Descendants Freddie Novels & Stories

It was definitely not wrong when he said he was the last direct descendant of the the Han Clan. She did not know where to start as there was so much that she needed to tell him. What little time they would have alone together would not be ample. Lord Henderson’s men were still looking for X. They would also have a very long journey to get back to the her residence. She decided that querying him would be the fastest. Instead of explaining everything she would just fill in the missing pieces.

" I'm really sorry I didn't tell you. I really didn't like the fuckin kid. He has always been a dick including his whore mother." You know the funny part. I didn't notice Freddie's last name is Carter. I mean I know it's Carter but how am I supposed to know he's Gray's younger step brother. He said he screwed him up , that should explain the cut above Freddie's eyebrows and jaw. " This is crazy." " Yeah. It is." I look up at his eyes and they're not leaving mine. " This is complicating. Why does it have to be so ? Did you mom ever cheated on your dad ? I mean dated someone before or maybe after your father died."

“I think I got this talent from my third grandmother's inheritance.” “Huh? How?” Venus said didn't understand. “What do you mean by the third grandmother?” “My grandma’s grandma’s grandma,” Virzash answered confused. Apparently he saw the blank expression of Venus, because he then explained, “My grandmother has a grandmother. Well, my grandmother's grandmother has another grandmother. That grandma is what I mean.” Shad chuckled irritably. “That's not important, you know?!” Shad retorted seriously. “The important thing is, you become like us!”

Even though it was difficult for me to speak due to weakness and vertigo, I still tried to talk to him. "Don't leave me please. Not now, I beg," I cried and whispered before I completely fainted again. "Mom, will dad be happy in heaven?" Rafael asked innocently while looking at his grave. From his behind, I walked closer to his spot and lowered so we I could level to his height. I stroked his hair and smiled as he turned to me. "Yes baby, everyone, who is in God’s place, is happy," I answered and kissed his forehead. He sighed before looking at the tombstone again.

"Yes, there are a lot of things going on. I'm a descendant of a god, right? so, I don't have to keep my promise to the demon!" ***

Many times I have given up hope, only for it to be reignited at the last moment. Freddie and his new mate will go on to create one of the most powerful packs in history, a pack that realises their true power and the latent gifts of their ancient lineage. As far as I am aware, they have no idea who they descend from or that their union will set into motion a series of events that will shape the lives of so many.

Camden nodded. "I removed your access from the company." Freddie looked ready to explode. "You can't do that!" "I already did." The room fell silent. --- "You are my son!" Freddie shouted. "I deserve a place in that company!" Camden's expression hardened. "No." The single word hit like a slap. "You deserve nothing you haven't earned." Freddie's face turned red. "I spent my entire life preparing to inherit everything." Camden laughed. A cold laugh. "You spent your life partying."

"Tyler, even though your family's rich, that's all thanks to your dad's inheritance. You're just living off your father's money, pretending to be some big shot. What's there to be proud of? If it wasn't for Rebecca, I wouldn't even bother wasting my time with someone as dumb as you!" In my past life, Freddie had said the same thing, and I had groveled at his feet for hours, begging him to come home with us, which he reluctantly agreed. His nose had been so high in the air, you'd think he was the real heir to the Hale Group's fortune. I couldn't help but snort as I dropped Freddie's suitcase onto the ground.

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.

I just finished reading the last book when I started to write Descent for real! The title when this was still a draft was actually ‘Can’t Help Falling (In Love With You)’ because I was listening to the same song only the dark version at the time. But I got annoyed because I felt it was too freaking long to be a title. For a time, I settled calling the story "Fall from Grace" in my head but it still felt wrong... so when I searched for a synonym, the meaning of the word descent.. clicked; it feels like it perfectly sums up the entire plot.