Legacy Novels & Stories

Frowning deeply I clenched my jaw tight, was he making fun of me right now, what was so funny about what I had said? “If not kill me then what!?” I said instantly annoyed with him. Looking up at me he sighed as another sheepishly looking smile spread across his face, “You’re virginity is the fascination Laya, I think if I mate you it might remove the fascination,” “Mate me... what does that mean?” Nodding he smirked as he looked at me expectantly. “Laya you're a hybrid, do you not understand how things work?” Swallowing hard I looked down. "Besides being a freak, a virus, something that shouldn’t exist. What else is there to undertand?”

Came his robotic voice which was more blank and stern than his usual tone. "My Mistress, I am your personal AI butler. I'm designed like this," he referred to himself, "in a shape of a smartphone, so that people don't freak out after seeing me. I can work at any place, any time which has signal networking and my battery doesn't die. I can give you lots of tips and pieces of advice in surviving a tough-bad situation when you want to torture someone with the ancient thousand ways torture technique or when you want to sleep with someone," Zaria coughed softly. Surely, she would not use Marcus for those purposes.

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.

OFFICE AFFAIR WITH MY MARRIED BOSS PT 7 The conference room lights were still on at eight-forty, bright and unforgiving against the darkening windows. Whiteboards along the walls carried the day’s strategy notes in Dominic’s precise handwriting—timelines, risk flags, arrows pointing to next-quarter targets. Two open laptops glowed on the long table beside a half-empty water bottle and a scatter of printed slides. The rest of the floor had gone quiet an hour earlier; only the low hum of the building’s air system and the occasional distant elevator chime remained.

𝓘𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝔀𝓱𝔂 𝓘’𝓿𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓲𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓼𝓸 𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓰… Then it shows typing and another line of message appears. 𝓒𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓶𝔂 𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓽𝓸𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓻𝓸𝔀 𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽. -𝓩𝔂𝓸𝓷 𝓩𝓪𝓿𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓲

She had tried all the buttons when Garret had followed Celesta out of the car but they didn't work. There'd been heated words between the two of them. Les had cried and stomped her foot so hard on the ground, her expensive shoes had lost a heel. She picked up the heel and threw it as hard as she could. "You'll regret this, Garret! You wait, you'll see! Then I'll laugh at you and turn my back on you!!"

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The coffee in my mug lost all its heat. The warm, sunlit kitchen hardened into a diorama of a life we’d just been living, now under glass and observation. Keila, sensing the shift in atmospheric pressure, looked between us, her shoelace forgotten. “What’s a legacy system?” she asked. “A problem from a previous version,” Luther said, his voice deliberately even. He placed the tablet face down on the counter. “One we will solve. Finish your breakfast, Keila. Optimal day requires optimal fuel.”

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It wanted the baseline index registry name that authorized the creation of the LI-17 designation within the original network system. I looked back down at the index sheet. The words LEGACY INTERFACE / PRIVATE RECORD weren't a casual description written for my eyes. They were the formal system headers of the source record. I leaned over the heavy plastic casing of the mechanical keyboard, my posture turning rigid. My fingers pressed down on the ancient switches with a sharp, hollow clack that shattered the absolute silence of the vault room. I typed out two words: LEGACY INTERFACE I hit the heavy Return key. The terminal's intern