Legacy Novels & Stories

The boy chewed his mouth, moving a little closer to Daisy. One of his feet kicked out of the blanket, put on Daisy's hips, and continued to sleep. The man held Daisy’s backpack sitting on a chair. Open the backpack, take the phone in his hand. “An antique phone? This type of phone was manufactured about ten years ago. How did she use it? It still looks quite new, even though it doesn't use cases, tempered glass, scratch-resistant, colorful like young people. Just press the power button. The phone interface immediately appears. Image of a fat lazy cat, stretching out to bask in the sun.

She quickly pushed Jerry aside who looked disappointed, he scoffed sadly folding his hands. Erica bent over slowly since her baby bump was larger now. Their was a pile of human skeletons, she saw a little light beeping from them. She reached in between the skeletons shutting her eyes and grabbing what was there. She stood up moving away quickly from the skeletons. It was a phone. Her eyes lit up at once. "A phone..." she said in excitement. Jerry's eyes widened "a phone? How?" Erica ignored him and tried dailing Jerry's number but it wouldn't connect, the phone battery was very low.

But, if he doesn't bring her, anyhow his Legacy will be shattered. Within a week Myra's visa got approved. She started packing. She was looking through her mom's wardrobe when she found the ring with a black stone. It was her favourite since her childhood. Her mother used to say that after her mom, she has the right to wear it. When she decided to move out from here for a few weeks, she decided to wear it. Under the ring, nicely a name was engraved.

She asked almost screaming. " If it wasn't for your friend here" Jaden said pointing at me " That wakes people up by fighting them, I would be in a much happier mood" " Oh come on! what is in the past is in the past let's enjoy our last day "Ailee said putting a strand of her hair behind her ear. " How do you manage to be this energetic early in the morning? " Jaden asked. " Drinking milkshake of determination and eat the bread of perseverance you'll be just as energetic" l laughed.

Nodding Dax smirked, “They are vermin Groban, nothing more,” Narrowing his eyes Groban nodded once, “Well I like keeping that which is mine clean, fed and with me at all times. Do you have a problem with that?” Shrugging Dax stepped back widening his eyes before turning to walk away.

It's just some random number. *Hello, sweetie!* It says. Probably some drunk slut who hit the wrong number. As I want to delete this I get another text. *It's me, Monika. Don't dare to ignore me!* She texted. How the hell did she get my switzgerman number? ... (to be continued)

His eyes darted toward me in panic. Alisa, however, scoffed and typed again. [What are you so scared of? Your wife’s blind. What’s she gonna see?] His breath hitched. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he struggled to keep calm. Then, like a man who’d just given up, he let out a deep sigh. “Babe, can you hand me the box of cigarettes on the nightstand?” That cigarette box he mentioned was clearly labeled: Durex Ultra-Thin—Bare Feel.

Veronica said cupping Liam's face in her hands. “ I'm sorry I didn't hear you before.... I'm just lost ” “ You know you can hear share your thoughts with me ” Liam's held Veronica's hand against his face and stared into her eyes. He knew she was never going to let him go until he tell her what's bothering him. He sighed “ you know my father is dead and I'm the heir to the throne. It's my responsibility to take over the throne as the first prince but I'm not ready for it now ” Liam said.

I shrug. “Okay, I like her.” she points to me and looks at Rhea. “I’m Veronica by the way. Veronica Ryan. Grade B.” “Grade?” I raise a brow, confused. “A Grade basically tells how dangerous a person is. And before you ask, the difference between A’s and B’s is that A’s have committed murder.” “But mine is asterisked?” “It’s never been given before but I’m guessing it means numerous counts of murder.” Yeah. That makes sense.

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