Legacy Novels & Stories

He didn't look at me, but I could feel the cold radiating from him. ​"I have a Legacy to maintain," he whispered, so low it was almost a threat. "That Legacy doesn't include ghost stories from an island that doesn't exist on my map. If you want to keep your job on the 12th floor, I suggest you stop listening to Mateo and start focusing on your deadlines."

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I feel more lubricant drip down my shaft and Mollie slowly sinking down causing me to buck my hips at how sensitive I felt. She slowly rides me and I moan against Jessie's slit. I try to lift my hips to get more friction, but my feet were tied. I whimper and Mollie starts riding me like lightning. My body trembles under them both and I feel my cum drip out of Mollie as she rides me into oblivion. I was finding it difficult to keep focus and Jessie climbs off me.

Ken made his way back to the cottage, grabbed Nicky by the leg and pulling her towards the dug grave. The reluctant corpse made it hard for him, getting stuck at different positions. She seemed heavier than usual and had gone darker, her injuries had gone black and stunk of dried blood. Ken gave a sigh and rolled her into the grave, tears formed in his eyes as he scattered the soil over her. He made the sign of the crucifix and pinned the shovel on the grave.

First, we needed to get her home and safe. “Since when has that Asshat ever been helpful or given us any information?” I asked exasperated. The Alpha of the Margam territory, Jeremy Lewis was enough of a Bell end that he actually introduced himself the people as Alpha Jezz. Jezz? What the hell kind of grown man wants to be called the nickname he was clearly given by his high school rugby team?

“I’ll help you, Ned. Don’t speak like this. I’m your sister.” “You’re Luther’s wife now,” he said with a hint of sarcasm. I instantly grabbed his hands. “Don’t say this.” “I see something in your eyes, which is not a good sign, Noelle. You can’t lo…” he stopped himself before he could speak anything wrong. “I’ll help you, Ned.” “Will you?” I nodded. “I promise.” “I need Luther’s Mac,” he said. “That Mac is very important to us. That’s the only way to get rid of him. He keeps his day-to-day information in it. Once I get it I’ll wipe out all of our information.”

"I mean, I'm sure Gran will help me figure it out." "Your grandmother is quite powerful and knowledgeable, Genesis, but I doubt she'd be able to help in this case." With my confused stare, he continued, his voice taking on a more serious tone. "Genesis, you were partially shifted the last time I saw you. I'm pretty sure your suddenly crazy power is because of the Oculus, a werewolf relic."

“Now, what the hell am I lookin’ at?” “A ledger containing current club financials, business contacts, and laundering sources.” “Jesus, Minus. There a specific reason such a hot item is currently in my home?” “I had to get it as far away from home as possible and I couldn’t think of a better place than here in your safe. I’m gonna talk to Zaius about posting a couple of patches here until all of this blows over, and I’m going to need you to get some more of the younger guys around here up to speed. I’ll need all the allies on my side I can get both in Savannah and Portland.”

Before I knew it, the timer had gone off, and Aunt Carla was demanding that everyone put their pens down. My dad and Uncle Avan were tied with twenty-three items. How they even thought of so many to begin with was beyond me. Aunt Carla made them read them aloud to make sure that each item was indeed for babies. My dad went first, and then Uncle Avan. When he got to the suppository, Dad told him that they weren’t used for just babies. Therefore, he’d lost. Uncle Avan argued that if that was the case, then diapers weren’t used for just babies either. I think he realized too late that he’d stuck his foot in his mouth because he ended up losing anyway. Aunt Carla made them both take diapers off

Lisa’s hands trembled as she sifted through the ancient texts in the folder. The weight of what Mia had uncovered pressed down on her like a physical force. The information before her was a tangled web of botanical knowledge, ancient rituals, and dark secrets. The *Sopor Veritas* was not just rare—it was an artifact of a bygone era, used in ceremonies that involved mind control, trances, and, in some cases, death.