Descendants 3 Evie Novels & Stories

Maybe if he had been more than a coward then the outcome will be a bit different. He was going to just remain by her side as a friend and watch out for her. Maybe this wasn’t meant to be. He was happy to see that she was happy and doing okay. After the last class for the day the students were cheering happily and they all left the classroom with their satchels. Evie was seventeen and came from a middle-class family, both of her parents were primary school teachers and very loving and caring. Evie was the second child and the only girl in the family.

she could only watched as her step father walk away im excitement with the woman next to him. " I am Evans, Kyle's third brother. i have learnt so much about the double world but i have never been there. what are you doing here anyway? to excort back my brother's home? " " No " Joyce replied after getting herself back in control " We came here to resurrect the dead. A human actually " Evans was holding a book the entire time but when he Heard Joyce's words the old book fell From his hand and he dashed towards the ruined building but he was too late.

The moment Detective Inspector Daniel Brooks mentioned my name the room fell silent. Mom looked back at me. Mark did the same. I felt my heartbeat pounding inside my chest. For a second I thought about running but where would I go? It'll only make things worse for me. I slowly stood from the couch. “I’m Evie Harrington.” The detective nodded politely. “Miss Harrington, may we come in?” Mom stepped aside. “Of course.” The two officers entered the living room. They removed their caps before sitting down. The detective looked around. “We’re sorry to disturb your evening.”

“As in Evangeline Crocker.” I freeze, my body turning to ice as a cold child runs up and down my spine. How can such a warm and generous person, a woman who had wanted to adopt me, be related to my greatest enemy? Is the universe so cruel? “Oh yes, little Evie is my niece. She took my brother’s spot as a Legacy I believe. Do you know her? How is she doing? Are you two friends?” She seems to have no idea what kind of a demon spawn her niece has become. I wonder if she ever really knew her, despite being family

Just hollow space. What did he do to you, I thought, chest tight. What the hell did he do? “We’ll get her back,” George said. “And then we’ll fix whatever’s broken. You, me, Evie, the whole pack, we’ll put her back together.” “If there’s anything left,” I muttered. “There will be. She’s Freya. She’s tougher than Viktor Ashford. She’ll come through this.” I wanted to believe it so bad. But I’d seen the bodies. Seven descendants. All powerful. All prepared. All dead.

Mom clutched at Maia's arm like it was her last lifeline, tears streaming down her face as her voice cracked with desperation. "Maia, how exactly did Evie die? Hasn't she always been healthy?" Maia's eyes blazed with disgust, and she roughly shook off Mom's hand. Then, she reached into her bag, pulled out a thick stack of printed chat records, and flung them violently onto the floor in front of them. "See for yourselves!"

Not enough that we couldn’t breathe, but it was definitely uncomfortable. I saw a sheen of sweat over Evie’s brow as the entrance became minuscule. The silver ingots began glowing red and green as they lifted up in the air. Just as the entrance closed completely the silver ingots broke into pieces and fell around Evie. She breathed deeply as everything seemed to go completely still and silent. “It’s done.” She started to fall to the ground as my father caught her and held her upright. Soon after Max came running in with a protein bar, some water, and a towel. Drew stood at the doorway looking in at Evie as their father had her drink and eat quickly.

Damn, he'd been turned-on by older women before, but never one who was one hundred and nineteen. It took another hour of internet digging before he'd pieced together a rough outline of Evie's life. She'd been born here in Charleston to a wealthy family of French descent, the youngest of four children, and had become engaged in 1910 to a French businessman. Sam guessed that the start of the war in Europe had curtailed their marriage - maybe her fiancé had been killed, maybe he'd just gotten caught up in the fighting, but there was no notice of his death in any records Sam could find. Evie's death though - he finally found a more detailed accounting of that in a local guide to haunted houses.

There’s still a piano in the corner covered in dust and regrets. “Okay,” I say, spinning on my heel. “Let’s try this again. We’ve got Eva, the real Eva—” I point to her. “We’ve got Trixie, whose legs apparently don’t work like normal people’s—” she’s still hanging off the armchair like a dead bat, “—and the rest of you half-functioning disasters. Let’s go over what we know.” Elias stretches his legs. “You forgot to mention Parker, our walking secret box.”

When the light faded, Evie stood panting, drained but hopeful. A figure emerged from the churning water – Liam, battered and bruised, but alive. Relief washed over Evie as he stumbled towards her, his eyes wide with confusion. "Evie? Where… what happened?" he rasped. Evie held him close, tears welling up in her eyes. There was much to explain, the story of the desolate dimension, Elara's sacrifice, and the desperate gamble she had taken.