Descendants Mad Hatter's Daughter Novels & Stories

I followed the group outside, feeling a little reluctant. I reflected on the glimpse of Beatrice I had just witnessed. As we walked out of the building toward the front of the main one, a Maserati entered the courtyard, casually parking without any regard for rules. A glamorous woman stepped out of the car. After getting out, she removed the sunglasses from her face and looked at us arrogantly with an air of superiority. This must be the legendary Hazelyn Marrow, daughter of the Chandler family.

A small smile crept onto his lips. He turned to his mother. “And if that coma doesn’t end you,” he muttered darkly, “I will finish the job myself.” Margaret smiled as she raised her glass toward him. “See?” she said. “I told you our plan would work.” She chuckled coldly. “Too bad that little girl was in the car as well.” Both of them laughed. As if Lily wasn’t Margaret’s own granddaughter… And Dante’s daughter. Back at the Ashfords’ Mansion

“She was merely a stray I permitted to walk beside me for an hour. Do with her as you please.” With that, the old wolf turned his back on her, scurrying toward the gambling tables as if she were a plague-bearer. “Do you know my lineage?” Madison bellowed as she was dragged toward the exit. “I am a daughter of the Lawson House! My father will have your heads for this!” Lucas didn't even blink. He took a slow sip of his wine, his expression bored. “I care nothing for your house or your name. Tell your father he is welcome to come and argue with me personally.”

She nodded, her eyes shimmering with unspoken words, and began to speak. “My mother was the Mad King’s niece,” May began, her voice steady but tinged with unease. “She wasn’t a direct descendant, not by any stretch. The bloodline was distant, diluted, but she was still a Moonchild. That much was undeniable.” Her words hung in the air, heavy with implication. I said nothing, letting her continue at her own pace. “We didn’t have compulsion or any of the Moonchild abilities in my lineage,” she added quickly, almost as though reassuring herself.

“Kill me? Charlotte Hart? Do they think I’m some weak little girl they can conspire against? Let them try.” Her sharp smile faded but was soon replaced with cold smirk. Jimmy lowered his head, both out of respect and unease. He knew better than to underestimate Charlotte’s wrath. She could be a killing machine if she wished. She was true heir of Nicholas’ Hart. Nobody knew what the heir of Nicholas Hart looked like… some believed that it was Nathanieal (Leon) Hart who inherited the mafia from his father but nobody knew that it was his eldest daughter. With a steel resolve, Charlotte turned to the window from where she could see Sebastian lying unconscious. “They thought they could get rid

The raw version of the unscented one. Agony ripped through our bodies, sending waves of excruciating pain coursing through our premature veins. Both of us writhed in agony, as we yelled, and it echoed off the sterile walls of the lab. We even begged her to stop, but she wouldn’t, and she just blankly continued her deadly experiments. By the time she was done, I was so infuriated that I had another blast attack. Killing everyone in the room except for little Janelle. Is this why Hatchett’s so mad at me? I actually unconsciously killed her parents. I do admit though.. Knowing it now, I didn’t regret it. She deserved it! Who knows how many children she experimented on! “What to know a little se

"Why do you keep treating Beatrice like that? If you regreted how you handled things with her the first time all those years ago, why did you keep being a jerk to her even after mom passes away?" My father remained silent, looking down in to the glass he was holding. I let out a sigh and ran my right hand down my face. "I found my second chance mate." I commented. My father immediately snapped his eyes back to mine and I could see a small fliker of hope in them. "You're serious?" He asked, a smile slowly crawling up his face. "It's Mina. Haden's daughter." My father's smile quickly disappeared and he leans back on his seat.

He nodded. “She made sure the child got away safely, and since that time no one has ever been able to find any of her descendants, but not for lack of trying. Many want the curse reversed after all. But you” he paused, looking for the right words. “You know of her, without us telling you; you see her, and you have her silver hair. I’m betting you are a lost descendant.” Oh. Oh. Shit. So what did that mean then, were my parents also her descendants? Did they even know? My world was getting shaken up like a bad bag of shake and bake and I was less than thrilled.

Matilda's POV After briefing Lydia about our plan and how to free her brother from Olivia, she suggested someone perfect for the job. Kate Madson. She is the daughter of Henry Madson, another rich, powerful and influential man in the city. His wife passed while giving birth to Kate and ever since he had not married another but doted on his daughter. There have been multiple scandals where people suspected he was having an affair with his own daughter because of how close he was to her. Well, very few had the privilege of seeing the face of his daughter as she always wore a mask when in public or in front of the cameras with her father. He never cared about those scandals. He did nothing abou

" Well, they said we got an urgent meeting. How is your dad doing? " " Very well, Sir. Thank you " " You are welcome, my dear. And when do you arrive? " Before Julian could reply, Hattie cut in. " She returns this morning only to cause havoc " Mr Garcia turns slightly to Hattie and then glares at her. " I never asked a question from you. Are you Julian, the daughter of Atlas? " This question makes the health consultant team chuckle mockingly at Hattie. Asher could see everyone from where he sat quietly.