Evangeline Anderson Books Novels & Stories

I clicked the link, which took me to one of the news sites. “Rich Author Raises Money for Families in Need,” read the article’s heading. My mouth suddenly went dry, I right myself on the bed. This wasn’t the kind of thing I could look at while lying down. I scanned the article, taking in fragments here and there. Evangeline Snow the reporter said, is a Contemporary romance writer whose novels are New York Bestselling books has started her charity work by raising money for friends facing foreclosure. That had been the year before, and since then she’d organized fundraisers for several other families and has foundations which helps orphaned kids.

"Can we read one now?" "Sure, buddy." I sat in the chair on his other side, opening the first book. But my attention kept drifting to Evangeline, to the way she naturally anticipated Theo's needs, the way she'd built this whole life without me. After finishing two books, Theo yawned. "Someone's tired," Evangeline said gently. "How about a nap?" "Not tired," Theo protested, even as his eyes drooped. "Just rest your eyes for a bit. We'll be here when you wake up."

Why can’t he pay them to cure Mom? I learned to read novels to Mom back then until she fell asleep. She loves Thomas Hardy, just like Dad. I distanced myself from everything that would remind me of her suffering. This annoying confinement that smelled of alcohol. They tried to hide the irking scent with artificial fragrance from bleach and soap, but it did nothing to my senses. Even from Hardy’s books, I kept a respectful distance because every word, every hard cover, reminds me of her. “Can you direct me where Evan Carter is?” I breathed out at the receptionist. She has a landline trapped on her shoulders and right cheeks. Fingers keep punching on the keyboard.

She fidgeted with her fingers and swallowed tightly. "You were only nice to your family, and you loved Caroline so much. So, I thought that if your father had nothing, there could be conflicts here and there, and it would make it easier for me to get close to you." “That's not a valid reason, but I'm more concerned about the other wrongdoings you've committed," Garvin inquired. Evangeline confessed, "I've married men and divorced them for financial gain. I've also lied about my age and constantly lied about Caroline. It was all because I wanted to be close to you. I craved your attention."

The girl who appeared out of nowhere and disappeared just as quickly. "Evangeline," she says, closing her book. Her voice is calm, like she was expecting me. "You look terrible."

I instructed and she nodded curtly. With that, I left the building and went back home, irritated and angry because I’d allowed that scumbag to ruin my day. Now because of him, my headache was back with full force. When I got to the penthouse, I found Evangeline asleep on the couch in the private office lounge. She'd apparently been reading, now the book rested on her chest with one arm hanging off the side and her hair everywhere. The image stopped me in my tracks and my chest tightened because of how peaceful and comfortable she looked.

Not just a girl with too many shadows. She was Evangeline. And, honestly? This was where the real story started.

"You ready to talk yet?" she asked me and I nodded, grabbed her hand, and walked out the back door to the porch. The dogs were playing outside under the moonlight. Evangeline had left after the last phone call from the Council because now things needed to be put into action to try and fix whats wrong. But we needed some other people to help out to see if we could find out what was wrong with her. I could see her thoughts churning in her head as she came out back with me. I tried to pull her to me as we say on the porch but she sat in her own seat and sighed softly as our friends surrounded us.

They were pictures of Evangeline when she was younger. Evangeline Bright, daughter of Gray Bright and Lisa Bright. Only daughter. I read everything there was to know about her childhood. “How did she meet Alex?” I asked, my eyes still on her picture. Andreas sighed. “They had met in a art gallery Evangeline had owned.” He answered. “She draws?” Grayson chipped in. Andreas shook his head. “No, she does not. What she does is that she collects popular pieces and places them in her gallery. Not just that, she pays artists to draw what she tells them to.”

No class. "I know." it was Evangeline’s turn to roll his eyes. "But I have to deliver some books to the library and I know he will be there. And then I’ll find a way for him to know my feelings.” [...] Evangeline woke up willing to make Ruby fall at her feet. It was another hot day in the Bronx and she was alone in the trailer. Taking advantage of Leah’s lack, Evie tasted all her dresses and opted for the most flowery. He had thin straps, valued her breasts and was slightly above the knee. After putting on her shoes that she thinks will be lucky and get the books that would be returned, Evie leaves her trailer.