Novel & Cerita Legacy Fanfiction

Group elements with carefully chosen, controlled participants when the darkness demanded more. But at the core, it was always us. Love forged in lies. Extreme pleasure as our armor against the family curse. As I buried myself deep in her ass one stormy night, her milk leaking onto my hands, children safe down the hall, I knew the story would never truly end. More heirs. More betrayals. More fucking through the fire. Our legacy was lust, blood, and unbreakable sin.

"Okay, don't go back too soon. You could spend all of Grandpa's money there." "But—" He grumbled, knowing the phone session had been unilaterally ended by his grandfather. Lionel hit the steering wheel without caring about Belle's response. "Why does that man have so many wishes? How am I supposed to move on after this, huh?" ***

Long after Maxwell had turned the corner, the weight of his words stuck to me like a second skin. “Promise me you won’t get lost in all this.” I had promised. And we both knew it was a lie. I exhaled, fingers to my temples, the night stretching thick and suffocating. Through the cathedral’s ruins, the wind howled, whispering secrets I was not ready to hear. The Forgotten Clans had agreed to fight, but it had always been a shaky sort of loyalty. This war was inevitable and whether or not we were ready, and I was running out of time to see to it we were.

Lila and Levi were barely able to keep their hands away from each other and were continuously being all flirty with each other during the day over text and, at night, tangled in the sheets once again. "I think we should call off the contract," Levi suggested one evening as they cuddled in bed. "Oh, you think we should?" Lial turned in his hand so she could see his face. She pressed her lips against the side of his mouth, and she smiled into the kiss. "I think so," he said with a nod. "It might be hard, but I think we should both write our own stories and not the ones that our parents wrote for us." "So role play?" she asks, and he thinks about it for a while before nodding.

“You speak like you’ve forgotten what happened when he was younger. And that poor boy he nearly destroyed when the rage took him—” “I haven’t forgotten,” Raizen cut in. “That’s why he needs grounding. Now, not later.” “If this Luna he’s found submits to him,” Phoebe said, eyes glittering as she traced a nail along Raizen’s lapel, “then it’s checkmate. A Luna and an Elite Prime Enigma bond is potent.” “More than potent,” Raizen said. “It’s legacy.”

“Maybe I just like to get lost in a good story. Ever thought about that?” “I doubt your idea of a ‘good story’ involves anything that requires thinking,” she shot back, crossing her arms defiantly. He chuckled, leaning casually against the bookshelf. “You think you know me, don’t you? You’ve got me all figured out.” “I know exactly what you are—a distraction wrapped in leather and sarcasm,” she quipped, frustrated by his unshakable confidence. Damien raised an eyebrow, clearly entertained. “At least you’re not afraid to speak your mind. But if you want to survive Green Valley Academy, you might want to ease up on the sanctimonious vibe. These people can sniff out a preachy attitude a mile aw

I placed them neatly inside his drawer. The note read: *Have fun with my stepsister in poverty. This is for my babies, bastard. Don’t bother looking for me, we will never see each other again*. The next morning, I prepared myself quickly and left before they woke up. At the airport, I boarded the plane and gazed out of the window as the ground slowly faded beneath me. “Goodbye to pain… and fake love,” I whispered under my breath. Lucien was awakened by the persistent ringing of his phone.

“Power requires witness. Fertility requires sacrifice. And because I want them to see exactly who this perfect young body belongs to now.” He pressed two fingers harder against my clit, rubbing in tight circles until my legs trembled. I grabbed his suit jacket to stay upright. “You’re already dripping for it, aren’t you?” His voice dropped even lower. “My filthy little niece. Been touching yourself thinking about your uncle’s cock while your father was dying downstairs. Such a dirty girl.” A broken moan escaped me. I was so close again right there on the edge from nothing but his hand and his filthy words. Darius suddenly pulled his hand away. I nearly cried at the loss.

That caught his attention for sure. Sharon was one of the weird people too. She loved anything that had something to do with BL fanfiction. Liam had previously learned what that was from a conversation they had when Sharon was doing her daily life snooping. To say she was excited when she found out Liam was gay would be an understatement. She always exaggerates everything, but who was he to judge? “There’s this nightclub called Blood Bank. I heard there were vampires there. It's where kinky things go down.” Becky looked at Sharon questionly. “Yeah right, that's just a rumor.”

—I knew this was it. Our forever. THE END! Here is the list of my masterpieces; ~ The Mafia’s Plaything: His To Ruin. ~ Once His Nightmare, Now His Employee. ~ Bound By His Rules: MM Steamy Compilation. ~ The Omega’s Revenge Harem: A Dark MMMM Erotica Tale. (Available only on GOODNOVEL.)