Legacy: A Novels & Stories

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This only made him get angry and beat her harder. “I don’t care if you die! I would not take anyone disrespecting me! You don’t do that to me!He kept blabbering like he was a god, insisting on being respected. He did not care if she died. Someone walks into the end and meets her being beaten by Quincy. It’s Andrew, Quincy’s beta who can only do nothing but watch Elena be beaten up. No one can stop Quincy from doing what he wants. It’s her parent’s fault for bringing her to such a man.

He doesn't seem ordinary. He smiled. “Let's just say I have my ways. I was able to track you down through the contact information you wrote on the piece of paper you left in the hotel room that night. When I went through everything, I saw your plans to take down your family and reclaim your mother's company. And I figured out you needed allies for your plans to work, as you can't do it on your own” I narrowed my eyes. “What do you want from me?” Julian leaned forward. “I want to help you, Lexi. I have the resources and connections to help you take down your enemies and get the revenge you deserve. But I need something from you in return,”

And apparently, something wanted. The Lycanites. Valerie had read about them in dusty old books. A different kind of predator. Wolves with ancient bloodlines—creatures that didn’t follow the rules. Creatures that couldn’t be killed by silver or tracked by scent. They were stronger, smarter, and more brutal. And they were coming. She looked back at the journal and noticed a folded paper tucked between the pages. A map. It showed the mansionand a hidden area beneath it. A sealed chamber.

The elder of legacy spoke. The Elder of Legacy is the second lady in the lair of leaders after the Viking wolf. She is the Luna of the supreme leader who eliminated 3 million enemies in the Great War of Sirens. She was also sympathetic compared to the rest of them, and that was why the board never made any aggressive decisions for fun. “I chose to be without a mate.” The Executioner murmured. “What did you say?” She giggled. “We have a case on our hands; no time for humor.” The supreme leader spoke.

Along with that was a check with a terrifyingly large figure, assets like yachts, antiques, calligraphy, paintings, real estate, and business dividends—altogether adding up to an astronomical sum. And it was presented mercilessly on the page. “One billion dollars!” I was stunned by the figure and quickly tried to reject it. "Trevor, I can't accept this!" I said firmly. Trevor shook his head. "This is your mom’s inheritance. My father kept it for her for many years. It should rightfully go to you," he insisted. I was left speechless. To be honest, if anyone else were in my shoes, they’d be excited by such a fortune.

“I was actually going to suggest we do this together. I want you to feel confident in your role here, Elena. This is your legacy.” The word “legacy” made my stomach churn. I’d spent most of my life working part-time jobs, struggling to make ends meet, and barely scraping by. This world of wealth and power was foreign to me, and no matter how much Adrian reassured me, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I didn’t belong. --- Later that day, I decided to take a break from the estate’s endless demands. I wanted to do something special for Adrian, to thank him for standing by me through everything.

The girl, who prided and found pleasure in coning sugar daddies with her late boyfriend. The fifteenth law of power…All great leaders since Moses have known that a feared enemy must be crushed completely, if one amber is left alight, no matter how dimly it smolders a fire will eventually break out. More is lost through stopping halfway than through total annihilation. The enemy will recover and will seek revenge. Crush him, not only in body but in spirit.

"The Legacy isn't built on truth; it’s built on the image of perfection. You came back from that island a hero, a survivor. But now?" ​The lawyer paused, his eyes shifting toward the door. He had seen my shadow. He looked at me, his gaze analytical and cold, then turned back to Luke with a final, devastating warning. ​"This is bad, Luke. You will lose the legacy if I am guessing it right." Luke’s head snapped up. "What is that supposed to mean?" "You know exactly what I mean, kid."

Everyone who still mattered in the underworld had come. And not one of them had been told what she was about to say. She didn’t pause. She didn’t ask permission. She simply spoke. "Legacy is a coffin." The room stilled. "Bloodlines have made us weak. Inbred. Predictable. Every war you’ve fought was born from your grandfather’s grudge. Every alliance you’ve honored was bought with your father’s guilt. You call it tradition. I call it stagnation." Murmurs. She stepped forward.