Evan Peters Characters Novels & Stories

It showed me what kind of personality Evan has, even in the absence of knowing his name and status in life. I met the real him without the knowledge of this Evan Carter the public tagged to be the modern day Don Juan. He beams at my response, a blinding, alluring smile that turned me into a putty inside. His movement startled me; his lips attacked mine at a fast speed, claiming his stake. I melted in his tantalizing touch. Our lips molded in sync, a perfect cadence my body and soul came accustomed to. Our moans sang with our heart thumps. It could’ve been another sweet, steamy scene on his couch if his phone didn’t chime.

You have to pay the price of everything. Evan stared at her with his sharp vigilant eyes. He was right about her. Evan Conon Hemsworth was known to detect the personality of people at first sight. And about Helena He knew that she was a stubbornly conscious person. “Do you need to know about it, Miss Perez? Is it not enough for you that you will be getting my protection!” Evan questioned her.

Jack was conflicted these days. He couldn’t get a hold of his feelings. He wanted to move on from the horrible past that always brought tears and pain to him. He wanted to cut all ties that bound him with the nightmare. But... There was a rope that was holding two people. Evan Charles - Stephen. And it wasn’t easy to break it apart. His heart had started to open for Nine. As a friend, a good company. And to top it, Evan was so comfortable with him that sometimes he would spend time with Nine when Jack was busy in his meetings. Nine was also so fond of Evan like his own son.

Eva stepped up the pathway and took in the new surroundings that would now be her new school, during the last year of her school journey. She took a deep breath and gripped her bag tightly to her chest. “Name?” Eva stopped and looked at the tall figure blocking the doorway. He was huge, over six feet and had a clipboard in his hands. “Eva Smith,” she stated and the man glanced at her for a second before turning back to his clipboard. He grunted when he found her name and allowed her to enter.

“It seems you both have had a hard time. Amanda told us how much you have helped her and what a wonderful mother you are.” Charley walks in to congratulate Kody and to see his pups when he smells the air, he looks around the room. In the corner he sees Evangeline with Melody changing the pups. Evangeline looked up to see Charley. “Excuse me, my name is Charley, and I believe you are my mate.” “I believe we are mates; my name is Evangeline.” She was blushing even at her age. Charley walked over to her, “Would you care to have a cup of coffee and get to know each other a little better.”

Still, my legs were shaky as I turned around, pretending I was simply scanning the room for someone important. There they were. Taller than I remembered. Much taller. Both of them easily over six feet now, with broad shoulders that filled their tailored black suits perfectly. Their faces were the same… yet completely different. Sharper jawlines, stronger cheekbones, and an aura of raw masculinity that made my stomach tighten in ways I didn’t want to admit. Ethan stood slightly to the left, his posture rigid, expression cool and unreadable. His dark hair was styled back neatly, eyes scanning the crowd with quiet intensity. Evan was beside him, looking more relaxed, a faint smirk playing on hi

It was closing in on midnight when Daniel and Eva finally got to be alone. The packhouse had been busy as usual but they also had been talking with Ethan and Bethan. Eva had noticed a vast difference between the siblings not only in age but also personality. Ethan was much more confident and outgoing. It was easy to see why he had a high ranking position in his pack. Bethan on the other hand was shy and quiet. She seemed to prefer blending into the background. "What a day." Eva breathed as she shut the bedroom door.

The day had flown by, and it was almost nine o’clock. “We waited for you,” Evan said. “And it was worth the wait.” He winked at me. “I’ll let you get settled in, my dear.” Peter said, smiling and looking back and forth between me and Evan. Then he headed back over to the fireplace, where I saw he’d been smoking a pipe. “Come on,” Evan said. “Your stuff beat you here and I got some of it set up in your room. I want to show you where everything went.”

Author's POV Amelia was cooking dinner for her babies when Evan entered the kitchen and ran towards her. He hugged her legs. Amelia looked at her beloved son who was pouting sadly. Amelia stopped the stove then bent down to his level. "What happened, baby? Why is my boy looking sad?" Amelia asked him softly. "Ethan is watching the news. I want to see a cartoon" Evan said and pouted innocently. Amelia smiled hearing this. Well, it happened every night. Ethan would want to see business news and Evan would want to see cartoons. So, Amelia made a solution, in the afternoon Evan would watch cartoons and at night Ethan would watch the news.

If they don't object, then we will take Alina to school, and if they object, then we will not get admitted to this school," Ethan said directly, leaving no place for argument. "Evan is right, Mommy. Why are you so worried? We will be with our princess. No harm can touch her" Evan spoke up seriously. Hearing Ethan's words, she understood that now, no matter what she wanted to say, Ethan and Evan would not listen to her. Anastasia felt very bad to accept this face, but it was true that Ethan and Evan's character and way of speaking were exactly like Arthur's.