Poem Legacy Novels & Stories

"I wonder why his father was not proactive enough to think about the future; he should have put the company in his son's name, and now with him gone, any Tom, Dick, or Harry can swoop in and try to lay claim on what they do not own. His uncles and brothers must be doing their homework and trying to find a way to take it all from him." Lila was impressed; her mom caring about Levi was not on her bingo cards. Maybe she had always been too hard on her mom and she was not as terrible as she thought her to be. Maybe she was just hard on her to be a better person in society and Lila had taken all of it all wrong in the first place.

And I understand now what the earlier version of me couldn’t. Legacy isn’t what remains when you leave. It’s what no longer requires you to stay.

I stared at the words, then a third message appeared; this one was shorter than the others, only a single sentence. That means the legacy is finally real. I looked toward the dark window, toward the estate beyond it, and toward the future everyone was building together. For the first time, I realised they were no longer planning how to survive; they were planning what would exist long after they were gone.

His words spilled out, raw and heavy. Brian stepped closer, placing a steady hand on Andriel’s shoulder. “Just think about yourself for once, Andriel. You’ve lived your whole life for that legacy, for that promise. It’s time you lived for your own happiness. Whatever you decide, I’ve got your back.” Andriel’s eyes softened with gratitude, and he pulled his brother into a tight hug. As they stepped apart, a question lingered in Andriel’s heart: when it came down to love or legacy, which would he hold on to?

“Loyalty is a luxury we can’t afford. Not when legacy is at stake.” Their hands clenched into fists, and the palace, their home, stood trembling beneath the gathering storm. ---

I say. "I've created a community." "What's the difference?" "Legacy is about what you leave behind. Community is about what you build together." --- Winter is coming. The garden sleeps. Oak curls at Celeste's feet, his head on her knee. I write at the kitchen table. The rain drums against the windows. "I've been thinking about the shape of what remains," Celeste says. "What remains of what?" "Of us. Of our lives. Of everything we've built." "And?"

“What if there’s nothing left after that?” “There will be,” she said. Her fingers brushed my jaw. “There’s us. There’s them. That’s the legacy , not the ledger, not the estate, not the name on the building. It’s Micah and Zaya, safe and whole. It’s whatever we build when no one’s left to tear it down.” I caught her hand and kissed her wrist — right over the soft pulse that said she was real, that all of this was real. “You’re the only thing I’ve ever done right,” I said, the words barely more than a hush.

“Pouring it into walls for people who won’t remember your name a year from now.” “Maybe,” Alex conceded. “But maybe it’s not about being remembered. Maybe it’s about leaving something behind, even if no one knows it was yours. Isn’t that enough?” “No.” The word cut sharp, certain. “Legacy matters. Power matters. If you don’t build something with your name on it, someone else will take the credit, and you’ll be forgotten.” Alex tilted his head, watching her. “Is that why you work yourself until there’s nothing left? So you won’t be forgotten?”

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.

"And you, my dear Charlotte, are the very essence of my legacy. Our love has been the cornerstone of our family, the source of strength and inspiration. I am eternally grateful for the life we've shared." In that moment, as the moon bathed us in its gentle glow, we embraced the beauty of our legacy—the intangible, everlasting love that would forever bind our family together. Our story would continue to unfold, and the legacy we had cultivated would stand as a testament to the power of love, resilience, and the enduring impact of chosen family.