The Legacies Book Novels & Stories

Remember running away from the wedding is not the end of it, you still have so much to do if you really want to reclaim your Father's legacy, your legacy" " Hmmph" I breathed heavily into the phone, it was as if someone slapped me back to reality. I needed that "Stay with Mr McQueen and try to get him to marry you. He is the only chance you have, be brave. I mean it's even better now that he already knows everything and still helped, It means that even if he doesn't marry you he can still help out in some way, don't let yourself loose this opportunity" " You are right" " Good luck don't worry about me I will be here when you return"

It seemed the universe had a way of removing the people I loved. First Sebastian with the accusations, now my father and his death. Who was next? My stuffed rabbit? I let out a short bitter laugh, the rage rising within me. That sound drew the attention of Helena and Camille. ‘Are you laughing, Liora?’ Helena turned to me, her eyes red from crying. I ignored her, because I didn’t know what hurtful words my anger would prompt me to say. ‘Of course she is,’ Camille said. ‘Father left most of the company shares to her, remember? Who knows what else she must benefit from him after his death?’

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.

"That's not justice." "Neither was killing my parents," I said. "Neither was stealing my life's work. Neither was any of the things you did to get where you are. So tell me Daniel. Do you want the truth to come out? Or do you want me to bury you in lies so deep that your own son will be ashamed to carry your name?" Daniel's face went pale. "Leave Peter out of this." "Peter is already in this," I said. "He's part of your legacy. And when I release whatever version of your story I choose that legacy will follow him for the rest of his life. Unless you control the narrative right now. Unless you tell the truth on your own terms."

Aeron states. My eyes widen as I look at him. I glance down at the book. This is my family’s legacy. Do I want to read this? Do I want to even know? Surely my mother should have been them one to tell me about this, it feels like a betrayal to be learning it all from someone other than her. “It’s there for when you’re ready.” Cain states. I sigh. I know they mean well, but it feels too much. This all feels too much. But then, maybe I’m being ungrateful.

The last time I mentioned The Reaper, he almost had a fucking heart attack telling me how dangerous he was and how I should stay the fuck away from him. “He was your brother. What do you think I am talking about?” Wyatt asks, and I rest both my hands on my hips as I stare into his beautiful, two-colored eyes. “No, I didn’t know. That’s why I need to talk to Leia, she is my sister, if I can even fucking call her that,” I let out, frustration taking over my body. I can’t even believe this is happening to me. I used to have such a quiet life until I decided to seek revenge for my mother, and then… I almost got killed as soon as I moved to New York, got into several deals with the biggest Mafia

But she didn’t feel dangerous tonight. She felt…abandoned. And then—her phone buzzed. Unknown number. A text message. Just one line. “You’re not the only one who bleeds for legacy. —L” Her breath caught. Her lips parted. She reread it. Legacy. That word wasn’t just a crown. It was a curse. Helena didn’t sleep that night. The next morning, she walked into the corporate vault, where all classified family documents were stored. Her ID scanned. She walked past her father’s original contracts, her mother’s secret archives, and paused at the file labeled:

At the empire they'd reshaped, the families they'd healed, the love they'd built from the ruins of other dreams. "I think," she said slowly, "that some legacies are meant to be more than business." A soft coo from the stroller drew their attention. Cat and Eddie were awake, reaching for the golden light with tiny, determined fists. "Like mother, like daughter," Lucas echoed his earlier words. "Like father, like son." Because some empires were built on more than mergers. Some legacies were written in more than headlines. And some loves were destined to reshape not just two hearts, but entire worlds – one generation, one trust, one morning light at a time.

Kyle replied, “One time, when Kayn and I were drinking, he mentioned the book’s name after getting drunk. The book contains the names of hundreds of Wyvern Peak’s future legates. I suppose you could say they are predictions made by Wyvern Peak’s ancestors.” “Hundreds?” Adrian was slightly surprised, while Mya was extremely shocked. A prediction made by the ancestors? But how accurate were these predictions? But based on everything Kayn had done so far, it was clear that he was right since…Adrian became the legate.