Scream: Legacy Novels & Stories

ALEXA Every glance… Every touch… Every laughter… His smile… His face… His smell… The wetness of my pussy every single time How I wish he would just bend me over, and let me scream his name Was that too much to ask? The way my feelings for him looked like nothing but forbidden love, incest between a brother and a sister

She screamed and struggled like a mad dog, trying to fight back one last time. But no one believed her. "Framed? Olivia, when you planned that accident and killed my parents, did you ever think this day would come?" Abby said. "When you stole my father's inheritance and threw me out like trash, did you ever think this day would come?" This time, I was the one who spoke. I stepped out from behind Abby and walked slowly toward her. "You treated me as if I were worthless and treasured a housekeeper's son instead. You spent your whole life climbing over others, stepping on their bones just to reach the top. But in the end, what did you really get?"

White's hand twitched. The air thickened. Riven raised his glass slowly, his blue eyes never leaving his rival's face. "To legacy," he said coldly, "and to the empire that survives all." Crystal glasses clinked, though most of them trembled in their holders. Applause followed slow, cautious, filled with envy and dread rather than joy. Riven descended the stage, each step echoing across the marble like a warning. But as he passed through the crowd, his anger simmered not for his enemies, not for Mr. White.

“Secondary override detected. Agent Rachel Chen attempting remote access.” Chen’s voice echoed through speakers cold, victorious: “The legacy is mine, cousin. Surrender or I trigger the purge from here.” The countdown reset: Twelve hours. Dante and Rocco rose guns ready. I looked at the scanner still glowing. One choice left. Claim it all. Or let it burn. The triad stood united. But the door rattled Chen’s team breaching. Time was gone.

I found I couldn't move my legs. "Don't worry, Elara," the Liquidator said. "I’m here to 'Negotiate.' The Collective understands your... sentimental attachment to this 'Hardware.'" He opened the briefcase. Inside was a single, glowing blue pill. "This is the **'Legacy-Patch,'**" he explained. "If you take it, your consciousness will be 'Uploaded' to a perfect recreation of 1998. You’ll have your parents. You’ll have Sarah. You’ll live forever in a loop of perfect, sun-drenched happiness."

I pull my phone out of my pocket, reading over a few emails when I hear Daphne giggle. The crowd of people that were talking walked away I could hear the tail end of their muffled conversation. “Yeah, I’d say he’s one hundred percent the decadent, gooey, gooey double fudge sundae but honestly he’s kind of a total a—” A group of kids scream so I miss the last part of what she’s saying. I lean against the curtain, trying to hear the rest of the conversation but a second later she opens the side of the booth and pops back in.

Only exhaustion. Victor did not react to the sarcasm. Instead, he asked calmly: “Do you have a scar on your right arm, Mr. Cross?” Ethan’s expression changed instantly. His steps stopped. Slowly, he pulled up his sleeve. The scar was there. Three inches long. Faint, pale, and permanent. Just above his elbow. He had carried it his entire life without knowing its origin. “…How do you know that?” Ethan asked quietly. “That scar was recorded in the Cross family records,” Victor replied. “twenty years ago.”

“That’s impossible.” The screen flickered. Then displayed a single sentence: You saved the children. Another line appeared. But can you save the future? Adrian’s voice hardened. “Trace it!” “I’m trying!” Lucas’s fingers flew across the console. “Signal is piggybacking quantum noise. There’s no fixed source!” The screen went black. Then one final message surfaced: Legacy is not a person. It is an idea. Elena stared at the words, heartbeat steady. “Victor,” Adrian muttered.

The other threatened. "Arrrgh!" Eva exclaimed puzzled. She must be shocked and afraid that this would come true. I made a signal to her not to be afraid. The two hybrids left were done with within a twinkle of an eye and we remembered no such incident. It was history now and history is best kept as history.

This was the moment we had been waiting for the chance to finally take down Kree, the blood witch, and her rogues. We waited for what seemed like hours, but it was less than one before we could detect the rancid smell of rogues. We couldn't hear them as they were sneaking through the forest before us, but we could definitely smell them. I had been told that the putrid smell came from their inner wolves becoming feral as if they were rotting. It was pretty disgusting. I noticed that they didn't even bother masking their scent. I guess they must not be worried about being ambushed.