Disney Descendants Evie's 4 Hearts Novels & Stories

“As in Evangeline Crocker.” I freeze, my body turning to ice as a cold child runs up and down my spine. How can such a warm and generous person, a woman who had wanted to adopt me, be related to my greatest enemy? Is the universe so cruel? “Oh yes, little Evie is my niece. She took my brother’s spot as a Legacy I believe. Do you know her? How is she doing? Are you two friends?” She seems to have no idea what kind of a demon spawn her niece has become. I wonder if she ever really knew her, despite being family

he asked, and Evie smiled at his words. “Not my dad— my dad’s money and my real mom’s money,” she answered, and she told him about Everly’s inheritance that she would get when she turned eighteen in a few months. “But how did she think she could get your money?” James was confused, and Evie had to tell him about how she was hypnotized into forgetting the abuse she received when she was young, and how she was also brainwashed into thinking that Vivienne was her biological mother. But due to her recent accident and head injury, she had been freed.

His Evie. Now, here they are, continuing to heal from the past and growing their family, all the while remembering the people they lost. Their family laughed and cooed, tears pooling in their eyes as the held Genevieve's hands and took turns holding the child. And as she closed her eyes in weariness, she was almost sure that she could hear her mother's voice cooing with the rest of the family, hand gently rubbing the soft top of the baby's head. In her mind, Astrid was there, as well as a soft glow of light surrounding them. Her first born.

Rolled her eyes at Evie, snapped her gum at me, turned on her heel and left again. Made me wonder just how common these emo outbursts really were. Still, I could feel Alex twitching in the bracelet and knew Evie, no matter her issues and crazy notions, had a good heart. I adored her, despite herself. And I still had the promise to her grandson to fulfill. She didn't give me a chance, sweeping to her feet like an opera diva called to her cue. She patted my head, gave me a wavering smile. "Thank you, dear," she said. "So lovely of you to care."

he said, his voice flat, devoid of any emotion. "What? No, no way," I cried out, my voice choked with disbelief. The memories of my father, his laughter, his pride, his unwavering belief in the company, flooded my mind. I saw his nameplate, a polished piece of wood engraved with his name, sitting on the desk, a silent testament to his legacy. Dawzon approached the desk, his movements calm and deliberate. He picked up the nameplate, his fingers tracing the engraved letters, and flipped it over.

Friends had vanished like morning dew under harsh sun. She sat on the bench, her bag beside her, and pulled out the newspaper clipping she'd kept for six years, four months, and twelve days. The paper had yellowed, the creases worn so deep they nearly split the image in half. But the photo remained clear enough. Eva Brown, radiant in white, surrounded by four beautiful children and a handsome husband. *"Sinclair and Brown Heiress and Graves Industries CEO quadruplets had their six birthday celebration"* the headline declared.

"If I cannot reach you. If the shadows fail. You don't aim for the leg, Evelyn. You aim for the heart." Evie looked at the beautiful, deadly thing in her hand. It was the final piece of her transformation. "I won't miss," she promised. *** As they prepared to exit the secret room, the monitors on the wall suddenly hummed to life. It wasn't a security feed. It was a broadcast being sent to every screen in the mansion. It was a video of the hospital where Evie’s mother was staying. But it wasn't Damien or Ravenna on the screen. It was Julian Vane, the head of the Syndicate’s military arm. He was sitting in a chair next to Evie’s mother bed, holding a detonator.

Cindy quickly brought us two Budweiser then left to serve some other patrons. “You ok, you’re awful quiet,” I asked when we were alone. “Yeah, just Evie’s parents are on us to settle down and have kids. It’s driving Evie mad. We just don’t see the rush. We’re only twenty-four,” “Yeah, I think if I met my mate tonight, my mom would want us to try for a baby tomorrow. Is Evie coming for a drink?” “No, she’s still at the hospital.” Brett’s mate Evie works at the hospital in the human town, training to be a nurse.

Harry's voice became hoarse as he finally let his tears down. “I forget everything and want you to do the same. Our new life is the best that I can imagine. I didn’t know that you still had that imaginary revenge in your head. But yeah, I guessed our story is not in this one.” He smiled softly while his nephew looked at him with sadness and tears brimming in his eyes. ** Three months later.. Evie was playing with the house cat she found near the forest in one of the backyard gardens of the huge mansion. The white castle. That was what Evie liked to call this place and Alex call it their home.

I lowered my gaze and pinned my eyes on my mother. “But for a smart person, she seemed not that smart when it comes to using her heart,” he continued. I scoffed. “I guess I inherited that from her.” “She fell in love with Danny, De Lara’s only heir,” he stopped again and tilted his head to look at me; his eyes were apologizing. “When she got pregnant with your mom, Eve’s true identity was kept in public, and with Danny already married and had his adorable daughter, Eden, Mina and Eve were sent away. But when your grandmother passed away, Eve came back, not hoping for his father’s acceptance but at least helping her survive.”