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All the while hearing his master explain their story. “In the beginning, they were harmless creatures; then humans found their hiding spots. That’s when the horrid experiments started on them. They were injected with the blood of the Kraken but reacted badly to it. They became too powerful for the humans to control so they just let them run rampant. These creatures have lost their sense of judgment and need to be punished. So just enjoy yourself, Drake.” Drake does enjoy himself greatly and within a few minutes completely decimates the Whitlock boss along with his lackeys. Drake then changes back to his human form and jumps up to stand next to Angel.

Hawthorne, and then said seriously, “Most of the people I meet would say the same thing, only to eventually eat their own words.” Mr. Hawthorne’s brow twitched slightly, feeling trapped by Dr. Lawson’s perspective. Reluctant to get caught in a pointless conversation, he responded, “You interrupted me, leading us to an irrelevant topic. Miss Everhart said something strange to me last night, claiming she had been touched before we met, but her behavior suggests otherwise.” “Maybe she lied to influence your view of her.” “At first, I thought so too, but when I touched her directly, it felt like there was more going on.” Mr. Hawthorne stared at Dr. Lawson, demanding answers after two hours of wa

Mother wasn't greedy like him. I grit the words out, fuming as the tears roll down at intervals. "Do not speak of her like you know what her choices would have been." "Fine, I won't do that, but the legacy only wanted the blessing you bring for seven months. That was before the strife with Red Valley began and I had to call a truce with the Erickson's. Now you don't expect me to turn my back on an agreement made with someone as powerful as a legacy werewolf. I had it all under control until Chase Erickson started looking for you."

EZRA Sitting on the window seat in Poe's office, I spent most of my afternoons thinking. I didn't really know what we were supposed to do next. I'd put the call out to the lost children, but all I could do now was wait. Would they answer the blood call, not knowing what it was? Or what it meant? I closed the book I wasn't reading and set it down. Who was I kidding? Even if they came, what made me their leader? The jackpot of genetics?

everyone’s head snapped to the treeline as Azreal and Lila came walking toward them. A/N So I was thinking, (scary I know) some of you might have questions I dont see or get to, and technology and I are not really the best of friends (it's embarassingly bad) so I dont have an IG for Legacy or anything like that, but if you would like to ask me anything or maybe have me clear up anything about Legacy or any of the characters I would love to do so, as long as it doesnt spoil anything for the future lol. You can either leave your question in a comment on this chapter (not in a book reivew please) or catch me on Facebook @ Danger Beanz as always thank you for your support and Happy Reading <3

But later, when the land got marked for redevelopment, she regretted it deeply. Pretending to be secretive, I leaned close to Wallace's ear and whispered, "The truth is, my dad wasn't just anyone. He was the CEO of Hampton Corporation. And the safe buried under his grave? It's filled with bearer bonds he hid for emergencies. They're worth a fortune!"

Raymond frowned as he took it and began to read: > "To whoever finds this—know that the Hawthorne legacy was never about unity. It was built on power, navigated through hidden conflicts, and paid for by lost loyalties. If the family ever falls apart... don’t look beyond for blame. Look within. The betrayer will share our name. Raymond’s grip on the paper tightened. He knew. He knew someone in our family would betray us. Michelle spoke softly. Do you think it’s Isabella? Maybe. But he wouldn't have left this unless the threat was bigger than her. Someone is playing a long, strategic game against us.

A new title appeared on every screen in the world, scrolling in a font made of starlight: "BOOK TWO: THE MARS AUDIT. PROTAGONIST: HOPE THORNE-VANCE. STATUS: INITIALIZING..." The sound of the 1977 cassette tape played one last time—Hiss. Click. Whir.—and then, the music changed. It wasn't a ballad anymore. It was an Anthem. "Check your pulse, Reader," Hope’s voice echoed through your device. "The first chapter of the future just dropped. And this time... You’re the Co-Author."

"You built the Heiress to track data, to optimize human behavior until it was as clean and predictable as a ledger. But a market isn't just numbers, Mother. It’s trust. And you can't audit trust." Maya reached down, her fingers catching the edge of the vellum page Thorne had just extracted from the casing. It was the final, unwritten sheet of the Legacy Bank; the analog backup sheet that Lucian had salvaged from the mountain. It wasn't a gold leaf this time. It was a bare white parchment waiting for an entry. "Thorne, link the copper antenna from the academy’s radar dish directly to the salt-gate bypass," Maya commanded. "Maya, that’ll pull the IMF tracking satellites right down on our heads

Clarrisa dismissed her with the wave of her hand, and left the house. **************** The air in Hawthorne Enterprises’ gleaming, glass-walled headquarters crackled with a palpable, almost visible, tension. It wasn't the usual Monday morning buzz of ambition and power; it was the sickly-sweet, metallic tang of panic. A rumor had just been released to the public amidst the initial struggles they were trying to solve. The news had hit like a rogue wave, swamping the meticulously crafted image of quality and integrity Hawthorne had cultivated for decades: **Expired Products Found in Hawthorne Supermarkets!** The headline, splashed across every news outlet from the Wall Street Journal to the lo