Cursed Legacies Series Free PDF by Morgan B Lee

When Daphne sees my expression, she looks even more disgusted. “No surprise that you are enjoying this crude behavior. You’re clearly the one who taught it to him. Turned my beautiful, innocent son into a filthy, blasphemous deviant.” “Especially in bed,” I agree. Everett turns bright red at exactly the same time his mother does….

” he adds before leaving the room just as swiftly. Godsdamn it. He’s going to run. He knows this place is compromised since I’m about to rain down hell on the assholes living here when I figure out how to escape. With survival skills that good, Bertram will disappear long before I have the chance…

“Respectfully, I ask that you eyeball Miss Bailey’s cleavage later. You’re getting drool on my straitjacket.” Crypt snorts in amusement, but otherwise, my matches listen quietly to this circus. Thatcher’s face reddens, and the woman shuffles uncomfortably. Her body language screams guilty. Mr. Grant glances between them and makes a face before adjusting the documents…

“Well, that’s creepy. Thanks for the reminder that we’re haunted.” He takes a deep breath. “Okay. If you get the chance, kill them. Getting out of here is much more important than whatever idiotic hangups I might still have about the executives. Gods, I should’ve known they would use the Upheaval as a damn power…

Baelfire. His pupils are round as he adjusts to sit on the floor. Thick silver shackles immobilize his wrists and ankles. The collar I put on him is still there, as is the leash. His face is bruised, one eye blackened, nose quickly healing from an obvious break, and his ripped shorts are stained with…

Fucking. Cute. I bet you look like a queen while you’re reaping. My queen.” He kisses the tip of my nose, trailing more light kisses up and down my neck. Gods, I’ve missed him and his persistent flirtiness. But wait… I tense, straightening as much as I can in this stupid, chained-up straitjacket. “Fuck. Where’s…

Taking one step away is laborious, but I force myself to keep moving until I stand at the double doors, rolling my shoulders back and preparing for the pain that will come from slipping into Limbo, which is something I can’t do inside the walls of a temple. The mercenary stops beside me, resting his…

The soul-crushing grief. The unspeakable emptiness day after day, existing in a world she no longer occupied. I choke on it all. CRYPT When Maven sees me fall to my knees, she pauses the ritual and moves to my side. Her perfect fingers gently trace the markings on my neck. “Crypt?” Gods above, her voice….

She’s bleeding. Why is she bleeding, and why the hell isn’t she waking up?” Frost demands as ice spreads across the floor toward Maven and me on the marble ground. Damn it all, he’s right. Blood drips steadily from our keeper’s nose, rolling over her cheek to drip onto the temple floor. I’ve seen that…

“—your dominion would relate to the things over which I reign,” she goes on as if I never spoke. “You’ve made your choice, so we will never know the future you have forsaken in Paradise. Yet I will tell you this: I have observed death for millennia, and it always brings those who remain two…