Descendants Mad Hatter's Daughter Novels & Stories

"So Alice's mother is the legal wife, and Mrs. Spencer is the mistress? Holy—this is insane." My high school deskmate gripped the nail-art knife she had used to injure me, her face darkening as she muttered again and again, How? How is this possible? How is she not the illegitimate one? Why isn't she the illegitimate one? It can't be. It must be fake." Desmond thought for a long moment, then helped me up from the floor. But the words that came out of his mouth almost made me laugh from sheer disbelief. "Vivian is also my daughter. She's your sister. She's suffered so much all these years. From now on, you need to take good care of her.

“Don’t worry. I’ll get to the bottom of this matter.” Yorick and Madam Vanderbilt were informed that their daughter and granddaughter had encountered an accident and traveled to Bassburgh overnight. When it came to the moment to claim his daughter’s body from the morgue, Yorick turned his head away as he did not dare to look straight at her.

"At least my brother is a direct descendant of the Damien's, so he is of course on her level!" The status of a direct descendant was a sore spot of Sahara's, as she only managed to secure her position as heir after putting in tremendous effort, so she would never allow anyone to uproot her position as the lady of the house. Pointing a finger at Hilda and Linux, she yelled, "That is all wishful thinking! You guys will never be acknowledged as a Damien!" Glaring at Sahara, Hilda almost got into a fight with her when a hand gently dragged her away. Linux gave her a pat on the shoulder before saying, "Come on, let's go meet Master Dgoldz."

If Dexie didn’t have those Hansley Corporation shares… I would’ve crushed her long ago. “Of course, Mom,” Susan replied sweetly. “She’s Roger’s daughter, after all. I should be good to her, too.” Mrs. Zellweger said nothing. She knew exactly what her son was scheming. There was no point in provoking Dexie outright, not yet. Once everyone had settled around the dining table, Regina and Marcus finally came downstairs. “Dexie.” Regina’s voice was soft, cautious, the perfect image of a well-behaved daughter.

The maid in charge of the invites replied, "We sent it to him a couple of days ago. Did you forget about it, miss?" "No, I just wanted to make sure," said Cheryl. "After all, we sent it a long time ago. Did the Morrisons not give us a reply? They should tell us if they're coming or not so that we can make preparations." "Preparations? What sort of preparations?" said someone in a rather peculiar tone. "Are you going to seduce him or something?" Cheryl turned around to see an arrogant young woman with her arms crossed. It was Moira Hackett, the eldest daughter in the youngest generation of Hacketts.

‘The Emperor didn't say you should keep this matter a secret from her. Venus shook her head, smiling eerily. Langit knew that whoever could save baby Venus from darkness was no ordinary person and, whoever it was, would be a more dangerous threat to her. More serious than just her daughter Venus, the Bizura who is said to be a descendant of darkness.

Jacob said, "No… It's not like that… I didn't plant any Witchbugs on her. I just gave her… a drug that would make her absent-minded. It wouldn’t kill her." Jenson said, "Did Madam Nephele give you the drug? Do you know Madam Nephele’s true identity? She’s a descendant of the infamous Poison Doctor and is an expert in putting others in harm's way. I can’t believe that you’re on her side!" Jacob fell to the ground. At that moment, the Witchbugs in Madam Charlotte's body bit through her skin and crawled out. Baby Robbie noticed it immediately and yelled, "The Witchbugs are out. Let’s hurry up and dispose of the corpse. Otherwise, there’ll be endless troubles for all of us."

Winston asked. "Not just trouble. A disaster," Tudor replied, sighing deeply. "What is it?" asked Gerard, looking curious. "He killed Adam Ferdukh's only daughter!" complained Tudor. Winston looked calm. Gerard was sure his brother heard the news before coming here. "They certainly won't keep quiet," Winston said. "What are you going to do?" asked Gerard. He was more curious about his father's plan. Because Ferdukh was not an ordinary person. It could be said that in the underground world, Ferdukh was famous for having no mercy. Especially when it comes to his only daughter.

Harrise. Eda Harrise, my mother, was part of the Shadow Knight Organization but…but…it was hard to gather my thoughts as I read the files onward. Daughter of Michael and Kiara Harrise, The Third Heir. My heart started to pound in my ears. Then I scrambled to the next file frantically.

Before I pulled the trigger, I could see the same guard take a step towards me, probably to plead for his life again, and so I turned and shot him on the leg, shooting the traitor immediately after. Speaking of Traitor's, there's another one here. The daughter of the traitor I hated the most. At first, a part of me didn't want to have her pay but I believe in the words that the ‘the child shall pay for the sins of the father'. Walking towards her cell, I opened it only to see her laying there looking unconscious. Shocked and confused, I ran to her and she was indeed unconscious. “Call Theodore now!” I yelled out to everyone and no one in particular to call the doctor as I raised her up.