Descendants Evie Pictures Novels & Stories

“Yeah, don’t ask. Billy has lost all of his manners in his old age.” Evie led Max into her living room which was large but made cosy with mismatched furniture. There was a small television in the corner quietly flickering with a period drama. “My Aunt and Uncle are out for the business at the moment and my mother’s out back.” Evie explained as she flopped down on one of the sofas and wrapped a soft blue throw around her shoulders.

Harry's voice became hoarse as he finally let his tears down. “I forget everything and want you to do the same. Our new life is the best that I can imagine. I didn’t know that you still had that imaginary revenge in your head. But yeah, I guessed our story is not in this one.” He smiled softly while his nephew looked at him with sadness and tears brimming in his eyes. ** Three months later.. Evie was playing with the house cat she found near the forest in one of the backyard gardens of the huge mansion. The white castle. That was what Evie liked to call this place and Alex call it their home.

I found myself in a small room, overly lit with fluorescents buzzing like a hive of pissed-off bees, a small table, fridge and sink rescued from another era, and three rickety chairs in one corner. Evie turned to a row of beat-up lockers looking as if they'd been hijacked from a local high school junk yard and pulled one open. It rattled at first, the metal singing as she finally jerked it wide. One big hand, sparkling with so many rings I felt mesmerized looking at them, reached inside and pulled out a black shapeless something. "Here you are, dear." Her beaming smile would have been more attractive if it hadn't been for the purple smear on her front teeth.

I got up from the throne and I could've sworn I heard the chair sigh, so I rubbed it and it glowed again. I shook my head at the chair and turned to Evie, who was now leading me up the golden stairs of the palace. The decorations in the hall were green and white, but the floor was still golden with more green specks. I looked at the walls which were hung with portraits of Elves; I figured it must have been past rulers of the kingdom or royalty that were apart of the family. One portrait in particular caught my eye and I automatically knew that she was Evie's mom. She was so beautiful, almost more beautiful than Evie; I held Evie & Selene to high standards when it came to beauty because they

At the three stick figures holding hands. "Kazi?" I asked. "He's part of our family now." She said it simply, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "You said we could stay. So he's our family." I didn't know what to say. --- Later, Kazimir knocked on the door. Evie was in her pajamas, her hair brushed, her face clean. She was holding something small in her palm, a smooth gray stone, flat and polished, almost like a river stone.

"It's just some junk mail. Go ahead and do your homework, okay?" She nodded and hopped to her study room. As I finished storing the items in the cabinet, her excited voice suddenly echoed from the room. "Mom, come and see. Fireworks!" Intrigued, I hurried over to the study, arriving just in time to see vibrant bursts of color exploding across the night sky. Evie was overjoyed, snatching my phone to snap pictures of the spectacular show. "Mom, take a picture of me with the fireworks!" she urged, tiptoeing up to the windowsill.

Focused on it, Jim eased his way into the room around her. Stooping, he studied the images, mostly of her daughter. There was one of them together, holding a small fuzzy puppy that caught his eye. The girl was petite like her mother, but by his estimate, couldn’t have been more than five. But the photo captured his attention for another reason. Someone else took it. Who? “When was this?” Leaning around him, Teri glanced at the photo he indicated. “The day we got Evie,” she answered, deliberately vague. “One of my clients breeds Shelties. We happened to be there when a litter was ready for adoption. Evie was unclaimed and Zoe fell in love.”

It’s a photograph. Matthew and Claire. My beautiful boy and Evie’s daughter, sitting at the kitchen table, I would recognize even in the dark—the kitchen of my childhood home, the one that still appears in my nightmares smelling of mold and fear. Matthew is smiling, a glass of juice in his hand, completely unaware of the danger. Claire is beside him, dark curls framing her innocent face.

“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

] I feel like my heart is warm. That's how you feel when you have trustworthy people at your side? "We promise!" They said together. "Evie is... a telepath." When Rae fell, Georgie caught her in his arms, but both fell on the ground together. He held her who was shocked. "Are you saying that she's able to read minds and talk with people telepathically?" Georgie's more composed than I thought he would be. ["Yes!"] I finally talked and they looked startled to hear my sweet voice inside their minds.