Stolen Legacy Book Novels & Stories

Laura is positive that she could live for half a year without working just by selling the chest. Admiring its superior quality, she subconsciously traced the carvings down to a keyhole. Just like some sort of reflex, her hands made its way to the small key that’s hanging around her neck as a necklace, under her sleepwear. “Never, ever take this off.” She could still hear the echoes of Olivia’s voice in her head. It sounded like she’ll get discovered in no time once she loses it. Casting away all these thoughts, she takes off the necklace and uses the key to open the chest.

Wait, did I just hear the word ' owe '? Damn, what is he talking about? I never owe anything to anyone, even him. I think our so-called destiny was conspiring against me. Destiny is always contradicting my thoughts. They mean it, to spite me. I don't want to see him but I'm seeing him now. "What are you saying?" I tugged my arm into his grip. I glared at him.

******* I will upload Chapter 1 under Legacy of the wolf but it will be a seperate book, Legacy of the wolf: War of the Wolves******** The haunted sounds of a wolf's broken-hearted song lit up the darkness inside Dante’s mind, just like it had done every night since he left his mate asleep in their bed almost a year ago. Dante turned his head on a swivel in the obscurity, even though he knew he was still asleep. “Why do you do this to me every night, Theo! Do you enjoy torturing me?” Dante spat the words into the darkness and was only answered by the forlorn echo of a pathetic whimper as Theron’s vast body sulked into view. The normally large majestic beast now looked ragged and old, his hea

The smile on my face grew colder. Three days after the stream ended, things began to shift. Quietly. Then, all at once. The first to fall was Tyson. Early Monday morning, a piece of news spread through every class group chat like a virus. Tyson had both his legs broken. He was in the hospital. Rumor had it that the bag of 30,000 dollars he found was not lost property at all. It belonged to a local underground banker, someone known for being ruthless. He had dropped it during a rushed deal.

Down the hall, Aria stirred in her sleep and murmured, “We’re safe.” Aiden, half-awake, responded softly, “We are.” And somewhere in the house, Daxton Stone stood alone, holding a truth that finally settled deep in his bones: Legacy wasn’t built by dominance. It was built by what—and who—you chose to protect.

I hadn’t smoked in three days. I was trying to regain some control. I didn’t light it. I just held it. Inside, Chris was on a call, discussing expansion. Expansion. Growth. Legacy. I suddenly understood something with terrifying clarity. For Chris, a child was legacy. For me, it would be consequence. That difference mattered. I crushed the unlit cigarette in my hand and threw it away. I don’t want to disappear inside someone else’s plan. But I also don’t want to give up without trying.

Tucked deeply into the bottom of his leather duffel bag, wrapped in a thick training shirt to conceal its sharp metallic scent, was the stolen ancestral ledger. As the car sped back toward the university borders, Jake leaned his head against the glass window, his golden eyes reflecting the passing winter trees. The grueling days of playing the victim were over. He was returning to the campus with a stolen piece of history in his hands, and the moment he locked himself inside his dorm room, he was going to take his time, dissect every single hidden name in that book, and unearth the weapon that would finally bring Avery down to her knees.

My grandfather was a thief. He stole my grandmother’s name and the opportunity that could have taken her out of the backwoods, then left with another woman by his side. One of them became a prominent law professor, standing at the front of lecture halls talking about fairness and justice. The other became a renowned fine artist, speaking in front of news cameras about art and integrity. Meanwhile, my grandmother was trapped in the backwoods her entire life, enduring pointed fingers and malicious insults everywhere she went. She died with her eyes wide open, refusing to rest in peace. Fifty years passed. I owed everything to the sacrifices of my grandmother and mother. Thanks to them, I

He grabbed the two heavy boxes in the corner where I had some of my books. “Books,” I say, offering him a shy smile and he nods. “Fucking heavy. Do you own a fucking library?” He asks as he walks out of the apartment and Priest follows him with two boxes. As soon as the apartment is men free, the girls squeal and look at me, smiling. “Where have you been hiding them?” Jamie asks, and I smile. I have never seen them before. Yes, I had seen Jagger, but not the other two guys. I have to admit, they are both hot.

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.