Evan Peters Characters Novels & Stories

She ecstatically exclaimed, her eyes glimmering at the opportunity she could use to face-slap Mark and Christine. “Nathy, there is absolutely no way that player of a brother would agree to that.” Eva sighed, she knew this was the direction Nathalia was heading to. Everyone knew that Edwin Evan was a playboy. He changed his mind and choice of women like he changes his clothes, and he has a very nice and easy going personality. Despite the attitude of a happy and free lifestyle he possessed, he was not a man people should trifle with. Whenever he was upset, the air around him was like a blizzard. He rarely gets angry, but when he does people tend to run faster than they could think of.

Immediately, all the ladies' mouths fell open upon seeing him. Evan wasn't only good-looking but also had that mysterious yet dangerous vibe. He had dark brown eyes, that intense look, and that poker face he often put on whenever he was in a room full of women. Notably, Evan had that perfectly maintained beard that outlined his chiseled jaws. Aside from that, Evan was tall, well-built, and had broad shoulders. He walked confidently in each step, his chin up, establishing his dominance. "Wow, that's Evan Thompson!" Penelope first remarked. "Phew!" She turned to Emma, saying, "You are lucky to have a hot boss."

Alex rubbed his hands and began, “Look at this,” he pointed at the screen that showed an image of a girl about their own age, she had short brown hair and a clear white face. She had bright eyes and a small nose. In short, she was a pretty girl. Alex had an evil grin on his face. “This is Charlotte Evan Woods, the last and only owner of the EW Group,” he spoke in a greedy tone. “Are you planning on going after A girl this time?” Peace asked.

Struggles with self-doubt and the fear of repeating her parents' fate. Evan Rodriguez - 25 years old - 13th November 1974 - Blue eyes and Black hair. Loves nothing and hates everyting. Prefers to fill his days by doing something useful, be that "getting" information or doing paper work. Likes for everything to be planned or routined. Born in Ernia. Brought up in Ernia and Earkria. Torn between loving his wife and finding his childhood sweetheart. ~

Maxwell POV Those three words set my world alight in the best way. I squeeze her fingers before bringing them up to my lips for a kiss. “Good,” I whisper against her skin with a smile. Once we get closer to the pack house, I spot Evan sitting outside with his two guards. He’s staring down at the patio floor with his shoulders slumped. “There’s Evan,” Laura comments, spotting him at the same time. “How’s he settling in?” I shrug. “I don’t know.”

She might be scared now, but she wasn’t afraid of them. “Querida, like what you see?” , only if he could keep his tongue stuck inside and his words to himself. Evan would be a better person, or so his brother said to him. But who cared about being better? If Noah had the reputation of playboy casanova, Evan was worst. Since Vanessa was his age, he probably didn’t know but they trained together in summers where all teenage wolves did. He didn’t unnerve her the way Noah did either.

He immediately shook his head, "No sir Jimmy, sorry just kidding, sir." said Evan, while lifting his hand with the middle finger and the index finger he established the form of the letter V, whereas the other fingers he folded into the palm of his hands. Allan chuckled laughing to hear it. "You're still afraid of him, Van?" Asked Allan. "Cut this salary, mas Allan, that makes me afraid." murmured Evan by scratching the nape of his neck that does not itch. Again Allan chuckled and his laughter felt comforted by his personal assistant Jimmy. And indeed, over the last few years, just Evan faithful became an assistant Jimmy replacing his father's duties.

The room fell into a heavy silence and Evan stood several feet away, breathing unevenly. His hands trembled slightly before he slowly curled them into fists, he closed his eyes and when he spoke again... His voice was calm. Almost unnaturally calm. "Do you know what Ethan has done?" Natasha said nothing. "You think he's a hero.... He's not....He's built an empire on fear.... He has killed people... He has enemies in every country and yet..." Evan took another slow step as she remained on the floor. "...he lets you believe you're safe with him."

I am standing with Ethan and two other people from the film, and the conversation is easy and warm, and I am laughing at something Ethan said when I become aware of Chase beside me, and the laughter finishes its arc and lands somewhere different than it started. "Vivian," Chase says. "Good party." "Chase." I keep my voice even. "I didn't know you knew Petra." "I'm expanding my circles," he says pleasantly, and looks at Ethan with the specific quality of attention he gives to things he is assessing. "Ethan Beckett." "Chase Sterling." Ethan's voice is steady and warm. He offers his hand. "I've been meaning to reach out. I'm working on a piece about the Sterling family history for—"