Descendants Mal And Ben Fanfiction 소설 & 이야기

Xander again nods. "Who is the beta's descendants?" Xander sighs. "Since I found out the cursed skipped me, I've been doing some digging and found out that Jerry Desmond is Beta Kirk Desmond's descendent," "Jerry? As in Julia's mate?" Xander nods. "You mean Dominic and Bane will have the same mate?" "Yes," "When will the curse end?" "When Caliana chooses a Caputo of the Demond's," "After all these years, she hasn't ever chosen a Caputo?"

Jasper followed silently behind him, the weight of the conversation with their father still sitting heavy on both their shoulders. The living room was quiet, but not empty. Tasha and Vivian were seated on the couch, their eyes immediately snapping to the brothers. “What did he say?” Vivian asked. Julian dropped the duffel bag on the table. “Everything. He told us everything.” Jasper let out a breath, like he’d been holding it the whole drive home. “Malcolm was worse than we imagined. It’s not just about the past, he’s been planning this for years.”

I froze. Maverick glanced at me, that teasing smirk spreading slowly across his face, and I wanted to melt, to scold or shove him away, and at the same time, I didn’t want to move. We complied mechanically, my fingers brushing against his, and my skin seemed to ignite with every accidental contact. “Good, good! This is fantastic!” Mum said, snapping a few more photos. “I can’t wait to print these. Maybe I’ll even put them in frames… oh, you’ll love this, Malia, I’ll make a little gallery!”

I glanced back at Kieran, who looked like he wanted to intervene but couldn't. "You're making a mistake," he mouthed. I knew. But terrible ideas were all I had left. This was happening. I was dating Barton Russo's daughter. And Mali was going to kill me.