Romans & histoires Legacy Fanfiction

####### Author's Note: I have some stories already written on the platform that you can check out; 1. Moonchild; The Rise of the Lycans. 2. All shades of Passion (erotica) kindly read and them to your library. Love you all.

I wrote three letters, each addressed to Darius, Aeron, and Smith. “I still don’t see why the vampires are involved in this,” Janet said when I finished writing the third letter. “They had us convinced for years that they’ve been extinct. They’ve been deceiving us since time immemorial.” “Just send the letters, Janet,” I replied. I completely understood why she was frustrated about involving the vampires. But whether we liked it or not, they were one of us as children of the moon goddess. “I’ll create a portal and send the letters. I’ll also create a map to lead them to where they need to be gathered tomorrow,” she said. I gave her a nod and a look of appreciation.

"N-no, I mean yes, I..." Lucy had learned things from Cleopatra about keeping her foes off balance. "You were sucking his cock and playing with your tits. I look like a hooker and you act like one. You're a slut, Jan, aren't you? Yes, that's what you are, a slut. What are you?" "A sl... no, I'm not..." Lucy slapped her across the face; a light flick of her wrist, barely a slap, but Janine reeled back as though she had been hit with a baseball bat. "You're a slut, a whore. What are you?"

For himself. Mariana stiffened, and her heart sank. "What do you mean?"" Lucia smiled sadly. "Do you really think he's the same guy you used to know?" No, he's not. He is a man who is trying to keep everything in order and fight his demons. And you? "You're just a part of his legacy." Mariana stepped back and shook her head. "You are lying. Diego loves me. "He's been fighting for us."

I had spent years thinking I was a soldier for the Romano sisters because I was in love with Isabella and I believed her when she told me we were changing the world, but standing in this white-tiled box I could see that I was just a tool they used until the edges got too dull to cut anything useful. "You really think you’re going to walk out of here and start over, Elena, but the Legacy Council is already in the elevator shafts and they aren't coming here to negotiate a retirement package for you," I said as I took a slow step toward the side of the chamber where the primary venting gears were housed behind a reinforced glass panel.

I glanced at her and replied innocently, "That's because you never asked. Since you didn't, why should I say anything? After all, I've already handed over all the files. "Besides, there were clearly gaps in the code. Don't tell me you didn't notice? Anyway, I've got to head home now and binge-watch some shows in bed." With that, I turned and dashed off, completely ignoring Sandy's furious shrieks behind me. … At exactly 8:00 am, I clocked in right on time. Slumping into my office chair, I saw there were hardly any documents left on my desk. With no work to do for now, I picked up my phone and started playing ranked matches.

At our engagement party, Michael walked on stage hand-in-hand with a pregnant woman. In front of all the high-society guests in the room, he called off our wedding. “Chloe is carrying my heir,” Michael declared. “I won’t let her suffer. You, you can stay as my side chick.” The crowd erupted into laughter. Michael’s friends cheered, passing cash around. “Told you!” one snickered. “That desperate loser won’t ever leave him. I won the bet!” “Everyone knows she’s a broke nobody. Without Michael, she’s nothing.” Michael handed me a black card with a smug smirk. “Be good, and I’ll still take care of you.” I looked at his arrogant face and almost laughed out loud. Yes, I gave up everyth

I tell her with tears streaming down my face. “It's okay Vera. I am so sorry. But how could they throw us out of our own Coven. Our something great-grandmother founded the coven. That was our legacy.” She roared out. “Mia, we are our family's legacies. Do not worry we will have our revenge. As long as you are safe.” I said, placing a kiss on top of her head. “Can I please take my sister home now?” I asked Katya.

Gloria loved to debase her milk tasters with little acts of humiliation that mollified her basic role of submissive servant for pleasure. Lafitte was right on the edge. He could feel his spunk rising deep inside his immortal core. He knew he could never have children but the instinct to procreate was strong in his cock. His creation fang was vibrating with intense desire. He fought off the urge to bury his fang in the middle-aged woman's lustrous white skin and allowed his vampire juices to escape deep inside her tight clutching rectum.

You lie to yourself so much that sometimes it becomes hard for you to differentiate between the lies and the truth "Uncle, am I a stranger? Am I not your niece? How do you think Dad will feel if he was to see what is happening right now" " Happy! Grateful! That in spite of the consequences of his greed, I was still merciful enough to give his daughter a good future. He would be apologetic for having a prostitute like you for a daughter" " Uncle!" I shouted in disbelief, standing from where I was seated "Yes!..." He stood also "......I have heard so many stories of you sleeping with different types of men, even clients are not left out but I never knew that you have the guts to crawl into the