Descendants Evie Pictures Novels & Stories

“I found your name.” Her face went still. “My name?” “In Daniel's records.” “Why?” “I don't know.” Her breathing became uneven. “Aiden, you're scaring me.” “I'm sorry.” “Then tell me.” He looked into her eyes. “There is a possibility that Paul Hartley was your biological father.” Silence. Absolute silence. Evie's face emptied of emotion. For several seconds, she didn't react at all. Then she laughed. A tiny, confused sound. “No.”

Some showed Matteo. Others showed people Zara didn’t recognize. But one face appeared repeatedly. Eva. She was standing beside Isabella. Holding files. Carrying boxes. Walking through the estate. And in several photographs, she was holding baby Zara. Zara stopped at one photograph. Eva was sitting in a chair with baby Zara asleep against her chest. She looked young. Maybe thirty. Her hair was pulled into a loose knot, and she wore a simple white blouse. On the back, someone had written:

Vessa would be in the study with the folder organized and ready for the proceedings. Everything was ready. Eve got into the car and Damian got in beside her. She pulled the photograph out of her pocket and looked at it one more time. Her parents. Laughing, alive and together. She put it back in her pocket next to the pendant in her pocket *** The journey back to the estate was silent.

After I returned home from traveling abroad, I found that our housekeeper had sued my husband and me. In court, she cradled her protruding belly and said with heart-wrenching anguish, "Gary and his wife are absolute scum! Under the guise of hiring a housekeeper, they lured me into their home, tied me to a bed, and abused me. "The child I'm carrying is Gary's!" Her mother, meanwhile, was sobbing uncontrollably. "Those two monsters have ruined my daughter's life. They deserve the death penalty!" No sooner had she spoken than a chorus of curses against my husband and me erupted from the gallery. "That scum is utterly brazen. He didn't even show up for the hearing! He must be punished sever

he shouts questioning glaring at the wall. “My children and their late father are descendants of Gwanhoya!” Takada answers him from the entrance of the cave, “How do you know that name?” “I saw it in some sought of a vision or dream, I do not understand what it was but you confirming that for me means I was not hallucinating!” “I understand, that is why you passed out at that time!” “Yes, but I don’t understand, if they are her descendants why is she causing your family so much trouble?”

Grey held my left hand and pulled me to the extremely long ticket line. "This stupid ass line is so fucking long and that guy is so slow, we'll probably get our tickets when the carnival closes", the oh-so familiar voice said in front of us. "Cam", he turned around to see me, along with the girl he was with. She was so fucking beautiful by the way; bright green eyes, brown hair and she looked Mexican and very familiar. "Evie, you're here, Ari, meet Eve, my friend and Eve, meet Ari, my new girlfriend", he pointed to her and I shook hands with her. She looked so fucking familiar but I couldn't put my finger on where exactly I'd seen her before.

she asks, excited and I nod. Evie shows me a picture of a tall, super attractive guy. There are more pictures on his profile. In one of them, he is standing next to a pretty woman, during what looks like a garden party. The woman has long caramel-coloured hair and bright blue eyes. Her hair looks very similar to Evie’s right now. “This is his sister, “ Evie explains. Then there are pictures of him, surfing. He does have a great body. He also has a dog, from what I see.

"I knew that moment would come someday.” As Evie picks up the wallet that Samuel stretched out, she comes across two photographs, one beside the other. One was hers. She couldn’t have been more than five years old. She smiled wide, with some missing teeth. Her red hair was fierce, just below her shoulder. "That’s not me today?" Evie asks, pointing to the picture of the older woman next to hers. "It’s not possible...” "Now do you understand why I recognized you at first?”

That's when I saw him. Williams. Eva's father. Standing at the end of the dark hallway like a ghost. He was holding something a big picture frame. My heart stopped when I saw what was in it. Eva. My Eva. She was smiling in that photo, looking so young, so alive. Her eyes sparkled like she knew some wonderful secret. Her hair fell around her face just the way I used to love. She looked like nothing bad could ever touch her. God, how wrong that picture was.

She paused, "Evie, I want you to forgive your father, don't hold what he did against him…" "Mom, are you even asking me? After seeing such a hot stepdad, do you think I'll think twice about forgiving him? In fact, I support them," Her mom laughed, "Okay come and eat, the table should be set now." "That should wait till later, first, I should take a selfie beside these artifacts." Evie said and stood up. Every painting was one of its kind, and not everyone was allowed to see it, each cost millions of dollars to acquire. And not only the artifacts she would also take a selfie with her soon to be stepdad.