Andy Evans Speak Novels & Stories

I confronted her “I came to tell you that lunch is ready” “Okay. Did you hear anything?” “No ma” “Good. Oh! If Evans comes back tell him I went to the club with my friends, you got that” “Yes ma” “Good. I’m off then” ____________Evans____________ I had just ended my appointment for the day and decided to go home. Anderson was waiting at the parking lot. On our way home, I met Alex walking at the sidewalk alone. She was still in her uniform. I told Anderson to drive towards her direction.

“Anya? Is everything okay?” “No,” I said, my voice breaking. “Evans… he’s in the hospital. He’s been shot.” There was a sharp intake of breath on the other end of the line. “What? What are you talking about? What happened? Who would do this to him?” “Someone wicked,” I said, my voice trembling with emotion. “Someone tried to kill him. He’s fighting for his life right now.” Evans’ mom began to cry, her sobs filling the line. “No, no… this can’t be happening. My boy…”

The truth is, I don’t want to ever have kids. I say, my voice tight. “Evans you know me better than anyone else and you know I don’t want to have kids.” Evans lets out a laugh. “Well, we live to see dude. You were the same person who said he would never get married. Now guess who is married, You, my darling friend.” I force a smile, though Evans can’t see it. “Shut up, Evans.”

" Who doesn't? You're Denzel Brenton, owner and CEO of B&W Graphic Design Industry. The most powerful and richest man in this whole city " A gasp left Ava, Aida, and Ryan's lips at what Evans said and they turned to look at Denzel who was as well surprised. " You're right, Evans. I guess I am really popular even among kids " " I'm not a kid " Evans's eyes squinted and his face squeezed up in anger. Denzel laughed at how adorable he looked. " How about this? Since you still have classes ongoing, how about I come to pick you guys up after class, then we can have a one on one interaction. Who knows, I might know who your mother is. What do you all say? "

" Introduce yourself" She heard one of the men asked indifferently and she sighed. She cleared her throat and stood up. " I'm Eva Adams. 22 years old and a graduate of Harvards. A first class student and I graduated early last year." She replied just like Amy had told her to and she searched the faces of the men with her keen eyes to find out if there was any contempt or displeasure on their faces but there was none,She breathed in relief and sat down.

Raina~ "What's with this behavior, Evans?" I ask, almost with sheer annoyance in my voice. He looked at me and then just sighed. "I am not obliged to answer you," he said and started to walk away. I hold his wrist, stopping him from walking away. I did not like the way he talked to me. "Yes, you are obliged to answer me. You were in fucking ladies' room, Evans. What if someone else would have found out? There is media out there, do not you care about your reputation, huh?" I ask and he just stares at me, his jaw clenching.

“Of course! I need to talk to you about something anyways!” Lakes' words rang through my head. We need to talk. They repeated over and over and over. Until finally she said, “Jay are you there?” Wyatt you gotta answer bubbas. Evans' voice finally broke through to me.

Evan I kept driving till I found this dive off the highway. I normally didn’t come to this side of town most of the pack stayed in the city center. Today I just needed a break from all of the pressure and responsibility. Andre perked up as soon as we parked. He was pacing back and forth in my mind and kept trying to talk but couldn’t find the right words. Evan, “Dude you need to chill, what is going on?” Andre, “I don’t know but something big is happening! I can feel it!”

I promised that I would get him out of here even if it was the last thing I did. What seemed like hours went by, even though it had probably been a few minutes before I felt okay enough to speak. The first thing I did when I realised I could finally speak, even if they were broken sentences was call out to the other person in the room. "Hello?" I called out. "Oh, you can speak," came his uncannily familiar, raspy voice. "B-barely," I manged to say. "W-who are...you?" "They call me an ab-o-min-ation. I don't know what it means. But I call myself Evan," he told me.

“Who put you up to this?” Evan has spewed the same response every time: “I didn’t have a choice,” and “I don’t know who the guy is.” And each time he gives me the same bullshit answer, my fist meets another part of his body. The splintering of his bones is like music to my ears, and feeling his blood on my hands is enough for me to ascend to the edge of the atmosphere. I fucking love my job. Evan’s lips part as if he’s fighting for words to come to his mouth.