Evan Peters Characters Novels & Stories

Evan and hugged mom kissing both of her cheeks, she hugged me too but must have sensed my uneasiness about the kisses because she didn't bother pressing her lips to my cheek, but she gave a knowing smile and took a seat beside mom. The next to come up was their son, a 14-year-old boy with an air of manliness about him, at his elbow was who I assumed to be Cara Evan, dark-haired like the others and unlike her brother, Melvin was incredibly shy. She nodded at me with a smile. "Welcome to WhiSare," she said shyly. "Thank you."

Back when Summer and the others treated her that way, wasn’t it because they were certain she would never be able to turn things around in this lifetime? Well, now she had. Not only had she turned things around, but the person backing her was Christian from Hogarth Group. Evan looked at Gray. “Don’t you know what kind of place this is? Is this somewhere you people can act wild?” “Whether we can or not, haven’t we already done it?” Gray was a refined, middle-aged gentleman from Eirden. Even now, he still carried a mild, elegant grace. Yet even so, there was a sharpness in his bones that could not be ignored.

Pete and I head out of the truck and walk down the quiet, calm night. I thought about the plan again to see if any things could have been improved. Waves of worry rose from the back of my neck hair, but all this is for the people who will become victims of Eva's reign of her fake salvation and Poppy. The world may never be safe, but if the Order and their fake prophet disappear for good, they will be the least of my worries. "Hey, Terry," Pete interrupted the silence as we waited for Eva. What if this doesn't work? As you said earlier, Eva can be sharp and won't fall for tricks like me pretending to be your daughter. We are the same height, but our bodies are built differently."

I need to gather myself and start my project next week. ************ Author's pov It was evening, and Evans was at home, still engrossed with his laptop in the living room. He worked as an assistant manager in an insurance company and was a close friend of Kenneth. They had known each other for many years. Evans, a tall man with a fit physique, had his eyes fixed on the laptop screen when he heard a knock on his front door. He lifted his face and glanced at the door, not expecting anyone other than Kenneth, who occasionally dropped by on his way back from work. Hoping it was Kenneth, Evans casually said,

Along one side, there’s a row of sleek metal cabinets with digital locks. I enter the code without looking. The drawer slides open. Files stare back. I find the one marked H-47 and pull it out. The folder feels too light for what it contains. His picture is clipped to the front. The same brown eyes. Less gray hair. A more relaxed jaw. EVAN HART Age at intake: 34 Marital status: Married Spouse: Leah Hart Pre-existing conditions: None reported Psychological profile: – High empathy – Strong protector reflex – Elevated guilt response

I’m desperate. I nod. Ivan turns the screen toward me again. Under the faded “Kingsley,” another name appears — handwritten, slanted, almost hesitant. Evander. (nickname: Evan) My breath leaves me in a rush. Faith covers her mouth. “Oh my God…” Evander Kingsley. Evan. A name that feels like a story I was never told. I whisper it again, tasting it, testing it. “Evander…” It feels foreign and heavy.

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.

He introduces himself as Evan. Parker calls out a guy named Brett, another tall jacked dude. How have I not noticed how many attractive, well-built guys there are in this class before? I guess it makes sense for the athletic guys to all choose a PE class. It’s an easy grade. I look at the group in front of me before looking back at Xander and Evan and say, “Any suggestions?”

It saddens me but at the same time, I have hopes that this will change in the future, especially when Anthony learns to trust Evan and sees him for who he is. Suddenly, a man approaches our table. He's very tall and has a big belly. His face is red and marked with ancient acne scars. He raises his hands up and loudly says, "Evan, my boy! Come here! Come greet your Uncle Charlie!" I glance at Evan and watch him sheepishly get up to greet his uncle. He looks genuinely happy that he's here. Once they're done, he looks at me and extends his hand, signaling for me to join his side. I stand up, excusing myself from the table, and go to them.

Taking her hand in mine, I slightly bent to kiss her knuckles. Evangeline was a stunning girl of good height with brown bouncy blowout hair and large eyes the same color as her Dad. She had a straight barbell nose piercing and round carmine lips and was rather elegant in that blue Maude dress. Most importantly, she held a strong aura. There was no doubt that the Elders would approve of her. She smiled shyly, looking up at me under her lashes. “Then I must trouble you to take care of me.” A low growl came from Pete. My eyes snapped at him with warning as they narrowed and connected to his picotee blue eyes. He flinched, averting his gaze as I straightened and moved around the table to take th