Broken By Evelyn Miller Novels & Stories

My hair whipped across my face as it flew past. Zayne was gone. I stared until the sky swallowed it whole. Tears stung my eyes, but I wouldn’t cry. I didn’t scream. I stayed calm, letting the wind slap my hair against my face. All I could think of was how this was all my fault. I was the reason Cyril got arrested. It was because of me Zayne’s perfect little world had shattered.

He sighed, "The furnace is on a timed cycle. Once it's ignited, it won't open until the process is finished." Evelyn collapsed to the ground, her spirit broken. "Murderers. You're all murderers."

Over the last eight years, I've watched her come home with different men. Once, Anya stared at me with unusually solemn eyes despite being completely sloshed. "Shane, we belong to two different worlds. Don't fall for me," she slurred. I always thought Anya was a woman who had no idea what love was supposed to be like. Then, I found out a year ago that she had a first love who passed away from an illness. The young man Anya brought home last night actually resembled her dead love. Hence, I was not surprised to see him at breakfast with her.

I frowned and asked Tyler, "Did Mrs. Hale complain about Eric? If so happens, then our hotel name will be tarnished." That is when all the managers came out, looking happy and more relieved than ever. Then came Eric Matthew, face as red as a tomato, and he went towards the staff changing room. "Wow! What's wrong with him?" I wondered. Tyler snorted and said, "He's fired, Claire. Mr. and Mrs. Hale are very good friends of Mr. Miller, which is why they did not lodge any complaint. However, Mr. Miller had to do something about this situation. The list of complaints against Eric was increasing day by day, and this penthouse thing was the last straw.”

“You’re going to tell me everything I need to know about Grayson. Or would you rather I start cutting pieces off of you until you do?” Evelyn yanked her face away, glaring at him. “You can cut me into a thousand pieces, and I still won’t tell you a damn thing.” “You’re stubborn, I’ll give you that,” Jerry said, stepping back. He nodded to one of the hunters. “Bring the whip.” Viola’s voice echoed in Evelyn’s mind, steady and calming. “Stay strong, Evelyn. He wants you to break. Don’t let him win.” “I wasn’t planning to,” Evelyn replied silently, steeling herself.

she wiped away the tears that had fallen again "Are you feeling any pain? My mother says you may feel some mental confusion, nausea and dizziness in the next few hours..." “Well, my body feels like it's been contorted through a meat grinder, but it's not like it's the first time I've felt this way.” he sighed "When Evan made me get stuck in an overturned car for a few hours, it was much worse, especially because I had a broken leg. Nothing will overcome that. He's probably too desperate, if he use the same strategy twice..." “So it’s true.” Millicent gritted her teeth, furious “Was this the work of Evan, Florence and Austin?”

But Lucas, as if consumed by rage, grabbed her hair and slammed her onto the glass coffee table. The sharp sound of shattering glass, accompanied by Lilith’s scream, echoed through the room. Shards of glass flew everywhere, cutting into Lilith’s face. Blood gushed out, staining her clothes red. Her brother rushed forward to save her, only to be met with a brutal punch to the temple from Lucas. He groaned, fell to the ground, twitched a few times, and then laid still. That punch took his life instantly. Lucas stood in the wreckage of the living room, letting out low, chilling growls.

She looked at Eli. Then at Lucian. The father stood behind her. "Choose." Evelyn was crying. "I can't." "You always can." Lucian whispered: "Evelyn." She looked at him. He said: "Do it." She shook her head. "No." "Do it." "Lucian..." "Save them." The father stepped forward. "Kill me." Evelyn raised the blade. She drove it into his chest. The world exploded. Evelyn screamed. The memory shattered.

Miles POV The rest of the evening was torture. After unpacking a few boxes and putting some of my clothes away, I stayed in my room for nearly an hour trying to calm down, but every time I started feeling slightly better, I remembered Ryan’s face when he had grabbed my collar and threatened me, and my stomach immediately twisted all over again. A soft knock eventually came from my bedroom door. “Miles?” I recognized my mother’s voice immediately. “Yeah?” I answered.

“They didn’t take him.” “They closed the door.” ⸻ Evelyn’s eyes widened. “No…” She whispered. “That’s impossible.” Lily looked up at her. “You’ve seen it before.” Evelyn swallowed. “Only once.” Charlotte looked between them. “What are you talking about?” Evelyn slowly approached. Not as an enemy. Not anymore. “The Broken Circle couldn’t destroy him.” Charlotte’s hope flickered. “They trapped him.” ⸻ The words hit Charlotte like lightning. “Trapped?”