Evan Afton Death Novels & Stories

“You just finished giving birth. Stop butting into my business, alright?” Sally rolled her eyes at Evonne. “Mr. Frean is going to have a stroke if you don’t go on that blind date with him soon!” “Then ask him to go get someone else. It’s that simple.” Sally pursed her lips. You would cry yourself to death if he got someone else, alright? ———— A City cemetery. Evonne parked her car and walked in with a large bouquet. It was the man’s death anniversary today. She walked in with ease.

The lever was pulled, floor was dropped, and Ryan fell there, lifeless. Evan closed his eyes and wept with head bowed. How could this happen, a life for a life? How could this man have been so fully committed to someone that he barely knew? Evan knew, he knew that he was the guilty one, not Ryan. He had been the monster. He had killed. He had lusted and drank of the forbidden cup. So, why? Why should his place be taken at all?

"I'm just asking so I can file a case—" "He's dead," Evan interrupted her, his statement causing her to freeze. "Huh?" she uttered, her mind racing. "What will we do? Won't the police come and arrest you?" Aubrey grasped her head, thoughts of Evan in jail and Aldrich being labeled as a murderer's child swirling in her mind. "You're that worried about me?" Evan smirked. "OF COURSE! Anyway, it's you who saved me," Aubrey exclaimed, her voice filled with sincerity. Evan seemed taken aback by her response.

She didn’t have time for Vivian’s chatting, and that was something Vivian was really good at doing. “I’m guessing you are going to tell us anyway, so just tell us so we can go back to work already. What did you hear Vivian?” she asked, looking like she was already bored with the topic and Emily giggled. “A guy died last night, idiot” Vivian replied. “His name was Evan David… Desmond… Or something I guess. Anyways he was a student too. They said some girls found him on their way to school this morning and called the cops. Scary, isn’t it?”

"I don't know who to trust right now. You were so intense with Toby. That dark side. Miller had ties to the crew. Maybe you saw him as a loose end." "Loose end?" I shot back, grabbing his arm. "I don't kill people, Evan. Not like that. Pills? That's not my style and you know it." Evan pulled away slow, pacing the small kitchen. "Style or not, he's dead. News says they found him slumped over the wheel near the old field. You were pissed at him last week for talking too much." "Yeah, pissed," I admitted, following his steps. "But pissed means yell, not murder. Evan, come on. Who else had reason? Viper and his guys. They want us scared."

"We have big news today. A wolf committed suicide by jumping off the roof of Silvercrest Tower this afternoon. The incident has caused the trucks to back up on the icy roads. Drivers should take the back paths. We want to remind every wolf to love your life..." While the news guy talks, a picture of Silvercrest Tower shows up on the screen. The front of the ice rink has yellow police tape all over it. On one side are nosey wolves watching, and on the other side is a blurry body. Since Chloe Bennett had a red dress on, the blurry spot looks like a big red pile of snow. It looks like a whole puddle of wolf blood. My body goes stiff, and I feel a cold wind inside my bones. Who was the wolf that

"I'm so disappointed in you. You don't deserve to be the Luna!" ... Dead silence filled the study. Evan stood frozen in place. To protect the spy who wanted to kill his entire family, he had ignored his wife's pleas for help over and over again. He held that lying snake in the palm of his hand. And he had personally pushed the love of his life, carrying his own flesh and blood, off a cliff. "Uh... Ah..." A sound of suppressed, agonizing grief squeezed out of Evan's throat. "It's not true... This isn't true..."

Chapter 29 – The Accusation Sera’s POV I sat in the dimly lit living room, my fingers tightening around the rim of my untouched coffee mug. The news of Ethan’s death had spread like wildfire. The entire city was talking about it—Ethan Carter, the untouchable businessman, had fallen to his death from his own penthouse balcony. The police hadn’t wasted any time launching an investigation. Of course, they wouldn’t. Ethan was too powerful, too connected for his death to be brushed aside. And now, they were looking for someone to blame.

But now it seems like all the clues have disappeared. I sat in silence for a while, staring at the dark city outside my office window. The lights below looked like little stars, but they couldn’t brighten the heavy feeling inside me. I picked up my phone and called Ethan. He answered after a few rings. “Sean?” “I spoke to Evelyn,” I said quietly. “She said her father died in an accident on a construction site. No cameras. No witnesses. Nothing strange. Just... an accident.” Ethan didn’t respond right away. I could hear him breathing on the other end.

Even some Vaughn relatives showed up, careful but here. Evan raised his glass, voice cracking. “They survived everything meant to break them and they’re still choosing each other. That’s what I want.” Lena squeezed my hand. “We did it.” Then Evan’s phone rang. He stepped away. Came back pale. “It’s for you,” he said, handing it over. “Sounds bad.” “Mr. Vaughn? Oakwood Correctional Facility. Harrison Blackwood Jr. died of heart attack this morning.” The words hit like ice water. Lena’s face went white. Eleanor dropped into a chair.