Evan Engram Parents Novels & Stories

“You marked me that night itself. Remember Rolan? You practically carried me out of the party and took me to your room.....” “Oh ok. I think that’s enough information mom.” Evan cringed at the thought of their parents marking each other. She simply glared at her son. “Hmm. Fine Evan. But I want you to mark her tonight. If not, I'll make you mark her.” She threatened before leaving the room. His dad followed her and closed the door behind them. Evan was quick to lock the door. Elle was simply amazed by how lively and fun Evan’s family was. She was too lucky to be part of it.

“After he arrived at F Country, he kept asking someone to find me because it seems that he has a woman whom he cares about and that he needs my father’s help.” When Madeline heard this, she could guess that this important woman was definitely Shirley and she already had an accurate guess I’m her heart. “Mr. Evan, is your father a doctor too?” Madeline asked the question she had in her heart. Evan nodded. “More than half of my family members are doctors, specializing in different fields, and my father is the best one. He’s a prestigious specialist all over the world.” “Did Carter find you in hopes that your father will help treat his female friend?” Madeline asked again.

Evan and the other man are a spitting image of the older man so I assume he is their father. "Hello dear. Xavier Rodriguez, Evan's father. It's lovely to meet you. " I was right "And I am Ryker Rodriguez, Evan's Brother. Good to see you. I assume you have met my wife, Analeigh and my children, Zandra and Zander. " "Nice to meet you too. And yes I have met your wife although I have not talked to her yet. " "Well, let's not keep them both waiting here. I am sure they are tired from their trip. Let them rest. Go on my darlings, go rest and come back around 1:30 pm we will have our lunch together."

she said defensively but was also curious as to what had happened. Grace then briefly described Evan's relationship with Melissa, but without explaining his past health condition in detail. "That's why Melissa and Mr. Rogers became his last resort," she said. “But still, as far as I know, it's difficult because Evan isn't like me. His mom never got divorced. His dad had passed away before it was done. By law, his mom should be his guardian. Isn’t it so?" Nita shrugged. "Who knows? Does Mr. Williams have no other relatives? Siblings? Or uncles and aunts, either from the side of his mom or his late dad?” Nita investigated.

] "Oh, that’s good to hear. I thought you weren’t going to pursue it. Forced?" ["Nah... free will,"] he said casually. "Nice," I replied with a small chuckle. Evan’s parents are both lawyers. Well... a whole family of lawyers, huh? ["How’s life over there?"] he asked, turning the question back to me. "Kind of stress—" ["Because of your husband?"] "What? No! Of course not," I said, furrowing my brows for a second before relaxing and adding, "We’re on good terms."

"Mom! Evan's friend Jake is staying for dinner! The one who kicked his ass!" Evan groaned, burying his face in his hands. I laughed, the sound surprising me. "Your family is incredible." "You have no idea." Dinner was fun. His mother, a warm woman with Evan's dark eyes, insisted on piling my plate with food. His father, a quiet man with a firm handshake, asked about the season, about my plans for college. His sister, a freshman with a sharp tongue, kept making comments about the game. After dinner, as I was leaving, he walked me to my truck.

"But who's Damian?" He met my gaze, his expression steady. "I am." “Wait, what? You’re Damian?” He nodded slowly. "But how do you fit into all of this?" I asked. And why didn’t he tell me who he was right away? He looked at the door and then returned his gaze to me. "Your mother was Evangeline Dominguez, and your father was Alphonso Georgino. Their love was forbidden. Although they were from rival families, they chose to see beyond their differences.”

Evans I sat quietly at the dinner table, trying not to look too interested in the conversation swirling around me. Across from me, my father, Arthur Blake, held court, talking business with the energy he saved for family dinners, as if even our time together had to be a matter of strategic value. My mother, Elora, sat beside him. And right next to me, my twin brother, Ryan, soaked up Dad’s attention like he was basking in the sun, his smile wide, his posture attentive—exactly the way Dad liked it.

On the day Evan Carter was supposed to meet my adoptive parents, his phone was turned off all day. As my future husband, he had confidently promised me the night before that he would win my parents over. Yet even after the server had refilled our glasses for the sixth time, I still couldn’t reach him. A few hours later, I came across a post from Evan’s assistant, Maya Collins. In the photos, Evan was sitting on her family’s couch with bags of expensive gifts around him, keeping her parents company. The caption read: “My family has been pressuring me to get married nonstop. Thank you to my amazing boss for stepping in and pretending to be my boyfriend so I could get through this!” Evan

"Why help me? What do you want?" Evan looked at her, then shifted his gaze to Dominic's KS-0407. "The Thorne capital built Sacred Heart, but your mother's brilliance gave it a soul. My grandfather always said Thorne owed the Clairs a debt." He looked back at her. "I simply don't wish to fail that debt." "Contact me when you've made up your mind." Evan gave a small nod, offering her one last, profound look before disappearing into his car. Avery stood there, the night wind tangling her hair. She looked down at the card, her mind reeling from Evan's words: Your father didn't know. What kind of secret was so heavy it could drive a wedge between parents who loved each other so deeply?