Evan Afton Death Novels & Stories

So, he had Max tell the man that he was Evan Miller, that his wife was Mandy, and that she had just learned she was pregnant. Two days later, Evan passed away. The siblings buried Evan back in their hometown, in the family grave beside his grandparents. Max had wanted to send the man away. But he didn’t know where to send him, and calling the police felt impossible. There was no way to explain the situation clearly. So, he went back to the lakeside to see whether anyone was looking for the man. What he saw instead were multiple police cars. He heard it clearly that they were searching for a death-row criminal who had fallen off a cliff.

Their whole operation would collapse if Jayden slipped up and revealed his identity. He paused in front of a gravestone and nodded solemnly. "We're almost there, Officer Austen. I'll make sure Katherine stands trial and faces the firing squad. This vengeance is for you." The photo on the tombstone showed Evan in his police uniform—handsome and righteous, his eyes burning with conviction. But that light had gone out forever two years ago because of me.

“After that check your mailbox I have sent your ticket to Manhattan and all papers of your admission to Manhattan university and in the future don’t trouble yourself with the expense you can mail me whenever you want anything.” Evan was Walton Villa’s gardener’s son who was very smart and always wanted to study high but his parents were not rich enough to sponsor his high education expenses, the night Mr. Joe Walton has killed Evan’s father gardener York with his wife and son was resting in the servant quarter they hurriedly walked out of the servant quarter after listening to the heavy sound of commotion.

“What happened to him?” Evan stood there silently for a moment, his hands still clenched at his sides. “He went to Staten Island,” Evan said after a pause. “To look for someone.” His voice was calm, but the tension behind it was impossible to hide. “We traced a phone signal to an abandoned factory near the pier.” I held my breath while waiting for Evan’s next words. Evan’s gaze lowered slightly. “It was a trap,” he said quietly. “There was a bomb inside the building. They barely had time to escape before it exploded.”

were, but his phone buzzed again—it was Dorian this time. Asher answered, “Yes…What?” His face turned ice-cold, and I froze, a strong sense of foreboding running down my spine. He hung up and turned to me, his expression dark and dangerous. “Someone died at the site tonight. That kid… Evan.”

I said frowning. "Evan … a few days after that my parents were killed in an accident. A car the police assumed was driven by a drunk hit theirs and caused them to fall into a ditch on a mountain we call Tumbledown Peak. The road led from town to Snowspeal, where we live. It was not snowing nor was it a rainy season. My father was driving; he was one of the best drivers I know. He took that route almost every single day and more than once a day. That road had rail guards! The supposed drunk driver made certain they flew into that ditch. After watching that video and seeing that man lurking around our home, I doubt what happened to them was an accident, Evan—”

At least, in the past, Ethan would go mad if anyone laid a finger on her. Once, a senior at school cornered her in an alley and confessed to her. After she rejected him, he started getting handsy around her. The next day, she heard that the senior had drunkenly fallen off a building in a freak accident and died horribly. The deceased's family blamed it on Olivia, making a scene at the school and slapping her across the face. Soon, their residence went up in flames a few days later, and the entire family perished. She had thought it was a terrible coincidence until she found Ethan scattering white powder in his garden. She went up to take a better look and was shocked to learn that those were

Evan: Can I see you tonight? I closed my eyes. Me: I shouldn’t. Evan: Please. I typed, deleted, typed again. Me: An hour. That’s all. Evan was already there when I arrived. He stood by the window, hands in his pockets, tension etched into every line of his body. “You look exhausted,” he said. “So do you,” I replied. He turned. “Something’s wrong.” I let out a breath. “Ethan took the fall.” Evan froze. “What?”

"Listen to me Son. Go to her right now ,pack your bags and run from there.... without telling anyone." "But what happened Dad-" "James knows about your whereabouts Son." "And the police is on its way to your Villa" Ethan stills, the phone nearly dropping from his fingers and his heart thudding in his chest. "The Police? Why?" And that's when Ashton sighs, his next words making Ethan's eyes to widen. "Roman Klein died under mysterious circumstances an hour ago ." . . . "Vivian's bail stands revoked and nullified."

“I didn’t step into this blindly, Leo, so don’t make it seem like I did. I’m an adult. I made my own choice. Not being in trouble doesn’t mean shit to me if I can’t help you out of trouble or danger. What, do you think I’d rather see you dead than get involved in one of your endeavors? If so, you don’t know me at all.” I sigh and stare at the table for a few seconds. I know I don’t have much time because Vic will be here at any minute. So, I say it outright and don’t give myself time to overthink it. “Julius is dead.” This seems to shock him. “What?” “Evan killed him.” His entire body hardens at the sound of his name. “Evan. How…why?” I lick my lips. “Julius caught up to who I was and I gues