Evan Afton Death Novels & Stories

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?

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."

That was the first time he ever took command of something, and he did it because he wanted the people around him to feel and look better for the decisions that he’d make. But as the news story progressed, Alana’s expression could no longer be made better by reminiscing Charles, for the Nickelodeon-style splat in the ground contains no expression at all. He watched the broadcast of a local news station trying to hear the details of the fall. Apparently, most of the witnesses and first responders thought it was self-induced, and not homicide; for as the they’ve told the media, no one entered or exited his office for an hour prior. It also was ruled out as an accident, because the glass broken

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.

Evan looked down at the hole in his chest and chuckled. He looked over at Theo. “Don’t think that just because we are dying you get off scot-free. Theo knows everything about the humans.” Evan turned to me, and for the first time since he had come into the office. “We underestimated you.” He chuckled again, and blood poured from his lips. “I left everything in my safe at home.” He turned to Rowan. “I regret it.” He struggled for a breath and looked back at me. “Do you think she will forgive me?” The two men dropped before I could answer. Ronnie snorted. “Did he really ask if the Goddess would forgive him as he died?”

The day they died, I swore never to sail alone. The nightmare had stopped while Evan was with us. The first three years of Avery's life, the nightmares were gone. Evan kept us safe. I always sailed with someone, and things were going well. But then Evan died. I came home from a rough race to Grace's tear stained face and a man in a crisp uniform. My nightmare came back that night, and Evan became a part of it.

The day they died, I swore never to sail alone. The nightmare had stopped while Evan was with us. The first three years of Avery's life, the nightmares were gone. Evan kept us safe. I always sailed with someone, and things were going well. But then Evan died. I came home from a rough race to Grace's tear stained face and a man in a crisp uniform. My nightmare came back that night, and Evan became a part of it.

Tina’s POV: That year, Grace had brought Evan to the Walter family residence for a visit. When it was around lunchtime, Evan was swimming in the pool. He suddenly got a cramp in his foot and drowned. Although the Walter family had servants, unlike the Cater family, we didn’t have that many housekeepers and bodyguards. Hence, when Evan was drowning, Anya was the first person to spot him. As the situation was so critical, Anya dove in to save him before she could call for help.