Cursed Legacies Series Free PDF by Morgan B Lee

I open my eyes and find that Baelfire’s handsome, smiling face is only a few inches away, his irises like warm honey. “There she is. Prettiest eyes I’ve ever seen.” What the fuck? Why am I in bed with him? I sit up, taking in my surroundings quickly. I’m in Everbound’s infirmary, which is mildly…

Please, not right now,” she gasps, sounding strangled. “What’s happening?” Everett demands sharply, crowding closer as the temperature around us plummets. “Maven?” Silas cradles her face and tries to catch her eye, his eyes wide. “Is it that you can’t breathe? Baelfire?—“ Before he can even finish the order, I rip open the front of…

“As in, you’re finally admitting we’re a quintet?” Baelfire jumps in to clarify, hopeful excitement brightening his face and bringing out his blinding smile. “You’ll forgive us for acting like a bunch of stupid, immature fledglings and be our keeper?” I need to blend in with the rest of the students here at Everbound. If…

“We’re platonic.” He sets down his drink while eye-fucking me. “Really? In that case, can I get you a drink?” “Only if it’s strong.” I haven’t imbibed very often in my life. Probably because by the time Lillian decreed that I was old enough for alcohol, I had already become this and discovered that it…

My heart pounds as I twist my grip in the back of her dress tighter, need for her making my cock hard as fucking steel in my suit pants. “You enjoying this, baby? Tell me, how wet does it make your panties knowing you’re torturing us?” “Hard to tell when I’m not wearing any.” Fuck….

“Where’s my dagger?” I can’t lose track of that. First of all, it’s my favorite dagger, and I happen to be emotionally attached to it, considering that it was a gift from a once-upon-a-time friend. I even named it—Pierce, for obvious reasons. But second of all and more importantly, it’s made of adamantine, which is…

“Thu mi le d’chal lei fhuil, ima sangfluir,” he murmurs. Which is fae for, You drive me mad with your beauty, my blood blossom. And since I’m dangerously close to getting sidetracked by how unfairly gorgeous they are, I choose to be impish. “Nach, ás mo esio chial na’mi cobhair,” I reply smoothly in fae….

“Boo…oh gods, please don’t cry or I’ll?—“ As if the gods have finally decided to sprinkle some mercy into my existence, there’s a cheery knock on the front door. I glance down at my incriminatingly bloody ensemble, as do Silas and Baelfire. Without a word, I slip back behind the corner of the hallway. Finally…

My jaw clenches, and I glare at Baelfire. But my suspicion that the dragon shifter is to blame dies when the Nightmare Prince scoffs, “I do my best work in mad minds, Crane. Of course I know that you’re one of them.” He tips his head back to blow out a long exhale of sweet-smelling…

You’ll lose her. It’s for the best. The taunting echoes in my skull reach a crescendo until I grip the sides of my head, snapping, “Shut up.” When a low whistle breaks through, and the voices slink back into the corners of my mind, I blink my eyes open. I don’t know how long I’ve…