Celia Descendants 3 Novels & Stories

“Celia, I am not up to this disturbance from your little trouble makers. I am off to bed to sleep “Evans yelled arrogantly. Why did he like to run away leaving her to solve family issues? Wasn’t he supposed to be the man and the head of the family? Celia sighed impatiently. “No ….. you are not going anywhere. These kids took all your characters. Their genes runs in your family. All I have ever known since I came to this family is trouble left, center and right and so don’t you turn your useless back on me or I will pack up my things and go back to my family. My family is very peaceful, have you ever seen anyone kidnaping their own kins except for your sons.”

"I am Alpha Ezekiel, this is the Bloodhound pack. And you are a rouge in my house, surrounded by my warriors, and my pack of 1500 men. You're not the one with the power here, I am. So when I ask a question I except it answered. Now. Who. Are. You?" I clenched my jaw in frustration, he was right. I had no power. No choice. He could do anything to me right now. And I wouldn't have any help or any way to stop him. I nearly reached at the thought. I was fucked. Royally. With that in mind I responded to his question; "Cecil." "And where did you came from? Are there any more like you?" He fired the questions in quick succession. "The East Coast, I travel alone and have not come across another fema

The Del Fuego estate had weathered storms—scandals, betrayals, and secrets buried deep in the soil of legacy. But none had shaken its foundation quite like the arrival of Celeste Reyes. She was no longer just a name in a hidden letter. She was flesh and blood—Don Rafael’s daughter, Emmanuel’s sister, and Jericho’s aunt. Her presence was quiet but commanding, and within days of settling into the mansion, she began to observe the rhythms of the family business with a sharp, discerning eye.

“What a bunch of idiots!” Elena raised her glass to her lips and took a sip, savoring the strong taste of the liquor. “Like I said, there’s nothing to worry about. People are eating up their every word like gospel truth, but we know better. Cecelia isn’t missing. She’s hiding from her psychopathic family.” “Speaking of her family,” Danika said, her tone dropping to a conspiratorial whisper as she leaned forward, her expression intense, “I did some digging on them today. Do you know that the Walshs and McDowells are kind of related?”

Celia didn't like it, she had always loved attention, but this kind made her feel uncomfortable and awkward. Quickly, everyone stood, offering them a greeting. “Alpha…future Luna…” Xavier grabbed for her hand, leading her over to the table they sat last time. His father was there, his mother 'Elizabeth' too, and Kail's eyes twitched as he watched her approach. Nobody from that table was standing and Celia understood why. They were 'royals' too…Xavier's bloodline, but if it was so, what the f*ck was that two faced b*tch doing there?

Christopher plays the role of the devoted husband perfectly, and I match his performance, offering him soft smiles and lingering touches. But I am watching. I am waiting. “Elizabeth,” Celia starts, “I know you don’t remember this, but after your mother died, I made every effort to be here for you.” I nod, my eyes flickering to Christopher. He looks… uneasy. His fingers twitch slightly, his jaw tightens. “And I have to say,” Celia continues, “you are a beautiful girl. And I’m sure from now on, Christopher will only have eyes for you.” She pauses, smiling. “Especially now that he’s seen you in that dress.”

" She wanted everyone to know that they were her daughters. But, to answer your question, I don't know what their names were before. It never said it in the diaries of Celene." My grandma finished. "So did Cimone have green eyes, too? If Kwen is, in fact, a descendant of a chosen on both sides, wouldn't that mean Cimone and Celene were similar in the way of how their genes were passed?" I looked over to see James asked a question. I was thinking that that had to be right, but to my dismay, my grandma shook her head. "Sadly no. They weren't alike on all fronts." "It has something to do as to why Halo exists in the way that she does?"

“That’s me. And this one is Cecilia.” “Can you tell me about Cecilia?” Caitlin asked. “How did you meet her? Where did she go afterward?” “What do you want to know about her for?” Kelly asked, curious. “Nothing in particular. I just saw her and wondered.” “Oh. Your grandmother told me she was a descendant of the Yarbrough family, who were old friends of the Yunceys. She came to the US to find your grandmother—that’s how I met her. As for where she is now, I don’t know.”

They had one less problem to worry about. Subsequently, they found out that Celena, a neglected heiress of the Stone family, was the woman Liam had married. It took a lot of detective work to come to this conclusion, for Liam had put in considerable effort to conceal his lineage. Only a handful of people in Drunham City knew of his true identity, as well as Celena's association with him. However, it was precisely Liam's great power in disguise that left a trail of crumbs behind him, helping the Yeagers unravel the truth.

“There seems to be no apparent pattern. How long would it take you to run a list of names through your genealogy database, Eliza?” She answered confidently, quickly. “Not but a few minutes. Tres helped me made an easily searchable database that allows me to put in sever search queries at once.” Eliza rose from the sofa and raced down the hallway, shouting, “I’ll be right back,” over her shoulder. Romero cleared her throat. “Robert, do you mean to tell me that you think someone may be specifically targeting the descendants of gods?” “That may very well be the case, but we’ll know for sure as soon as Eliza runs the names through the database she has been compiling of all known descendants.”