Evan Booktok Novels & Stories

When Savannah asked her what she was writing, Eva’s answer was quiet but firm: “A book.” “A book?” “Yes. It’s called Hidden Vows.” The title stung like a whisper from another life. Savannah’s breath caught, though she did not understand why. The child’s gaze, solemn and knowing, silenced her questions. Eva wrote late into the night sometimes, under the lamplight, her lips moving as she shaped sentences. She wrote of mothers and chains, of daughters and freedom. She wrote of love that endured even in cages, of names remembered and forgotten.

“Blackfoot is all about freedom and whatever.” “You got a name, little girl?” Evan asked lightly, almost flirting. She glared at him. Her stance didn’t waver. No submission. No fear. My wolf bristled. I didn’t like that. “For what?” she asked. “Your gravestone,” I tsked. “Zero,” she said. “That’s all you’ll get from me.” Evan stepped forward, posture turning official, intimidating. “General Evan Lay of the Blackfoot imperial army,” he declared. “This is the king of Blackfoot, Leviathan Blackfoot.”

Ludo asked scared. “Don’t worry darling,” Erica rubbed her eyes. “I don’t like the light in this room,” she complained. Evan looked at her and reached for the manuscript in the drawer of a table. He walked to Ludo. Ludo recognized the manuscript. “The Family that kills together, stays together,” Evan read the title. “Is that my manuscript?” Ludo asked. “Ludo Sakala?” “That’s me!” “Then it’s yours.” “Where did you get it?”

Since she had nothing to do , Eva took her seat on the couch in the room and got lost in her phone. __________________________________ AUTHOR NOTE Hello guys, I really appreciate you lovely people reading my book and I hope you enjoyed it. More chapters would be out soon Please do try out my other book - Black Rose: Revenge Of The Callous Heiress. I'm sure that you'll love it and it's back to being updated regularly. In addition, your support is crucial to this book's success. So please vote with your Gems. Your comments and reviews are greatly appreciated too. #Pls hateful comments that would hurt the author will not be tolerated. However, suggestions that can improve the work are acceptabl

Evarius is waiting just outside the university gate for Tasha. She had texted him in the morning saying she had completed the book and wanted to talk. Evarius is nervous about this meeting because if she has completed the book, he has no idea what she might or might not have understood. He feels that it would perhaps be easier if she grasps the gist herself rather than him having to explain it to her.

"Anytime, now why did you somehow ditched me for the rest of yesterday," "We broke up yesterday after we had lunch," "Ohhhh, hey I met this cool weird but handsome guy, he said his name is Evan, Evan Tate! Had any idea who he is?" "Ohhh Evan, Evan isn't the social type," "I see, and also a book addict," "Tell me the names of this HAZEL's!"

She is not far enough along to have a bump yet but just knowing is enough to make me a paranoid mess. I will do everything in my power to ensure a future for my wife and child that is as safe as possible. The peace and the alliances have never been more important than they are right now. May the gods have mercy on the souls of anyone foolish enough to attempt anything sinister against my family, my friends, or my people. The End. Once again, I wish to express my gratitude to you my readers for joining me on this journey and sticking with it until the end. This book was a difficult one to write and I hope that you found the journey worth it in the end. There are still many more instalments to

"Atlas can buy you all the artisanal coffee in the tri-state area, Tamine. He can throw money, and grand gestures, and European sports cars at you until his trust fund runs dry." Evans leaned forward again, reaching out to tap his index finger firmly against the cover of my Great Gatsby textbook. "But I'm the one sitting across from you," Evans said softly, his voice dropping to a register that made the rest of the world fade away. "I'm the one showing up on time. I'm the one putting in the work. He can try to buy your attention from across the campus, but I'm here, in reality." Evans flashed a wicked, devastating smile that completely derailed my train of thought. "Drink it. You look tired,

Somewhere in the city—several stories above, in a steel and glass building—Julian Blackwood lay in his dark, sleek bedroom, staring at the book she had given him. He'd never intended to keep it. When Lena Carter had offered it to him—those gentle words, that thoughtful crease between her eyebrows—he'd intended to refuse. But something in her eyes had taken away his intention. It was neither flirting nor pretense. It was genuine. Silent. Generous. He hated kindness. It broke things open. Julian gazed down at the book. The cover was unadorned, the title in gold print: *A Man Called Ove*. He remembered Lena's words:

He put both fists in the air, silent about it, because he was Elias. Evan spent the week teaching the caretaker's dog a card game. The rules changed every hand, and by Wednesday the dog was ahead by an amount Evan could not calculate. Ethan sat at the kitchen table with three novels and finished all three before Friday. Thursday afternoon he looked up from the second one and said, "This one is sad, but the woman is winning," and went back to reading. Thursday night the fire was going. All three of them were on the rug in front of the hearth, and I was in the armchair with a cup of tea, and Evan said, without looking up from the deck he was shuffling for the eighth time, "Mom."