Disney Descendants Evie's 4 Hearts Novels & Stories

My architecture of power. And someone entered my territory and stole my masterpiece. I return to the second monitor. The dossier I burned and reassembled dozens of times over the last six years is open to the page that always brings me back to the beginning: Evie Byrne, 24 years old. Irish nationality. Wife of Declan Callahan. Declared dead after a car accident. Body never recovered. Evie Byrne existed before me. She had history, memories, a daughter, a husband who marked her with teeth and possessed her with primitive brutality. She existed, and I erased her.

"You promised to take Evie to Disneyland. Got the tickets yet?" Evie's eyes lit up, nervous and excited. Connor tensed, his fingers tapping unconsciously on the armrest. "Not yet. Work's been crazy." Her excitement faded, but he added, "I'll get them after lunch. Pack tonight. We'll head out early tomorrow morning. Plenty of time to play." Evie beamed, whispering to me, "Dad loves me. He was just too busy. We're going to Disneyland together!" I ruffled her hair, feeling a mix of emotions. Connor had ditched us too many times. If he bailed again, it would crush her.

They couldn't fit. Eva—Eva Mills. The girl they had dismissed. The woman they had trampled. The ex-wife they had discarded like trash. The daughter of Bernard Mills. The heiress to one of the most powerful corporations in the country. Eva smiled. It wasn't arrogant. It wasn't triumphant. There was no gloating in it, no petty satisfaction at their shock. It was warm. Genuine. "Hey, Dad," she said softly, her voice carrying affection that contrasted sharply with the cold fury she'd directed at the Coopers. Then she turned her gaze to Austin and Kenny. "My dearest brothers."

Baxter tell him. “Nonsense, Let’s call this place to order and do it now. No sense in the two trips.” Augustus turns around and goes back to his seat. “We are here to witness a second mate trial. This time between Adam Kingston and Evie, I’m sorry what is your last name?” “Kingston, I took my mates name,” Evie stands tall and solid. “What was your former name, title and pack?” Baxter asks. “My former name was Evelyn Shaw, Princess of the Night Claw, daughter of Alpha Hendricks Shaw.”

Their story is coming later. Evie moved up to Massachusetts after her first two husbands were murdered. She marries Ink and Tank who are both first generation Saints. Tank has a younger adopted brother, Athos, who gets with Michelle and their story is also coming. Evie is the youngest of her family and her older brother, Law, joins her after he gets out of the Coast Guard. Nessie is Siobhan’s niece. Siobhan is married to Toad, and they have three sons, Lollipop, Brody and Gunner.

She was weird — and beautiful. “Well, I hope you have the courage now,” I said with a smile I usually don’t wear. She looked at me and then down. “I-I am Evie. Evie Davies.” “Well, welcome Evie. Now, why would he appoint you? I’ve never worked with a female assistant before. What’s so special in you?” She started thinking nervously. To be honest, I was also thinking about why Trev would appoint anyone? Did he do it for me? And does she know where he is?

Focused on it, Jim eased his way into the room around her. Stooping, he studied the images, mostly of her daughter. There was one of them together, holding a small fuzzy puppy that caught his eye. The girl was petite like her mother, but by his estimate, couldn’t have been more than five. But the photo captured his attention for another reason. Someone else took it. Who? “When was this?” Leaning around him, Teri glanced at the photo he indicated. “The day we got Evie,” she answered, deliberately vague. “One of my clients breeds Shelties. We happened to be there when a litter was ready for adoption. Evie was unclaimed and Zoe fell in love.”

“Thank you, Byron.” “I’m going to check on the kids and see what they want to do tonight.”Evie chuckled as she went deeper into the house. I followed Evie because standing in Shannon’s office like a dumbass sounded pathetic. Besides, I wanted to see the kids for longer than a few seconds. I liked her kids, and I never thought I’d like kids. When I was human, I found my little brother insufferable. But I like Shannon’s kids. I found the four smallest ones in the living room watching some cartoon I didn’t know while Kennedy was helping Evie clean up the table in the breakfast area while Shannon was in the kitchen pulling down a crystal vase for the roses.