Evie From Descendants Mom Novels & Stories

More than okay. I didn't need Marcus. Didn't need a partner. Had my family. My mom. Thomas. Leo. Had my daughter. My work. My life. Full. Complete. Whole. Not perfect. But mine. --- Last week, Evie had asked about Marcus. "Mama, will dada ever live with us again?" "No, baby girl. Dada lives in his own house. We live in ours." "Good. I like our house. Just us." "Me too."

Evie continued. “Your mother and I used to be close. We were inseparable, like sisters, playing, getting into all sorts of trouble with our powers. It warms my heart to see you alive and well even though she is no longer with us.” She paused to swallow, and after a moment’s consideration, stepped forward once more, with more caution this time as she glanced at Hector. Then, slowly, she stretched her hand out to me for a handshake that I hesitated to take.

“We need to talk. I found a lead.” “What now?” Sam asked, his patience clearly wearing thin. Genevieve’s gaze shifted between us before she settled on Sam. “I’ve been doing some digging into Evelyn’s family like you asked me to. I found something.” Sam leaned against the armrest of the couch, crossing his arms. “Go on.” Genevieve pulled out her phone, scrolling until she found what she was looking for. “Evelyn’s mother isn’t just anyone. She’s a Caradelli.”

She could be with family. The doors opened, and Kaiden marched in, heading straight toward me and looking me over before grunting in satisfaction that I was fine. The woman behind him was beautiful and easily recognizable as a descendant of Juliana. “Is this her?” I asked, stepping forward and reaching out toward the bundle in Evangeline’s arms. “No,” Evangeline snapped, at the same time that Kaiden said, “Yes.” I glanced between the two as they glared at one another before ignoring them both as the baby started to stir.

she heaved a sigh of relief. At least she didn't disgrace herself. Blake stood up from the bed, following after her, a wide grin on his lips. This woman was so much fun. *** Evie sat in front of the two, her father and her soon to be step-mother, even though it's been months already, she still couldn't get over the fact that this man right here, the man she grew up thinking was perfect, the man she wanted to be like, the man she wanted her children to be like actually cheated on her mom.

“Aw, come on sweetheart! Don’t be mad at me. I’m just trying to bring you back to earth. You’ve got your first assignment and you want drama. The job isn’t like that. There isn’t any drama. It’s hard slog, talking to people, finding things out. Little by little, inch by inch. Building up the story, one brick at a time. You’re doing fine. Talk to the people who know him next. What about his ex-wife? His receptionist maybe? The woman at the charity dinner? The guys at the golf club? You’re only beginning, Evi. You haven’t got anything yet. Don’t kid yourself. Okay?” She sighed. “Okay Aiden. When are you coming down then?” “That’s more like my Evi. Not this weekend but maybe next. Best I can do

Her body shivered at the memory of Aiden whom she had left without feeling five months ago. Even though she didn't want to, like it or not, Nathania had to join in welcoming the arrival of King Ellios and Fotia's entourage who were known as descendants of cursed demons. They stood up, welcoming the King and the royal family who got off the horse-drawn carriage that was carrying them. The king, Ellios, Queen Mother Katerina, the four daughters of the king, Duke Felix, his wife and son, Marco got off the horse-drawn carriage.

Can we just move on already? "Yeah of course. You should bring Evie by sometimes; we could have diner together." Dad said. Wait did he say Evie? "You might know her Ashton, she is your age. Dark brown hair, green eyes." Shit she is their daughter. "Oh yeah, uhm I think I've seen her. I think she's in my history class." I replied. After a small conformation, the Cross' left and I went to my room. I invited the she wolf again to take my mind of Evie. She was just a quick fuck, not even good. I had to keep thinking about Evie, to even get hard. I was not a bit satisfied so just threw her out of my room and took a shower to get off.

Mum’s eyes darkened as she sighed deeply. “She did, but not completely. She lives between the land of the living and the realm of the dead. She only emerges when her descendants summon her.” “Her descendants? How do we find her descendants? Do you know of any?” my brows furrowed. “There’s a descendant of hers you and I know.” “Really? Who?” I asked. Mum went silent, as if weighing the effect of the words that were about to leave her mouth. She cleared her throat, as if she was preparing for a war that was about to emerge.

"Kate, Aunt Evie left this for you," Marcus said. It was a suicide note. Kate's eyelashes were damp, and her face was streaked with tears. She took the letter with shaking hands. Evie's handwriting was beautiful. She wrote, "Kate, my darling daughter, I've been happy being your mother for nearly 30 years. You fulfilled every dream I had of motherhood and made me the envy of all women. They all admired me for having a beautiful, intelligent, polite, kind, and considerate daughter. I was incredibly proud and honored.