Legacy Fanfiction Novels & Stories

He spat, moving his hand to grab my jaw, “The one that you have made based on stupid imaginary scenarios? How much will you overlook? How much will you forget? Can you wipe off these scars I have left on you or the memories behind them? Can you forget everything I put you through? Can you unseen the hatred I have for you in my heart?! Even if you say you can, it still wouldn't change a thing, Emily. It was never about you, it still isn't about you. I don't need a mate, nor have I ever needed one. So take my advice and stop wasting both of our time, the sooner you accept the truth, the easier it'd be for you to endure.”

I replied as Orel jerked in surprise. “They have twice as much as we do Themis, surely you cannot be right.” “Oh I am right, we have something that they don’t.” I winked at him. “And what is that?” Orel asked me with skeptism written all over his tone. “The most powerful legion of the last magic kingdom that survived the fall of that era and their queen.” I replied as Orel looked at me with a thoughtful look on his face before nodding. “Okay, let’s end this war.” Orel made to stand but I covered his hand with mine.

"You've always wondered why my so-called poor father managed to leave me that old villa, haven't you?" Wallace's pupils shrank. That had always eaten away at him. My real father, Will Hampton, had been a legend in business until his untimely death. Olivia stole everything he left behind and told everyone he'd been a broke scholar, while I was just a penniless kid from the countryside. Only that old villa was still in my name. She thought it was worthless. But later, when the land got marked for redevelopment, she regretted it deeply.

"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

He laughed out loudly. “I turned the whole pack against you fighting for your father's legacy. That's the reason I sent you to Fangspire.” He said, smirking his lips. “But that's not the only reason I kidnapped you. I wanted to let you go but not until you fell in love with him.” “And I know after you guys get married. You will definitely come back for your legacy.” His eyes were fully read, his every movement instilled fear into me. “Let me tell you a story from where I started to hate your existence.”

“The older ones have their own fan fiction.” “Fan… what?” I said. “Don’t worry about it,” she said quickly. Rowan grabbed the pages and flipped to the back. In uneven letters, a title sprawled across the top: LEGENDS OF THE KERSED LOONA. “The cursed Luna,” I corrected gently. “U, not O.” “I like it with the O,” Rowan said. “It sounds like ‘Loony.’” “Accurate,” Naomi muttered. I tapped the page. “What else does it say about me?” I asked, steeling myself.

Chapter 1 I'm lying on my couch, staring at the ceiling of my apartment. Today, I turned eighteen. I also learned that I've become Tim Frost's heir. If something happens to him, I'll inherit his entire fortune. I don't know how much he has, but I've heard that it's substantial. They also say that, in addition to his legitimate business, Tim influences certain criminal circles. I don't want his inheritance; I want Tim Frost himself. But he made it clear that nothing can happen between us. He said I must forget him.

**Chapter 139: Legacy** The golden afternoon light stretched long across the Kane estate, painting the manicured lawns in warm honey and amber. I sat on the wide terrace overlooking the lawn, a glass of chilled lemonade in my hand, watching the beautiful chaos unfold below. Laughter rose like music—high-pitched squeals from little voices, deeper chuckles from the older ones, and Lucian’s rich baritone cutting through it all like an anchor. This was legacy. Not the towering skyscrapers in downtown Miami or the billions in offshore accounts. Not the ruthless empire Lucian had once ruled with an iron fist. This—bare feet on grass, sticky hands from melting popsicles, and love so fierce it had s

“Including the darkest one. The non-con fantasy where I chase you… catch you… and force my cock into my own daughter-in-law while she begs her father-in-law to stop.” My thighs pressed together instinctively. My clit throbbed painfully at his words. That particular fantasy had always been my most shameful—the one I wrote at nineteen with trembling fingers and a soaked pussy, imagining Victor as my forbidden father-in-law taking me against my will. Victor’s piercing green eyes darkened as he read the raw need flickering across my flushed face.

Other girls bring dates to the valley’s summer formal; Fen brings her best friend, an orphaned raccoon, stuffed into a bow tie. She pretends not to care about legacy, but when Lizzy makes her scrub the porch, she scans every scratch in the blue paint and demands stories for each one: “Was this where you tripped Darrel? Did Derick ever actually fix anything? Were Dad’s pancakes as bad as the legends?” For each story, Lizzy offers one truth and a lie, daring Fen to spot the difference.