luxury of time, changing people’s mindset is never an easy task. Actually, it’s changing the entire system that we have lived with since 1964.’ Mama Mankasa reminded the assembly while sipping a cup of Munkoyo.

"Ridiculous to you, huh?" Lionel nodded. "Yes, it is ridiculous." "Can't you see the future? Are you going to keep living like this forever? You think I live forever, huh?" "No, Grandpa. What I mean is that your grandson will get married, but some other time, and not to someone I don't know or even my grandfather's nanny here." "Someone, you know? Who?" William's gaze was quite clearly dismissive of the grandson. "So far, haven't you just been cheated and kept repeating the same mistakes? Those women want your money, don't they? Do you have one of them to introduce to me?"

Isla asked, tilting her head. He nodded. “There are stories of the Elders encoding messages within messages. To understand it fully, you’d need both the context of the prophecy and... well, something else.” “Something like this,” Isla murmured, pulling the pendant from her pocket. It gleamed in the firelight, the intricate symbols on its surface catching Luca’s attention immediately. “You’ve had that this whole time?” he asked, his tone a mix of surprise and reproach. “I didn’t think it was connected until now,” she admitted. “It was my father’s.”

“We’ll move this pack to the modern times. I want people to be here.” Lucas looked at Sebastian with tears welling in his eyes. That damned mate bond making him adoring Sebastian. He glanced over at Adam and saw him fighting the same feelings. “So, this mate bond. Is there something we can do about it?”, Lucas asked in general. Adam shook his head. “Several have tried, but it is still like the stories we grew up with. It’s just mixed up nowadays. Many have been in shock, they grew up believing that they liked women and then their mate turned out to be a man.”, Adam shared, opening a new bottle of beer.

Marcus Blackwood's sinister smile etched itself into her mind. Emilia's breath quickened as she recalled her escape, finding solace with old Mr. Winston. His kind face and gentle words contrasted with the cruelty of his family. She remembered his tragic passing, and the shock of being named his successor. The memories kept coming – her graduation, the fatal accident, and the subsequent memory loss. Her marriage to Lucas, his family's mistreatment, and the second accident that restored her memories. As the recollections ceased, Emilia's expression transformed. A calculating smile spread across her face, but her eyes remained icy, devoid of warmth. The sparkle in her gaze was now a frozen flam

You aren’t just a coward if you think that way; you’re also a fool* *Understand this, there will never be the right time for anyone. You may not understand what it takes to be a Legacy since you don’t understand the struggles of such a position, but no Legacy is entitled to such a thought. I am starting to think that it was an error that you were given this position without passing through any Labours*

She heard her mother’s voice—Luna Elara’s steady, haunting echo from years ago: "Do you think I loved bearing heirs into a lycan court and Alpha counsils that wanted to see them as crowns assests and not children?" Gods, how that stung now. Nyma and Kael had never been just kids. They’d been legacies, threats, calculated assets in every alliance ever drafted by ink or blood. Their breaths were measured. Their futures plotted. Their scars expected. And yet, she remembered—because she couldn’t forget—the lullabies hummed when fever wracked her body. The strong arms holding her after her first shift left her howling and frightened and foreign in her own skin.

"As long as Ranvijay Singh Sekhawat is alive, no one else can marry my daughter. You tell me, what should I worry about?" "Your Legacy? If you think marrying off your daughter to Sekhawat will save your Legacy then you are wrong. Remember, the day Takht will be mine, I won't think twice before destroying every living being of Legacy. You still have the time. Called off the marriage." "I won't. If you are so brave, fight for it. We are Rajput. We are bound by our promises." "Promises and you? Who was once ready to betray his own gang, is now talking about promises." The person over the phone laughed before dropping the call.

People replied and my own words poured before I could stop myself: “That legacies die when they stop listening to new voices. Even empires collapse when they ignore change.” People murmured. I caught a few curious glances. “Miss Carter, young people don’t understand legacy,” another executive said. I tilted my head. “Maybe. But we understand expressions. Legacies are self-expressions. Everyone wants that.” “Older generations forget what it’s like to fight to be heard and seen.” I added. The group paused. From behind me, Graham’s thumb brushed a slow circle through the lace of my dress back. Burning against my spine. Nothing anyone could see.

“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.”