Evan Engram Parents Novels & Stories

I response proudly. "Your family would be proud of you too, Evangeline. They always pick you over Evanca." He said, I couldn't miss the taunt in them. "I miss them too in every single day specially Dad. How are they?"I asked him about my parents completely ignoring his comment. Evanca never tried to win our parents' trust but I know they love us equally.

“Mr. Langley, it’s me, Eugene Lane. I’m Eva’s father!” Nathan frowned deeper and said nothing. Eva decided to pass the phone over to Nathan. Nathan clearly did not want to talk to Eugene. However, he still took the phone from her and asked impassively, “Is there anything you need?” Eugene sounded much more respectful now. “Mr. Langley, it’s my birthday today, and I want Eva to bring her children and grandfather home to have a meal with me. Since I have you on the phone, why don't you join us?”

Chapter 21: The Family (Part-1) There was nothing more important than a family. They were the people who wanted to be part of your life and the one who accepted you for who you are. However, thirteen years ago, when Engram was a seven, he learned the truth that his family was far from perfect. His mother was a mistress that mysteriously died from an unfortunate accident; his stepmother despised him and never wanted to see his face; her stepsister thought him just like a parasite and never wanted to play with him, and his father only to talk to him when he was needed.

Without waiting for a response, Evan left the room, retreating to his own sanctuary and slamming the door shut behind him. Aubrey stood silently, a spectator to the unfolding drama. She was aware that Evan harbored deep-seated resentment towards his father, who had chosen his lover over Evan's mother. After leaving them, Evan's father had never returned. Aubrey could only imagine the pain Evan carried, fueling his vehement hatred for the man who had abandoned his family. During dinner, the atmosphere was tense. Evan was noticeably absent from the gathering. Sensing the unease, Grandma turned to Aubrey and instructed her to take food to Evan in his room. Mrs. Jane, however, interjected immedi

The courtroom was quiet. "Eamon Valerius has been present in my son's life for less than one year," she continued. "In that time he has attended every school event he was invited to. He learned Evan's teacher's name within the first week. He knows the name of Evan's best friend, his worst subject, his favorite meal, the exact way he likes his pillow positioned when he sleeps." She paused again. "He sits on the floor and does homework with him. He taught him chess, badly at first, and then properly when Evan complained that losing to someone who was going easy on him was not satisfying." She felt something loosen slightly in her chest as she said it. "When Evan wakes from nightmares, he does

Once near the house, Evan immediately knocked on the door, and soon Vega's parents opened the door. Vega's parents look like they were young. Their natural smile, their natural happiness, their green eyes, their complete teeth, etc. It's just that their faces were already wrinkled and they already had a lot of gray hair. Vega's parents immediately hugged Violeta, Evan, and Vega. After that, Vega's parents gave Evan permission to park the car. "Please just park the car!" "Okay! Thank you!" Evan walked straight to his car. When he was near his car, he immediately got in and drove the car to the yard of Vega's parents' house. After that, he got out while he was closing the car door.

His father clapped his hands with a proud face. "That's my son. A Reeves is not born to be a subordinate. We can live on our own two feet, son. You already own an apartment business and shares in Evan's father's company. You don't even have to work if you want to. Your income from Security Black alone won't run out for seven generations." "Wait, you know who Evan is?" he asked incredulously. His father snorted. "You forgot who I was?" "Wait, I'm not here to talk about my business. You're on purpose, right?"

Evan’s jaw clenched, his eyes narrowing, and his voice dropped into a dangerous growl. “DAMN IT… MOVE! ALL OF YOU, NOW! THE ONE WHO CAUSED THIS WON’T LIVE LONG ENOUGH TO REGRET IT.” His voice echoed through the hall, catching everyone’s attention in a blink of light. His parents stepped forward at once. “Evan,” his mother said tightly, “what are you doing, son? It’s your wedding… you shouldn’t be thinking about anything else today.” Her face was tense, her hands lifted slightly as she glanced between the crowd and him.

The trees in the yard were older than me and dad always spent time on the lawn, making it look so good that I would come out here, sit on the grass and sketch everything around me. On some days when I wasn't feeling quite myself, I went up to my old room and would sleep in there. My parents were always happy to have me and Rain home. They didn't like having an empty nest. Evan stopped at the door and turned to face me. "I should warn you about my grandmother," he said. "Why?" "She is a bit eccentric..." he had a nervous look on his face. "But she means well." "I love a little crazy," I shrugged and Evan looked at me sideways.

"I'm Jennifer. Is Evan's father in the picture? I noticed you only listed yourself on the contact form." The question stings. "Yes, he's very involved. Just couldn't make it this morning." "Oh good. Boys need that male influence, don't you think?" "Evan's father is very present. We co-parent." "You're divorced?" "We were never married." Her eyebrows raise. "I see. Well, as long as Evan has stability." She walks away and I stand there feeling judged and angry and defensive. * * * Two weeks later Miss Sarah emails requesting a parent-teacher conference with both parents.