Legacy At Riverdale นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"During the warehousing process, I checked the handover records. They had both your signatures on them. You weren't just the liaisons but the escorts for the entire journey. "From Almora all the way to the company freezer, you two were the only ones who had contact with that chief." Mr. Clay seemed to realize something too at that moment. He pointed a trembling finger at Lilian. "You… You… Shameless…" Lilian panicked. She struggled to sit up from the hospital bed and explained incoherently, "No! It's not what you think! I just… I just thought that chief was amazing! Everyone said his genetics were once-in-a-century! I… I wanted a bit of that too…

"We’ll figure it out together. Whatever happens, you’re not alone." Elena closed her eyes, leaning into him, grateful for his presence. This was just the beginning. The journey her father had left for her to uncover wasn’t over, and with Adrian by her side, she was ready to face whatever truth lay ahead. The legacy was hers to claim, but it was a legacy built on more than just money and power. It was a legacy of secrets, and she was ready to unlock every one of them.As they approached the secluded estate, Elena’s pulse quickened, a sense of foreboding hanging in the air. The property was far more isolated than any of the places they had investigated before. It was as if the world had forgott

“Or can it?” Claud and his family were living in Riverdale, Bronx, New York in the United States. Looking for a new beginning, they decided to leave England. Mrs. Tara Wolf, Claud’s mother tried to convince them to stay but as she couldn’t, she just assisted them in relocating and securing jobs so they could lead a normal life with their children. Damien and Clary were students of Riverdale country school. They were enrolled there so that they’ll not be too far away from home. Despite leaving all the supernatural things behind, there was still traces of paranoia left in the minds of Claud and Lupa.

All of them did not seem to have good intentions. They were not “good people”. They enjoyed watching a show, and they were not afraid of causing a stir. They could not wait for them to start fighting. River was the person in charge of his club, and he was feeling incredibly embarrassed now. He whispered, “Levant, we’re old friends. You don’t have to do this to me, right?” Old friends? Levant chuckled and said, “Why don’t I remember having an old friend like you? Try to think about it. If I were the loser today, would you still spare me?”

But the storm wasn’t over. His father-in-law “Harold Hayes" a man whose fortune had bought him arrogance as thick as his waistline, leaned back in his chair. He swirled his wine lazily, the red liquid catching the chandelier light like blood. His voice was calm, but his disdain was sharper than a blade.

We left the car and made that small trek through the woods that led straight to the lake, the booming sound of music growing louder and louder with each step we took. There were so many people from our school, some I knew and other that I didn't as I casually looked around, noticing some of them dancing whilst others drank from their red cups and mingled around, chatting or having fun playing silly drinking games. I didn't know why but I simply couldn't stop myself from secretly looking around for him through the sea of people from time to time, barely even registering the moment my sis and Kayla suddenly disappeared from our sides, leaving Jess and I standing there alone like easy prey.

She wouldn't be able to leave me then, and I would take care of her, ensuring that this time, she wouldn't lose any kid if it ended up being more than one. I couldn't think. I turned off the shower and wrapped a towel around my waist, stepping out of the bathroom and reaching for my phone. My security was busy trying to curtail the vengeful actions that Katya had taken. And true to her words, I had been receiving debit alerts, credited to various organizations. A smirk tugged at the sides of my lips, and with my wet hair dripping and rippling down my temples in beads, I dialed a number. ***

She spoke in a small voice. “Hello, Gene.” I flashed her a welcoming smile. “Mommy? Can I have my toy duck back?” Legacy pulled on my sweater gently. I peeled my eyes off Gene and handed the toy back to Legacy as I smiled warmly. “Here’s your little, duckie. Now, you run off to little Lara so you two can play.” He did exactly as I told him and left me with Gene.

“Fine. Just tell Lucienne we’re coming. Tell her to hold on.” “I will,” Michaela whispered before the line went dead. I turned to Cole, who was already watching me expectantly. “Charleston. Near the docks. Jeremy, focus on that city’s cameras. We’ve got a lead.” Jeremy nodded, his fingers flying over the keyboard. “On it.” Cole mind-linked the trackers immediately. “Charleston docks. Spread out and stay alert. We’re closing in.” Jeremy’s voice cut through the tension. “Good news: her phone’s still on.”

The furniture was draped in large sheets of dusty cloth. Dad followed me, tucking the keys into his pocket. "The Reinhardts and the Stanwoods always had a close relationship. Our two families often mixed; one of the last marriages before the war was my aunt and uncle's. I came back with my Mom and uncle after Aunt Emily was killed, to help pack the house. Since she was one of the last..." His voice trailed off as he turned to inspect the fireplace mantel, and I kept moving through the room, not wanting to push. Poe launched from my shoulder, flying back to the foyer to land on the banister.