Drizella Descendants Novels & Stories

"Do you wanna go up and get some rest?" "I think we need to figure out... all of this first," I say, motioning to the things we looted from the mansion. "The family tree... we did figure out that something is amiss. Tristan is nowhere near there, unless he's not using his real name." "All the younger generation kids are females," Carlos points out. "Tabitha is the next in line, a direct descendant of the throne. Marsha and Priscilla are the cousins. They are not marked dead here. So I don't know. I feel like Tristan could be using a fake name but that doesn't confirm that he's part of the family tree."

“She… she's not like that.” “Oh, yeah?” Ildara snorted. She began to unpack the contents of the suitcase; the rest contained only clothes and several necklaces with black stones. “Listen, Venus.” Ildara emphasized when saying the name of Venus. “I'm telling you a legendary true story in Dasina. Amerta is Bizura; his grandfather Giris Druiksa is Bizura; Langit is also Bizura. Then one day, somehow they, Amerta and Langit, were involved in one-night-stand love. And you were born—someone that everyone just knew—Venus the princess of Bizura. The only pure Bizura descendant; not just crossbreed. Then—”

“What do you want, Jezara?” She turned, the corner of her lip curled. “Castillo Holdings.” Darius blinked. “Excuse me?” “You heard me,” she replied smoothly, removing her gloves and tossing them onto the table like a gauntlet thrown. “You and I both know Nirvana is... no longer a problem. Let’s not pretend she’ll ever be coming back to take her place as rightful heir.” He inhaled sharply. His fists clenched at his sides. “Don’t say her name with that mouth. You don’t deserve to speak it.”

Drake adds. All of us guys are sitting here waiting for the girls to get back. Mom, Aunt Elysia, Silas’s mom, Ty, Reyna, Elayni, Laryssa, Valanya, and Dazriel all went shopping. I am not sure how they got Dazriel to go, but they did. I think Ty had a lot to do with convincing her to go. We all laughed when she said she was going with them. Dazriel is like a sister to me since the five of us grew up together, but she is not exactly very girly. From what Dray said was that they went shopping for Salaria’s baby shower. I knew that they were excited about that. We are due to head up to the castle as soon as Aunt Elysia’s cousin gets here. “Do do we want to place any bets on which one of

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.

"As I listened to my brother, the one who attacked the Grisean palace, I got the impression that your power was similar to Astria though you got something more..." "I didn't know I had that ability until Karylla, Dax's sister, challenged my anger. "Dax's sister. But I believe you are his sister, too. You have an undeniable resemblance. If your hair is red, you could be mistaken as Astria's daughter." Izabella laughed. "I'm not sure if that is good or bad. How is he?" "Do you mean Dreksil?" She nodded shyly. "As I've mentioned, he's a King now, and his military force dictating he chooses a queen so he can have an heir. So far, I have not heard he chose one yet. And if he'd known, he has kids

We all speak at the same time. Groaning, I spoke. I told them everything that has happened in less than forty-eight hours. I told them about the crown and necklace I bought and everything that had happened to me. Mrs. White’s prediction, leaving out that they were shifters because I didn’t want anything to happen to them. “Wow, she really could be the King’s daughter! Drac! Do you know what this means?” Mika said, excitement laced his tone. “We can finally go home!” Drac said in a mocking tone. He didn’t sound as happy, but then again, he’s never happy. He was a hot, brody, sexy man. He was hotter than Mika with his angel attitude and wanna be looks.

She spoke to me. "Drake is an Alpha. And he is from Alpha Kendrick's descendant." I widened my eyes. "He is a son of Alpha Kendrick?" I asked trying to be sure. "Yes." "But how? How did that happen? How? What about Desmond? We all know Desmond to be the real son here. So what happened? How did that happen?"

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.

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.”