Evie From Descendants Mom Novels & Stories

Eva lay out a heavy and tired sigh as it dawned on her, finally believing that her brothers were truly gone. Her mom who was watching the whole time, picked her up from the ground to the table and dropped food in front of her. Her mother let out a soft sigh, her maternal instincts betraying her resolve to despise Eva. “I know you don’t like me and you know I don’t like you, but if you don’t eat you won’t have the energy to keep hating me. Don’t eat because I asked you too, at least eat so you can keep hating me” Eva mom said and left for her bedroom.

“But here’s the interesting part, she refused to drop her family’s name. Their sons were still recorded as Lucian and Liam Lockwood. That means the bloodline didn’t fade out with her.” Her tone shifted, becoming more urgent, “And guess what I found about Lucian…” My heart skipped a beat. “What?” “Lucian and Liam Lockwood were hunters just like their mother, but the line that ties directly to your mother comes from Lucian. Each generation after him carried only a single heir… until now.” Vanya’s jaw tightened as she looked at me. “Which makes you, Earis… a direct descendant of Elena Lockwood,” I had barely swallowed that information before her phone rang. She grabbed it immediately, smiling.

I’ve missed so much of her life. “Ora. I have the privilege of introducing you to Evangeline. The Witch Queen of Europe. Your mom.” Ora drops the mugs she is holding and loses her smile. “Mom?” she whispers. I can’t speak. I responded by nodding my head and moving closer to her with a few steps. She rushes toward me and within seconds, my arms are wrapped around my baby. I don’t care that she is now a woman. She will always be my baby.

Avie complained and pointed at her older brother who was just silently looking at Avie. Avionna obviously inherited my attitude, while Eveanna has, Saint's. While Avionna's eyes are inherited from Saint, the other one is brown while the other one is red. Evie is very different from Avie because she has no interest in dolls. And he prefers to follow Saint's footsteps in becoming a mafia boss. Yes, they knew. Because Saint explained to her. Both of them are smart and they quickly understood the situation they were in. "Duh. Avie is just being a crybaby Dad. That's not scary, and I am just telling a fact." Evie said, even I can tell that Evie is really scary when she grows up. She'll be a great

"Who would have thought, indeed. I spent so many Christmases alone, scared, or pretending everything was fine… This one feels like a dream I’m afraid of waking up from." Eilleen, Evie’s mother, entered the kitchen with her usual elegant and warm demeanor. Her silver hair was perfectly pinned in a bun, and she carried a tray of homemade sweets fresh from the oven. "My second daughter!" she exclaimed, pulling me into a tight, vanilla-scented hug full of maternal love. "Look how beautiful you are. And look at this house… full of life, children running around, laughter, real love. You deserve this, Maeve. After everything that monster of a father did to you, after so much pain, you’ve built some

"You don't deserve to be here! When Evie was alive, you treated her with cold cruelty. Now that she's gone, you have no right to stand at her grave. Don't you dare sully her resting place!" My parents' faces turned ashen. They opened their mouths, but no words came. Defeated, they turned and shuffled away in disgrace. Kenneth came, too. He lingered far off in the corner, watching the scene with a complicated expression, but he never found the courage to step closer. Dad's hair turned white overnight, and his health deteriorated rapidly. He took to his bed and never rose again. A deep, unmovable despair filled his eyes. Mom lost her sanity. Day after day, she clutched my photograph, laughing

My mom lowered her head uneasily as she begged, "Please, Ms. Lane, you must have convinced Mr. Grant, right? Please tell him that I just want to get Liddy's belongings back… Please, even if it's only because Liddy gave you her kidney…" Eva scoffed when she heard that. "And so what if she gave me her kidney? She owed me that much!" She had just finished speaking when she violently shoved my mom forward. She had a ferocious look on her face. With a thud, my mom crashed onto the ground. The urn she was holding rolled out of her hands as well. My mom's eyes were filled with anger as she threw herself forward to pick up the urn. Eva quickly noticed the urn, and her expression shifted. When my mom

“What you’re saying is… my mother was born through your crazy experiment. And the only reason you didn’t kill her… is because her life is linked to yours?” He chuckled, the sound brittle but smug. “Ah. Finally, you’re listening.” I slammed the butt of my gun into his jaw. His head snapped sideways, blood splattering across the cold steel floor. “I said talk,” I growled. “Explain. Everything.” He groaned, coughed, then smiled again his teeth red. “Your mother was my masterpiece. Project EVE. Designed, not born. Her DNA was reconstructed from the strongest hybrid sequences I collected wolf, vampire, and human. She was never meant to live as one of them. She was meant to lead them. Control them

She rushed forward, her hands outstretched. “Evie!!” Evie stirred, lifting her head. “Mommy. Kazi said we can go home.” Ariel’s eyes snapped to mine, wide with surprise and a flicker of something else, gratitude? Disbelief? She took Evie from my arms, holding her close, murmuring soothing words into her hair.

Julian moved protectively in front of Dani. "Who are you?" The woman inclined her head. "My name is Evelyn Rowe." Ethan's eyes widened. "Rowe?" She smiled. "The granddaughter of Dr. Abraham Rowe." She looked at Victor. "And the woman who removed him from power." Victor lowered his gaze. "You came yourself." "I had to." Her eyes returned to Dani's stomach. "After all..." "...it's not every day we welcome the first child of the next generation." Dani's heart pounded. Julian's hand tightened around hers.