Tvd Legacies Novels & Stories

The series will be called Hidden Legacy. The artist for the cover is Rose Proffitt, a New Zealand artist currently living in Australia. I really recommend checking out her F______k page, Rose Proffitt Creations, where you can see some of the amazing graphics she creates. I feel lucky to have such a talented friend.

She had no idea what she was walking into tonight, but Astra had made it clear that answers were within reach. With the journal clutched in her hand, the leather binding warm against her skin, Isla moved to the door, casting one last glance over the room that had been her father’s legacy. Every corner of the clinic felt infused with his memory—his presence—his absence. The weight of her loss had never felt so heavy, so insurmountable. But tonight, it felt as though the veil was finally being lifted. She was about to step into a world she had never imagined. A world that might finally tell her what had happened to him.

And he had given her every reason to hate him. The TV above the bar flickered with the evening news— Lexi’s triumphant release out of prison and her upcoming trial again. She was supposed to be dead by now, because he knows more than anyone that Claudia had asked the prison wardens to kill her and of course, the prison warden had sent a corpse, which turned out to be fake. But Claudia and her daughter were so excited that they failed to check the corpse, to see who was really in there.

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

// A/N: *mes pattes* is cajun slang for " my paws, or feet" BIG ANNOUNCMENT! Legacy is now available on multiple platforms, I will leave details on my Facebook page @facebook.com/danger.beanz.3 Happy Reading <3

So all of you gurus in the industries are just on my palms here,’ he said walking towards the door. When her visitors left, Subi reached for the fax mail from her Human Resource Manager. The speedy implementation marveled the young businesswoman, her manager has always been thorough in his dealings. He had more to prove his loyalty and hard work to his boss. The report was not detailed but with clear-cut facts - facts that Subi was not ready to accept. The manager for Subi Mining was in fact the widow for the doctor she killed years ago. Instantly, her old self took over and knew exactly her line of action. It was not easy for her to completely get rid of the glamour girl she once was. The g

“Agreed.” If she gives you a second chance, don’t blow it. Be the husband and father I wasn’t to you, your sister, and your mother. But, something tells me you’ve learned your lesson. You’re not as hard headed, head strong, and stubborn as I am. And one more thing. Tell your soon-to-be son or daughter (or any additional children you have) about their grandfather Walt. Along with you and Deidre, they are my true legacy. As much as I love Dawson Inc., it is family that is a man’s real and true legacy. Goodbye, son. Love,

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

"I want to make sure I heard the level of audacity correctly." Sarah cleared her throat, clicking her tablet. "It’s all over the business journals and the tabloids, Ms. Vance. Charlie Vane has officially announced a 'Legacy Search.' Since Lydia is unable to conceive due to complications from her multiple spinal surgeries, Charlie is offering ten million dollars to any woman of 'suitable pedigree' who can provide him with a male heir. It’s essentially a high-priced breeding contract." I let out a sharp, jagged laugh that felt like glass in my throat. "Ten million dollars. Dem it, he’s putting a price tag on a soul because his 'perfect' bride is broken."

The voice was synthesized, layered with a faint, deliberate distortion filter, but the cadence—precise, cold, and utterly unmistakable—hit Noah like a physical blow. Dr. Iris Vale. She was supposed to have vanished three years ago during the initial collapse of the Chimera bio-gen labs, presumed dead when Thorne purged his internal R&D division. "Thorne isn't just building a sovereign financial registry," Iris’s synthesized voice continued, the background static swelling with the rhythmic clicking of a high-speed server farm. "He’s already deployed the first phase. Vesper didn't go rogue by accident, Noah. Thorne designed the AI as a distributed parasite to migrate into international banking