Novel & Cerita Disney Descendants Monologue

“One – the Hawk, two – the Wolf, three – The Whitelock, in which my family, the Wolf, are the direct descendants of the original royal family. If I want to take over the throne at any time, no one can stop me. It’s not a threat but a reminder to all of you that I, Adolphus Wolf, don’t need underhand tactics to get what originally is mine.” The silence that fell in the throne room was filled with the suffocation and thickness of death. Sylvester was so shocked that he forgot to breathe. I looked at King Raymond and he looked like he would pass out at any time. “And one more thing.” I added it after some time in a very cold tone.

“This place is paradise!” Desiree instantly shifted gears. She replaced her irritated smirk by a bright, wide-eyed expression that could’ve fooled anyone who hadn’t just witnessed her performance. “Oh! Hi mom,” she chirped sweetly, rising to her feet like a well-trained debutante. “Where’s dad? Isn’t he coming down to join us?” Monica gave a light chuckle. “Elliot stayed up way too late watching American football. One of those playoff games, I think. He’s still catching up on sleep.”

I took my place on stage with Raymond, Leona, and Beatrice seated behind me. Miranda sat in the front row with her sketchpad, legs swinging, drawing birds. I smiled when I saw her, none of this seems to bother children. The cameras clicked. The livestream blinked red. I stepped to the mic. “Thank you for coming,” I began. “My name is Naomi Montego-Darlington, I’m a mother, a daughter, and the current steward of the most complicated legacy I’ve ever loved.” Whispers began, but I cared less. I continued.

Dark said in a calm tone that made my eyes widen. My jaw dropped. I stared at him, disbelief written all over my face. He simply gave me a playful wink and a grin as if he had planned this the entire time. I rolled my eyes, holding back a smile, and returned my attention to the kids. "Wow. Lucky." "Take us with you, alright?" "Did you hear that, little Kuznetsov? Disneyland in Florida next month!" "I am not deaf, Uncle Ace." "What the f—" "Shut up, Ace. Not in front of my daughter."

And that smile is so like Rand’s…his eyes too—what in all that was holy is going on here? “The message Mr. Monroe sent is…well, odd,” the preacher continued while looking uncomfortable. Her stomach rolled and she thought she might lose her breakfast, lunch and yesterday’s dinner. “Where is he?” she shouted. “He couldn’t make it. Seems like he is repeating what you did to him all those years ago!” The mouthy about to be mud stomped under Daisy’s boots woman shouted back in her thick Aussie accent. Daisy gulped and looked from her to the man standing next to her.

“Hey sweethearts, your mom asked me to check on you two. How are you feeling? First time in her home country! Pretty exciting, right?” Rosy rolled her eyes, clearly unimpressed. She turned her face away. Bryan didn’t even glance at Disney. His voice was flat and slightly cold. “Why won’t your ma’am check on her children herself? We got off the jet minutes ago, and she just left us with you and your minions.” Disney smiled tightly. She was used to their cold reception. They were rarely warm to anyone outside their mother.

I sniffed, inhaling the strong sweet scent deep within my lungs even as the repressed sensation of disappointment swelled over my chest, and I felt bitter once again. Still, I forced myself to smile despite my pain as another thought occupied my head: I was no more important than a descendant to Dicken, just like the crystals he had spread across various lands. Though he searched for me and protected me, he did all that to protect his blood which flows in my body—I am one of his few descendants, and the most disobedient at that.

the welp stuttered out. With solemn eyes, Dingo turned to me. "As you said, what in the world was I thinking? Keeping that false hope that my one and only blood would continue the family legacy and help this pack thrive. Instead, all I have as my successor is some puppet who believes the whole world revolves around him." To say the welp was in disbelief with what his own father had claimed of him was an understatement. "'Puppet'?! What do you mean 'puppet'?!"

Looking up to her father, a corner of her lips curled up. “I’m sorry, daddy. I don’t think I have the guts to be a monster, after all,” said Maleficent. The grand duke frowned from her out of the blue answer but the next thing they knew, the entire field was swallowed by darkness.

He says and I laugh. This must be a joke. “Oh, you think it’s funny?” Davina’s father asks. He actually sounds like a Santa Claus I met one time at the mall. “No, sir.” I say respectfully. “But I’m confused here, what do you mean?” I ask. “Truly, I thought you weren’t this dumb...Quincy, you’re fired. You’re no longer the CEO for FANTASY.”