Ryan Clarke Legacies Novels & Stories

His mouth twisted as he sucked in the bitterness of the words. "Anyway that's the past, isn't it?" he asked sharply, putting down his whiskey glass with a loud, deliberate clink. "What do you want, Riven?" Mr. White spoke, trying to give no emotion away but failing miserably. "That's what I love about you, Mr. White," Riven replied, amused. "You're the kind of man who does not waste time you get straight to the point. Well, Mr. White, no matter how much we try to forget the past, it is always there. Yes, I can't change it, but at the same time I can't ignore what you did to my entire family, Mr. White." His voice tightened. "No, I cannot."

It was the heavy, hollow ache of a life that had been shattered and ground into dust before I even learned how to spell my own name. "Hold on just a little longer, my sweet girl," Mrs. Thompson whispered. Her voice was thin, cracked like dry clay, but her arm wrapped around my small shoulders was an iron band. She wasn't my mother, though my memories of the soft, perfumed woman who used to sing me to sleep were already blurring into a tragic haze. My real mother, Clara Coker, was dead. So was my father, Julian. Their car had gone over the cliff on the mountain pass three nights ago. The news called it a tragic accident. But I remembered the muffled, frantic phone calls in the middle of the n

I watched intently as he puffed out the smoke into the air "......You may not know this but your uncle has been involved in some shady business of late" " I suspected that with his involvement with Gustavo but he hides it well. I will not sit back and let him ruin my father's legacy with his greed" he smiled making him to look more dangerous yet handsome "I like a woman who is determined. His involvement has hindered further corporations between the two company, projects that will yield large profit and technological support had to be stopped. I won't watch my company get affiliated with nothing but the best. But....... I believe Rich Corp still has a lot to offer." He stopped for a while an

There's just this—two people who love each other, who've walked through fire together and come out stronger. When we finally pull apart, Adrian starts the car again. As we drive through the darkness toward home, I think about the future. About Maya and the other students I'll train. About three thousand people will receive treatment through the program. About the techniques and frameworks that will outlive me, helping people I'll never meet. That's legacy. Not individual heroism, but building systems that continue the work long after you're gone. Ravensbrook's legacy was predation and suffering.

Andrew inquired, taking a few strides toward them. “I can see you’re in support of her running away from me, right?” Quincy proclaimed, giving Andrew a stern look. “I just feel you’re taking things too far,” he answered. He was trying his very best to confuse Quincy to let Elena go. He couldn’t believe why Quincy was so ruthless and heartless. Ever since he had found his mate, Elena, he had always made life a living hell for her. He had never for once given any breathing space for the poor lady and Andrew had grown a lot of hatred for him. He had fallen for Elena at Quincy’s back and Elena had also done the same. However, there was nothing they could do. Most times, he thought of getting rid

In Cynthia’s memory, there was not much information about the Clarke family of Arcadia Island, but she knew that it was an ultra-family that could not be replaced by any person or organization in the world. Back then, the Larson family was only ranked second after the Clarke family of Arcadia Island. However, because of that incident that must never be mentioned, the Larson family quickly declined. Moreover, since that incident, the Clarke family on Arcadia Island had become taboo for the Larson family. “Mm.” Philip nodded and said, “The Clarke family of Arcadia Island. I’m the heir to this family. My father’s name is Roger Clarke and my mother’s name is Charlotte Larson.”

He lifted his head and lets out deep breath and said," Son,I want you to become my next in line, take over my legacy " Taking over dad's legacy, involves so much than physical beings Dad might be Dracula but he's kinda fetish... "Dad,i already have my pack, remember.... I am not just a vampire but a werewolf?"... I declared openly and hoped he'd understand... He took back his eyes and walked to the photograph of mom I left hung on the wall "Wow, I cannot believe that our son would be this selfish,". He pressed his hands on mom's photograph and was talking to her picture..