Novels by Evey

(Damon's POVIt feels like fate always finds a way to bring me where I need to be.Here I was, just trying to get something filling before heading home, and now she’s right in front of me again.She looked different under the fluorescent light of the fast food joint with hair pulled back, apron tied neatly and the faintest trace of exhaustion beneath her eyes. But it was her. The same soft tone, the same spark in her eyes when she smiled at me like she didn’t even realize she was undoing me.I felt my lips twitch into a faint, involuntary smirk as she greeted me warmly, completely unaware of the storm she’d just pulled me into.“So,” I asked, leaning on the counter, pretending to study the menu. “You work here now? How come I’ve never seen you here before?”She chuckled softly, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “I’m new. Started just a few days ago.”“That explains it,” I said.For a moment, I just watched her. The easy way she moved and the lightness in her tone was int

(Emma's POV)I balanced the phone between my shoulder and ear as I scrubbed at a coffee stain on my counter. Evelyn’s voice chirped through the receiver, cheerful as always.“So, how’s the new job? Don’t tell me you’ve quit already.”I laughed, though it came out tired. “No, I haven’t quit. It’s… going well.”That was a lie, sort of. It wasn’t bad, just not what I’d imagined when I thought of ‘new beginnings.’ The work at Burger Haven wasn’t exactly glamorous, but at least it was work. In a day, I’d memorized the menu, managed to survive the lunch rush, and no longer panicked every time the cash register beeped at me like an angry robot. So, progress.“That’s good to hear,” Evelyn said, her tone softening with relief. “I was beginning to worry you’d start job-hopping. You’ve got to find somewhere to settle, Emma. Routine is important.”“I know, I know.” I rinsed the rag, wringing it out with one hand. “I’m trying.”There was a pause on her end. I could almost see her lips pursing as s

(Damon's POV)I just finished a long meeting, and my brain felt like it had been wrung dry.The conference room had emptied five minutes ago, leaving behind the faint scent of coffee and the echo of too many voices arguing over logistics. I leaned back in my chair, loosening my tie with one hand. The overhead lights felt too bright, drilling into my skull.Theo walked in before I could even take a breath.“I’ve got something important to say about the quarterly—”I cut him off, raising a hand. “If this has anything to do with another meeting, or numbers, or reports, save it for five minutes. I need my brain to stop throbbing first.”He paused, then smirked a little. “Actually… it’s not about the meeting. Abel’s here.”That made me look up.I straightened, the exhaustion in my body replaced by a sharper kind of alertness. “Send him in.”Theo nodded, disappearing out the door. A few seconds later, it opened again, and Abel stepped inside.He looked grim, more than usual. Abel wasn’t the

(Emma's POV)I was pissed.Two days ago, I applied for a job at a café downtown. It was a little place called Velvet Bean, where the smell of roasted coffee spilled onto the sidewalk and the baristas always looked too cheerful for that hour of the morning. I dressed nice, smiled, and tried to sound confident even though my stomach was twisted into knots. The manager, a chubby guy with a greasy mustache, had barely looked at my résumé before his eyes dropped to my chest.And now, I’d just gotten an email saying the position had already been filled.Then why the hell did that pervert let me stand there while he ogled me like a damn menu item?I kicked the corner of my small wooden table, instantly regretting it when pain shot through my toe. “Stupid asshole,” I muttered, grabbing my cold cup of coffee.If I’d known he was going to waste my time, I would’ve stabbed his beady eyes out with a pencil.My morning had only gone downhill from there.The call with Evelyn was torture.She’d bee

(Damon's POV)I could still recall the encounter from this morning. I didn’t look back. I couldn’t.Every part of me ached to turn around, to chase after her and pull her against me and just breathe. But I kept walking, fists clenched tight at my sides, every step away from her feeling like betrayal.My pulse was still pounding through my chest like gunfire. That voice, her voice still lingered in my ears. Her questioning gaze had carved into me, clean and merciless.She didn’t remember me.The realization made me dizzy. After everything, after all the nights I had spent searching, the months of silence and guilt, she had looked me right in the eyes and seen a stranger.By the time I reached my car, my throat was dry and my heartbeat loud enough to drown out the world.Theo glanced over from the passenger seat, confused. “Uh… where are the groceries?”I didn’t answer. My hand hovered over the door handle, my reflection faint on the window.“Drive,” I said finally, my voice quiet, cont

The question seemed to wound him. His jaw tightened, but his reply came calmly, his tone steady. “You just look like someone I knew.”Something about the way he said it made me hesitate. There was sadness there. Longing, even.“Oh,” I said awkwardly, offering a polite smile. “I get that a lot, I think.”He didn’t answer, just watched me for a moment longer before giving a tight nod. “Sorry to bother you.”He turned slightly as if to leave, and yet for a fleeting second, I felt something tug deep inside me, something I didn’t understand. Like I should know him. As if I’d seen those eyes somewhere before and felt those hands before.But that was impossible.“Wait,” I started, but the words died in my throat. What would I even say?He was already walking away, his tall frame disappearing into the crowd.I stood there, frozen, the noise of the market dulling around me. My chest ached in a strange, unfamiliar way. My palms felt cold.That man’s presence had been like stepping into one of m