Evan Afton Fanart Novels & Stories

A tall figure stumbled in. Evan. He looked… homeless. Hair standing in different directions, T-shirt wrinkled, trousers hanging low, eyes barely open. He scratched his head as he walked in, completely unaware of how ridiculous he looked. Julian glanced up from his book. A slow grin spread across his face. “I should take a picture,” he said. “Post it. Let your fans see what their precious celebrity looks like before coffee.” Evan squinted at him. “Do that and I’ll unfollow myself.”

Adrian waiting for Evan outside the gallery, arms wrapped tight around himself against the cold. The one that made his blood run cold wasn’t grainy at all. It was crystal-clear—him and Evan, seated at the restaurant weeks ago, Evan’s hand curled possessively over his thigh under the table. They hadn’t noticed the flash. They hadn’t thought anyone was close enough to see. On the back was scrawled: I’m coming for you. --- Evan’s reaction was immediate. The first time Adrian had shown him one of the notes, Evan’s jaw had locked so hard that Adrian thought his teeth might crack. He hadn’t said a word, just burned the paper in the sink, watching the ash curl into nothing.

Ethan led him to the hallway near the old guest room the one with the signatures, the scribbles, the scrawled memories of every kid who passed through. Micah’s handprint. J’s snarky goodbye. Isabelle’s little cartoon of their first family dinner. Ethan handed Evan a marker. “You don’t have to. But if you want to… this wall belongs to you, too.” Evan stared at it. Then slowly, carefully he bent down and wrote: “I made it out of the fire. And I’m still warm.” Evan Later that night, Ethan sat on the porch with Nathan, watching stars scatter the sky.

Tamsyn made no secret of her contempt toward us. Ava sorts through the pictures and hands me another one. To my surprise, it’s a picture of Ewan. In the picture, sixteen-year-old Ewan and Tamsyn are leaning against one of Stuart’s vintage vehicles. Ewan’s lanky body is covered in a suit, and Tamsyn is in a short, yellow party dress with red roses. Ewan is smiling widely, and Tamsyn looks as glamorous as a teenage girl could look while holding a bouquet of flowers.

Directly or indirectly CONCERNED! -That's it! I want to sponsor a university in their artistic activity but I haven't yet decided which university to choose. We nodded suspiciously. What is he up to again? Our dear Evan... - And of course you will be my partners to increase the audience. Does he add the most natural thing possible? What did we say? EVan's project = Sky and Marvy inside. I finally finished my cup of coffee. (It’s certainly a good hangover cure! But it was horrible to drink!)

Instead, he closed his eyes and focused. Fragments of blurred images flashed through his mind. He saw a truck losing control before it smashed violently into the car Ivana was in. 'So, this is the Ninefold Arcane Arts,' he thought. 'It can foresee danger?' Evan opened his eyes and released her hand. A flush of humiliation rose to Ivana's face. "What do you think you're doing?" she snapped. "Ms. Stanton," Evan said quietly, his voice low and grave. "You will face a bloody disaster today."

Chapter 5 Chapter 5: Echoes of the Fantastic The attic room swam before Evie's eyes. Fantastical creatures stared back at them from the canvases, their vibrant colors and lifelike detail a stark contrast to the dusty trunk that had concealed them. In the corner of each painting, the signature – Isabella Fiore – burned into the canvas like a brand.

"Not sure. In about ten minutes? I've got to ask Ethan." "Ten minutes?" Alfredo pursed his lips sulkily, then brightened all of a sudden. "No worries, I still got all night to get laid." He walked away with a big smile on his face, and Adam shook his head with a smile. Trust his friends to turn a photography exhibition into opportunities to get laid. He returned his gaze to the photograph he was standing in front of. Eva looked so beautiful in it, piercing amber eyes glowing happily, hair flying wildly around her, parted lips begging to be kissed.

The box was filled with printout pictures and love letters I had written to Ecvan while we still dated. I looked up at Aries and shifted, coughing slightly. She moved towards me, and I raised my hand to her, stopping her from overreacting. I took out the handwritten note from him. Evan had always hated handwritten notes because they were 'childish', and now that he knew he was going to lose me, he was doing something so childish. ‘I heard you are with Soren Vale. You know you don't fit into his world, and he is currently playing with you. Come home before he gets bored.'

Evie's day was going perfectly well. She had just finished painting and her whole body was covered in paint, not that she would have minded if it were her folly that got the paint there... but no, standing beside her was her best friend who had begun to make a mess out of everything. "I painted a dog. Look at this beautiful painting and tell me about its origin.." "I think it originated from the forest at the West border." Ethan shook his head. "That looks like a buffalo when wet. Appreciate the artwork and do not use it to play around." He cautioned.