Drizella Descendants Novels & Stories

My name is Drizella, but you can call me Driz. A few years ago, my mother re-married for the sake of myself and my sister, Anastasia. Shortly after moving into my new step-fathers' home, he fell ill and we were left living with his daughter, Ella. Mother did not like having a third daughter to raise, so she moved Ella into the shed outside; "out of sight, out of mind," she would say. I pitied Ella, she seemed harmless to me.

But in the end the one who will celebrating it is her own blood related grand daughter Angela. "If he's not married we have a chance to become top tier family here in eastblue, if we manage to destroy their relationship all of you that singles young ladies here prepare your self to attract that mysterious young rich man!" she said greedily, "Yes mom. well do anything to get in touch to this young richman"! Drake added father of John and Dennise. "Yes all of us now will competitors, no matter who win we still cousins okay?" Dennise added "Yeah all of us who ever wins she wins"...

Ellemea said cynically. It was no secret that Dahlia and Drisellda were not close. Back when Dahlia and I were still an item, she told me that they just ‘never got along’. They used to live in Europe, but their paths were never aligned so Dahlia found herself in North America, and Drisellda, Spain.

Bosco muttered. Elliot turned. His eyes were sharp, calculating, nothing like the broken man he’d been months ago. “Not yet.” Bosco looked up slowly. “There’s still Julia,” Elliot said. The name hung between them. Bosco’s jaw tightened. “Don’t call her that.” Elliot walked back to the desk, lowering his voice. “Call her whatever you want. But the truth is simple. She’s Hurst Corp’s heiress. One of the wealthiest young women in the country. And she used to be our sister.”

There were ducks swimming on the lake while pigeons were on the ground pecking on the concrete floor looking for food i guess. I sat on a bench and leaned on the back rest. That guy has been following me for a week now, he introduced himself as Shan Zhao and that he was working for the imperial family. I almost laughed when i heard that, but he told me he was serious. I tried to be serious too and decided to listen to whatever he has to say which i shouldn't have done, what he said next was what made me laugh, rolling on the ground. "You are the descendant of the great Emperor. And the imperial family needs you. " He said.

“You’re not joking?” “No.” “Who is the girl?” Jessy asked, beginning to sound serious. Elang took a breath. “The daughter of Elena Whitmore and Nathan Drake Sebastian.” Jessy immediately fell silent. “What?” Her eyes widened. “Which child?” “The third child. Her name is Delya Lancaster.” “What?” Jessy was truly shocked this time. “Delya Lancaster? The daughter of that legendary designer? Queen Elisabeth?” Elang nodded. “Yes.” Jessy slowly shook her head, still in disbelief. “Elang… the Whitmore family is not an ordinary family. They are very selective.”