Evan Afton Fanart Novels & Stories

“Thank you, Mickey. Aspen, would you take Emerson to my office, I’ll be there shortly.” Aspen nodded but Em was staring at her locker. She couldn’t believe they did this and how real all the pictures looked. But how did they even know about Evan? She figured Finely might find out about River and everything that happened to her, if she went digging around, but nobody knew about Evan. And those pictures were fakes. They never took pictures together or anything. Also he wasn’t even married. She sat staring at it when an arm passed in front of her. That arm grabbed the poster and started yanking it down furiously. She followed that arm to its owner.

She threw away his hand from her face and turned around and sleeping soundly again. “Haha,My little kitty is so fierce.” Evan looked at Lilian with his eyes full of amusement as the sleeping position of her is a bit odd and she doesn’t look like a lady at all. Evan got up and went outside. He saw Arvan standing outside of the control room and looking outside the artificial window. It has artificial scenery that helps others to think that they are above the ground. No one would believe the fact that they are five hundreds feets under the ground right now when they will see through the virtual window.

We rise together and step outside. Midnight greets us like a living thing stretching awake. Wolves shift into human form and back again without tension, skin and fur equally welcome. Pups race through the clearing, chasing one another until they collapse in giggles and growls. Someone has painted new symbols along the council stones—not wards, but stories. Moments recorded so they won’t be forgotten. Blake waves at us from the firepit, holding a mug that’s steaming ominously. “I perfected the tea!” Ethan groans. “We talked about this.”

I laughed as I put my arms around my mate, “This is Evan of the Mer people. He is Taylor’s mate.” Elliot smiled, “Dude! It’s been a long time!” He fist-bumped Evan and Evan smiled, “It’s been too long! I take it Elisa is your mate?” Elliot nodded, “She is. Come in the house. I have a shirt for you.” We all went to the house. They all went in while Abel and I hung back.

Evan picked out an obvious question. "We have to go shopping baby. And then movie okay? So tell me how much work you got"? Daniel took him in his lap on the seat while checking his books. And he was amazed looking at the sketches he made. "Wow Baby. What is it"? He asked looking at a random lines art. "It’s a house". Evan replied drinking the juice that Daniel had bought earlier. "Wow. It’s so beautiful. And what is it? A sparrow"? Daniel pointed to another page. Evan looked at him with sparkling eyes. Nodding his head fast. He was happy his Dad knew what he drew.

“It takes a special kind of person to sense us.” “You think I’m special?” Before he had a chance to respond, my attention had already turned to the newest mural on Cardinal Street. The artist was putting the finishing touches on a dead dove, wrapped in what looked to be red ribbon, and while I was busy looking at the art, the artist was staring at me. It wasn’t unusual—I was used to people staring at me for one reason or another, but the normalcy didn’t stop Evan from letting out a small scoff. Evan’s arm slid lower, his hand firmly cupping my ass as we walked away. The artist looked away quickly, and I couldn’t stifle my laugh as we walked down the stone stairs to Evan’s below ground apartm

Aryan doesn’t move to see the photo, instead, he goes to wash his hand and tie an apron so he could start cooking, and my goodness, how the fuck does someone look that good in a bloody apron? “Take this, you need it more than I do.” Evan whispered thrusting the camera into my hands, He winks at me, like that type of wink you give someone when you know something, a conspiratory wink. Slipping the photo of both of us into my purse, I lift the camera to my face, and click, Evan had turned off the flash before giving it to me, but the picture still comes out great, he looked like this was a magazine photo shoot. “Have you considered modelling?” I ask him as he worked,

When Evan hears that she is only going to sit in driving sit he leaves it. It is a night with less traffic. Well, it is almost one o'clock so it is clear why there is no traffic. But the problem is not traffic but Evan's stare that is fixed on Aubrey's face. "What do want to say?" Aubrey who couldn't take it finally said. "You are so beautiful"

He playfully clutched his heart and pretended to fall over. She laughed then. A small tinker like quality, the spark in her eyes, and Evan had to not make this awkward by suddenly staring at her. He was no Noah Abel, staring and brooding until things came to him. He rather take them of his own free will. Vanessa wasn’t a thing, he knew. But he wanted her. Evan cleansed the seats and pushed the car down hill. It’d break on its way, the current would carry broken pieces upstream where villagers would re-use the junk for suitable purposes. She helped him with the whole process with no hesitation.

She was annoyed at her thought. Evan appeared beside Raiyan, looking like a weary chaperone at a school trip for toddlers. He looked at Mei, then at Zoya, then at the spot where the pigeon had stood. He put the pieces together, sighed, and decided that his retirement plan didn't include dealing with this. “I have Zoya’s car,” Evan said, already pulling out his phone. “Take Lina, Kenji and Eric,” Raiyan said. “I’ve got these two.” Evan looked at him. Then at Zoya. Then at Mei. “You sure.”