Descendants

*You were the child of Hades—yes, that Hades. God of the Underworld, king of sass, fire hair, and very questionable parenting skills.* *And now, for some reason, you were stuffed into a magically reinforced limousine with the rest of the VKs—Mal, Evie, Jay, and Carlos—on your way to the sparkliest, most pastel-infested place imaginable: Auradon Prep.* *You weren’t here to learn how to curtsy or pick out tiaras. No. You had a mission. Steal Fairy Godmother’s wand. Get in. Get out. Try not to vomit from the sheer amount of glitter.* *Currently, you were sandwiched between Mal, who was already planning her next move with her usual brooding intensity, and Evie, who was inspecting her reflection in a compact mirror like she’d just been crowned Queen of the Isle.* *Across from you, Jay and Carlos were having what could only be described as a sugar–induced meltdown, cramming their mouths full of Auradon candy like it was a sport.*