D'bat Evans Novels & Stories

He looked to be around my brother’s age—tall, with sharp hazel eyes. “You’re human?” he asked, surprised after sniffing the air. “How is she your daughter?” he questioned my father. “Her mother was human,” my father answered calmly, as if he had already accepted our fate. “I see.” The man nodded. “Nice to meet you, Serena. I’m Lieutenant Daniel.” I frowned, confused by his politeness. Why was he treating me differently? “Untie them,” I requested. “I will—if you agree to come with me to my kingdom.”

I picked up the phone on the table and called my assistant. “Betty, get in touch with the beta of the Black Mountain pack. Yes, Garfield Evans’s most loyal subordinate.” “Tell him I want to meet him. There are some things about Evans that he and his people need to know.”

[…] “After the statements of Edward Henderson, former Colorado's senator and one of the most popular presidential candidates, EVANS inc. stock plummeted. He was involved in a controversy after his youngest son's wedding, where an intimate video of the bride with another man was played…” The anchor says, with her perfectly hair — not a single strand out of place. The suit makes her look elegant, and her make-up is discreet… But it's not her appearance that draws the attention of thousands of viewers at that moment… It's her words.

__ “Evania will be back shortly.” Mrs.Garvey rushed back to Jonathan and informed him she wasn't around. Jonathan took out his phone and scrolled through his contacts. Evania was at Graham's office, Thomas’s law firm, she was there to negotiate terms with Graham who had struck a deal with the unknown billionaire, Roberto. “Don't tell me, Roberto Starkov is the…” she stuttered, as Graham completed her statement. “Yeah! You're right, father to Yelena Starkov, owner of Focus Media, who happens to be the host of Lifestyle online magazine,” he mumbled.

she said. But they didn’t leave the stadium. Instead they went down to a restricted area, where Celia flashed a pass he hadn’t seen up to this point. He shouldn’t be surprised. But when they stopped outside the players’ locker room, he was. They waited a good while. Several members of the press came and went. Finally one of the players stuck his head out the door, looked up and down and then his eyes brightened when he saw Celia. Evan was a little starstruck. It was the Tide’s catcher, Chris Davies. He was a veritable legend in baseball, and it was rumored this would be his last year before he retired.

She hadn't wanted me returned to the throne, wearing the king's colors. Atlas caught her eye and winked. A cruel, dismissive wink that said, I win. And then, I saw him. Evans. He was sitting at a table in the back corner, the "injured reserve" section. He was wearing a suit, but his tie was loose, and his crutches were leaning against the table. His leg was propped up on a chair. He wasn't looking at the dance floor. He was looking at his phone, looking bored, looking tired.

He said. No I won't. It's not gonna happen cos I'm guided. A click- Damian left and I heard Evans chatting with a group of 4 men. He dropped a picture on the table. Take care of this!

she inquired tentatively, her voice barely above a whisper. Donovan's gaze shifted to the girl, his expression remaining impassive. "I am Donovan Garrett," he replied simply. "President of the Student Union Government, Wilberforce Island University. And Boma is my wife." The serving personnel exchanged puzzled glances, sure of the significance of the title. But they had always assumed Boma's husband, if she had one, would be someone unassuming, like her. As far as they were concerned, she wasn't important. She was there partaking in the punishments just like everyone else. It would be safe to even assume she might be among the poorest staff, the way she acted like her whole life depended on

I reply in the most sarcastic tone ever. “What? Two weeks is such a small time to get to know her. Your father planned this Damien because all this leaves you with no choice but to go ahead with everything that has been said in this letter.”Evans reckons in a defeated tone. “Yeah, that’s Williams Donovan for you. He always gets his way around things even in his death.”I say as I pour myself a glass of whiskey. “Does that mean you’ll no longer be the most eligible bachelor and playboy of Seattle?”Evans asks this question with a mischievous grin.

Evan De Kruk was the first. After shutting down the connection, Evan turned to the staff and said, "If he calls me again, can you just tell him I'm dead?"