Legacy Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Thank you from the bottom of my heart, Oh yeah, I forgot there are many other beautiful stories written by me, Mafia and billionaire - Destiny Rebirth and Love - Rebirth of love Fated mates and rejection - His unwanted mate, His unwanted human mate. Please try giving them a read as well and I am sure you will love them. With love, Author Sree.

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

Daniel finally enters the room, and Diana asks him about her gifts. “Oh! That? I forgot to get yours. I tend to forget things so easily these days,” Daniel lied, hurting Diana’s feelings. He has not bought her anything since he feels she doesn’t need them. Diana chokes on her tears at her father’s lies. He claims to forget to buy her gifts, but he bought gifts for Penelope. She feels dejected and disappointed. Was it too hard for him to buy her something even minor? “Okay, father, welcome home,” she greeted out of grievance and hurried up to her room.

To stay competitive, factions had to engage in conflicts to keep their immortal word vibrant and dynamic. Spectral Legacy, ranked seventh among the major factions, was frequently targeted by the others. Being the weakest, it often faced friction and conflicts from stronger rivals. Ragan, despite being raised by the Spectral Legacy, was quite perceptive. He recognized that the faction's situation was unsustainable. The faction's finances were strained, and the apprentices lacked motivation for their training.

The way she was tender with him hurt more than his rock hard fist connecting to my face had. She fucking cared about him. She fucking cared. “I’m fine.” Legacy raised his dark eyes to me. “The only reason you’re still breathing is because of her, remember that,” he hissed in my direction, his arm flung around her shoulders like he fucking owned her. Something in my chest snapped. “Fuck you, and fuck her as well,” I repeated my previous words and then added a few for good measure. “She wasn’t even a good lay, anyway.” ***

But she didn’t feel dangerous tonight. She felt…abandoned. And then—her phone buzzed. Unknown number. A text message. Just one line. “You’re not the only one who bleeds for legacy. —L” Her breath caught. Her lips parted. She reread it. Legacy. That word wasn’t just a crown. It was a curse. Helena didn’t sleep that night. The next morning, she walked into the corporate vault, where all classified family documents were stored. Her ID scanned. She walked past her father’s original contracts, her mother’s secret archives, and paused at the file labeled:

"Lots and lots of books." "Ah, you must have found the hidden p**n section of the library," Laz jokes as he sits down next to us. "One of the previous Legacies had a part-time job writing erotica. She didn't need the money, she just liked writing naughty things and knowing her words were making people orgasm around the world." My cheeks are burning. It is one thing talking about these things to Nyx, but sometimes I forget that there are seven other people at this table with us and that some of them might be listening in.

“You are so like your mother.” “You sound like you miss her.” I say after swallowing my huge mouthful. “I do. She was in many ways the perfect daughter.” “Not so perfect. She disobeyed you. She ran away.” I point out not caring how blunt I sound. He sighs. “Yes but that was because I drove her to it. I was much more ambitious in my younger years. I wanted to found a dynasty. If my mate could have produced Lycans then I would have bred an army’s worth.”

“What else is left to be done, Ranaji? Are you still blind? Did you understand that your daughter does not call you papa? Have you seen how cold she is? She doesn’t bother to tell you about her mother’s entire situation?” Rana could not utter a single word. It was true. This was the first time in his life, his wife talked back to him. His son stood up against him. His illegitimate or legitimate daughter gave a damn about him. What was happening around he did not understand. He was broken inside for Minerva because he loved her a lot. Along with that, there were other stories too which he never told anyone. But when everything seemed correct, suddenly a wind of mischief took over. His own blo

Drake turned to motion towards Angel, "My dear friend here is very hungry if you can give him something to eat, I will gladly get rid of any monsters you wish.” “We don’t have much but if you can kill those damn monsters we can certainly spare something.” They looked up to see an older version of the little girl holding a rifle. “Names Alexis Romanov and she’s my little sister, Akilina. Come in and we’ll talk.” Drake stood up, “That would be good.” He turns toward Angel again and holds out his hand. Angel walks ahead of Drake and they follow the girls into the Cabin.