Lovely Legacies Novels & Stories

Armies celebrating in the background. And I realized something beautiful. We'd won not by being stronger. Not by being smarter. Not by being more powerful. We'd won by being human. By choosing connection over isolation. By valuing love more than perfection. By accepting that chaos created beauty ORDER never could. That was the legacy. Not the battles. Not the victories. The choice. Every generation chooses love despite the cost. I placed both hands on my stomach. "Your legacy begins now, little one. Make it beautiful. Make it chaotic. Make it full of love."

A legacy. A beginning. The End.

But she didn’t feel dangerous tonight. She felt…abandoned. And then—her phone buzzed. Unknown number. A text message. Just one line. “You’re not the only one who bleeds for legacy. —L” Her breath caught. Her lips parted. She reread it. Legacy. That word wasn’t just a crown. It was a curse. Helena didn’t sleep that night. The next morning, she walked into the corporate vault, where all classified family documents were stored. Her ID scanned. She walked past her father’s original contracts, her mother’s secret archives, and paused at the file labeled:

She really did. "Stuff?" I said with a sarcastic smile and I sensed her blushing which made my lips curve up even more. "I mean, the important decorations and theme planning." She said trying to hide her heated up face. She truly was very adorable. "And, sir, Mrs. Lara has also given this pen drive. She said that it has the list of basic occasion sequence, which is followed in all the programmes and also our previous annual day's video." She said taking out a little pen drive from her pocket.

“I was human once but not anymore. Not after what they did. They told me it was for my country. That I could save millions of innocent lives; that would become threatened in the near distant future. That the world needed me; and I would become someone important. At the time, for me, it was a chance to belong somewhere. You see I was orphaned at a young age. I don’t really remember what happened to my birth parents at all. So that place was a chance to be loved for a change, and it was like a dream come true. I was an extremely unwanted child once I was orphaned, so it felt like heaven when they told me that. When I first got there everything was normal; everyone was nice to me. I h

Kalil Mak opened her gymnastics studio three weeks ago. She named it “Rockstar 101.” The picture beneath the sign in the window was her hand making a rock star symbol. She’d been out of gymnastics for over a year, but her name remained. She had parents who brought their kids from all over the state just to train with her. She turned many of them away, refusing to deal with any parents who reminded her of her mom. She had the mind of a business mogul, already planning to open a dance studio. She’d met up with the guy she danced with at Capers and scheduled the opening for next week. His name was Javier. He’d be the primary instructor for salsa while her and Jaida would teach other dance style

I hope not though, till everything is sorted out I will not let her leave my sight. We soon arrived at the new company, it was a publishing company I opened this year just before I defeated and invaded the Fortress Lack with some of my trusted men. The spoils gotten from the fottress pack which comprised of their investments, resources, and all their accumulated savings belonged to the Whitefang Pack now to do as I wanted. Including their Pack members, Dad had already taken some part of the spoils.