Romans & histoires We Are Legion We Are Bob Audiobook

Emerson’s transfusion. * * * * * "Rachel ! Audrey ! What are you doing here ?" Leo squeezed his girl in a tight embrace and waved at Audrey in the hospital, outside his mother’s room. "Hi Leo ! Just came to know about your mom from Rachel. So we thought of visiting her after our classes in the evening," Audrey replied. "Thanks for coming. That was really thoughtful of you,” Leo replied, his face showing all signs of worry and stress. “I never thought that I'll be introducing you to my parents in the hospital, Rachel," a disheartened Leo said.

Logan’s POV It had been a long night of thrashing around on the forest floor. I had woken up after what seemed like an inconceivable amount of time but it was only just a few hours. I knew because it was early enough for Mike to bombard me with calls and texts about going out. ‘Club Equinox is popping tonight where are you the girls here are insanely hot,’ his last text read. I couldn’t be bothered with that. Not after what had happened.

Emotions raw: anger boiling, protectiveness for Lila tempering her rage, doubt creeping as Lila's empathy swayed her. Torin met her gaze, his brown eyes earnest, voice steadying. "I hid to protect you—if they knew I spied, they'd kill us all. I learned their plans—the god rises with blood. I'm loyal, Alpha. Test me—mind-link, anything." Emotions bare: desperation in his plea, genuine remorse making his voice crack, hope flickering as Lila nodded.

She sat beside her father, but her eyes kept wandering. Men in black surrounded the area guns tucked beneath their jackets, their faces unreadable. The air felt heavier, charged. Why are there so many guards? she wondered, unease curling in her stomach. And why does no one here smile? The lights dimmed. "Ladies and gentlemen, all mafia queens and kings," the guest speaker's voice boomed, "welcome to the legacy the bittersweet kingdom of power and loyalty." Mafia? Bella blinked. Did he just say… mafia?

I recognized them immediately from the oldest records of the Weber line, the ones even my grandmother had forbidden me to read. The Vestiges. Guardians who had failed their oaths. Souls trapped between life and death, bound to the First Door as eternal warning. And now they were looking at me. The leader among them, taller than the others, wrapped in tattered crimson, stepped forward. His voice sounded like the grinding of broken glass. “Lena Weber,” he rasped, “You have disturbed the balance. You have called us forth.” Maxwell moved in front of me instinctively, but I touched his arm, stepping forward.

Henry scoffed as he stood in front of where Legion sat by the window in his house. “What do you want Henry?” Legion asked calmly, he didn’t have the strength to bicker with Henry or explain anything to him “I heard you lost the fight, I didn’t think the all powerful legion could lose a fight” Henry teased “Did you come here to tease me?” Legion exhaled as he finally raised his head up to look at Henry. “Oh I just came here to tell you how you failed woefully; I thought you had the guts to do the things you preached. You said you were going to end Bernard, save Colton and possibly shake Black hills” Henry said sarcastically

“What’s the biggest fuck-up you’ve seen?” “Biggest?” Legion pauses, glancing back at me with a wry grin. “Legacy on a full moon. Every damn time. He’s a fucking wrecking ball. Doesn’t care who he pisses off, doesn’t care what deals he ruins.” “Sounds like fun,” I deadpan, my dislike for the kid growing more and more. Legion’s eyes are everywhere, scanning the room for threats, for anything that looks off. He moves like someone who’s used to being in enemy territory, and I respect that. But I can see the tension in his shoulders, the way his jaw clenches every now and then.

He was too focus because of his position in the Legion. I couldn’t believed how everyone looked scared with Victor, who came in the office after his meeting. He was excited to share the business with me. It was the brother’s bonding. “I hope you are ready for more, brother.” “I already felt boring, but I will persevere. I got this.” “That’s good,” Victor dropped another book in my desk, “This is the Legion’s profile. You have to study it especially the leader. “I know a few of the Legion’s story, but I haven’t seen one.”

“We will annihilate, we will destroy, we will conquer. The above statement is our pledge for life. We will do it in the best of our ability. Our bond is eternal, it can never break, it will not falter. We are the Death Legion and it is peace we bring.” ⚘ little ⊹ lies ··································································································································

When they demand naming rights, legacy claims, power over something I created in heartbreak? She gripped the balcony railing so hard her knuckles blanched. Because she knew—they would come. Lycan emissaries. Royal vultures. Elders with their righteous declarations. The child wouldn’t be just hers for long. And then, a quiet, terrible voice surfaced—her mother’s again, from long ago, spoken during a blood moon rebellion: "Then we remind them why the world once bowed to our name." Nyma swallowed hard. Her back straightened.