Lovely Legacies Novels & Stories

I am excited that The Lost Luna is almost ready to be published in paperback form through A____n. There will be a completely new cover for the book, and each subsequent book will have it's own cover, although they will be similar and obviously a set. I have been working on a title for the series since it was originally supposed to be a one-off novel, but I am not good at sticking to plan. The series will be called Hidden Legacy.

I stare closer into the heart of the wolf world where the palace stood with Lucinda. All started when a young prince, his name Douglas, woke up. His girlfriend was still in bed sleeping peacefully, they didn't know a great evil was about to fall upon them. Prince Douglas was the only child of the first Luna of King Morris. His mother had died when he was eighteen, she was murdered by his father's mistress, Pandora.

It’s like he chose them on purpose, like he literally wants me to be creaming down my entire legs. I yank a pair on. It’s not like I have a choice. It comes with a matching bra. They all do. All beautiful, sexy, sensual sets. Items a girl would choose if she wanted to seduce someone, if she wanted to look her best, they’re all honeymoon worthy. Although I notice one set lurking that is anything but, it’s leather, with strappy bits and looks like it would be perfect for a BDSM session. I roll my eyes. Not a fucking chance, I think.

He thought. He stopped moving about all of a sudden and gazed at the divorce papers. He saw the letter that Tarcy had attached to it and reread it once more. [Dear Charles, Love is a beautiful thing. I grew up watching my late mother get all the love and attention any woman would wish for from my late father. My mother was a decent and exceptional woman who was married to a respectable school teacher. The decency of their marriage made me idolize it. Though I was just a child, I hoped that when I was of marrying age I would find someone to make me experience that.

Daniel finally enters the room, and Diana asks him about her gifts. “Oh! That? I forgot to get yours. I tend to forget things so easily these days,” Daniel lied, hurting Diana’s feelings. He has not bought her anything since he feels she doesn’t need them. Diana chokes on her tears at her father’s lies. He claims to forget to buy her gifts, but he bought gifts for Penelope. She feels dejected and disappointed. Was it too hard for him to buy her something even minor? “Okay, father, welcome home,” she greeted out of grievance and hurried up to her room.

“Just thinking how strange it feels to be… happy.” She rested her head on his back. “You earned it.” “I didn’t do it alone.” “No,” she whispered. “You never had to.” He turned, pulling her close. “You know, the media keeps calling this our legacy.” Eva smiled against his chest. “They’re wrong.” “Wrong?” She looked up at him. “Our legacy isn’t in headlines or foundations. It’s in that room down the hall.” Lucian followed her gaze toward Ari’s door, a warmth rising in his chest.

He leaned in, their foreheads touching, the wind tearing through their hair, carrying away the last ghosts of their war. “Together,” he echoed. And when they kissed, it wasn’t fire this time. It was foundation built not from vengeance or survival, but something rarer. Legacy. The kind that outlives blood and crowns.

The first, firm stone of a legacy constructed not on shipping routes, but on the unshakeable soil of love, of courage, and of a home, at last discovered. ----

Daddy traced gentle patterns on my belly, his touch both tender and possessive. “I’ve been thinking about expanding the island,” he said quietly. “Building more homes for when the children grow up and have families of their own. I want them to have this sanctuary forever. Just like we do.” I smiled, curling closer to him. “Our legacy,” I whispered. “Built on darkness… but filled with love.” He kissed me deeply, his hand never leaving my belly. “Our legacy,” he agreed. “Dark. Twisted. Beautiful. And completely ours.” As we drifted toward sleep, wrapped in each other’s arms with our children safe down the hall and our newest child growing between us, I realized the truth I had fought for so lo

She handed over the stack of signed charters. “This is more than diplomacy,” he said. “This is a living legacy.” She looked at the glowing spiral sky. “Then let it live wisely.” He gave her a solemn nod. “We will hold them to their words.” And with that, the glyph pulsed again, faint but steady, like the first beat of a drum signaling a new era.