Legacies Memes Novels & Stories

// A/N: *mes pattes* is cajun slang for " my paws, or feet" BIG ANNOUNCMENT! Legacy is now available on multiple platforms, I will leave details on my Facebook page @facebook.com/danger.beanz.3 Happy Reading <3

“You miss me as much as I miss you ?” "No, Not at all ! I miss my youth ! I'm crying because I'm reminded of the pain I felt in losing you, in losing us and I regret the time I lost in romanticizing the past with you in it. Where does history go when the relationship ends ? Is there a storage locker in the unconscious that keeps the memories until you meet up years later at a restaurant in the middle of nowhere ?" Isabelle asked. “It was real,” Calvin remarked. “Yeah ! It was real,” Isabelle concurred.

The mind-link hummed, sharing heartbeats: thump-thump, thump-thump, a rhythmic echo of forgiveness. The pack's laughter echoed from the fire, Mara toasting with Jasper, their chemistry sparking in shared glances, the clearing alive with mingling—stories flowing, howls rising, emotions weaving joy amid healing, drawing them toward the legacy's dawn.

She just needed to get through this and then life would go on as normal. “I am also lycan,” she whispered out. “You all knew my father – Russell Heron. He was a great blacksmith.” There is murmuring of agreement. Most the Lycans constantly got their armory repaired by him. “And all of you I suspect are familiar with the Archer Legacy. The legendary Archer bloodline that was chosen has to slay the vampiress--”

"You destroyed so many lives." "Yes." "And now?" "Now, I have nothing but this." She gestures to the walls, the neon light, the table. "Silence. The real kind. The one you don't choose." A long breath escapes her lips. "I know your father spoke. That he said what he should have said twenty years ago. Maybe it's good. Maybe it's the only legacy I leave you: that of broken silence." I nod. "It's not a legacy. It's a scar."

One of the ladies asked with a puzzled look on her face and they all agreed with her. "Damn what do I tell them now, I cannot possibly say 'Hey, I am a close associate of your C.E.O and we live in the same house rather, he houses me in his mansion because I am a helpless memory loss victim. How would that sound to their ears when they hear it, they'll all probably misunderstand the situation and call me a begger and gold digger. Damn! What do I do.

She fell on the floor crying hard and silently. Even if she fell in front of her parents, they’ll just walk away. Or they’ll beat her up until she gets up. She wonders why they haven’t just sent her away if they hate her this much. She wonders if she was adopted. Her heart aches badly. She wants to strangle something or someone. If she had her way, she would kill that useless colleague of hers. Again, she’s just dreaming, it probably won’t happen. THE BLUE MOON PACK

The room went silent as she began to speak. "Legacy is not just about wealth," Prudence began, her voice carrying a magnetic authority. "It is about the truth of our origins. In my work as a Legacy Architect, I have found that the greatest threats to a family’s future are not external enemies, but the secrets hidden within their own history. A misplaced document, a forgotten heir, a fractured succession... these are the cracks that can bring down even the mightiest empires."

For himself. Mariana stiffened, and her heart sank. "What do you mean?"" Lucia smiled sadly. "Do you really think he's the same guy you used to know?" No, he's not. He is a man who is trying to keep everything in order and fight his demons. And you? "You're just a part of his legacy." Mariana stepped back and shook her head. "You are lying. Diego loves me. "He's been fighting for us."

"That's really interesting then. The 'heir' that Martin longed for so much that he was willing to kill his fiancee turns out to be… mixed-race?" "I didn't do it!" Lilian had a complete emotional breakdown at that. She grabbed a pillow from the bed and threw it at me. "So what if the child is different than usual? That's still top-tier genetics! It's a hundred times better than a woman like you who can't have children!" Her words silenced the entire room. Martin's parents stood frozen in place as if struck by lightning. Top-tier genetics? That phrase felt so familiar. Suddenly, I recalled something. That once-in-a-century, top-tier genetics from the Almoran tribal chief that was worth 200 mil