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he told her. “Alright, it's now or ever Evangeline Carter." She mumbled before opening the car door. __________________________________ AUTHOR NOTE Hello guys, I really appreciate you lovely people reading my book and I hope you enjoyed it. More chapters would be out soon Please do try out my other book - Black Rose: Revenge Of The Callous Heiress. I'm sure that you'll love it and it's back to being updated regularly. In addition, your support is crucial to this book's success. So please vote with your Gems. Your comments and reviews are greatly appreciated too.

Evangeline was working to unlock her full power, but she was failing again and again. . Evangeline's POV (Sorry for quickly changing the POV, but I was making a lot of I, she, he mistakes when I started writing the chapter in third person POV. So, I switched back to the original one, and I'm feeling too lazy to edit the above paragraph.) . 'Concentrate, Eva! Concentrate!' Ivory kept motivating me, and the next thing I knew, I was in the hospital, and mom was writing a diary. A familiar diary which I had received on the day of my wedding.

"Your mother used to write diaries. All the diaries are records of her life. If you read them, you can know them. You can know about her pain. But your father was so manipulative, he tried to burn them all down, so you can never get to know the truth. Your mother saved the diaries from burning. All the fingers of her right hand got burnt that time. Your father used a dark witch and made your mother to forget all her magic. She didn’t want to be hated by you forever. She, too, wanted you to know the truth and understand her pain. So, she kept them hidden inside a safe under your room. If you get time then see it yourself." "And another thing, Theodore. I am giving you ultimatum of three days.

Her rounded belly prevented her from moving around, so she enjoyed her days, sitting in the living room knitting sweaters for her nephews. “my bones can no longer do fieldwork, I will leave the young ones to it, where is Evangeline?” “She is in the Kitchen with Polly, she mentioned something about cooking a large dinner. I wonder what she inventing in that kitchen” Evangeline had over the years become a lot more calmer and wanted to assist in earning the family’s upkeep. She had started a food shop in the town right beside Mrs Sanders Carriage shop, which earned her lots of customers. She also had her mini-farm which Jared was kind enough to help to manage for her. For Evangeline could not i

“Maybe you should ask him about that.” “Oh I plan on it.” We drank the night away in an attempt to bury the bad memories and replace them with better ones. It never worked, and this wasn’t our first time trying, but we were stubborn wenches and— “If we were in a fantasy novel, I’d one hundred percent be the tavern wench. Oh, or a pirate! I’d drink and fuck for the rest of my—” Evangeline hiccupped, paused her inner monologue to zone out for a minute and a half, then gasped dramatically and dove off the bed for something. She vanished as she hit the floor with a thunk. Her arm shot up, a small envelope clutched in her hand. “IALMOSTFORGOTIHAVEAPRESENTFORYOUMYLOVE!”

"She was a very wonderful person. She made it through tough times with Eric's father, and many things went wrong with her family. Evangeline is a strong woman for making it through the things that happened." I cannot help but smile as Marina's words make me want to get to know her even more. I can only hope that she will find me suitable for her son, not that she can change our bond, but it would be nice to have some kind of approval. Evangeline is his mother. "Do you need any help cleaning up?" I ask, and she only waves me off. "This is barely a mess, but thank you for offering. You'd be surprised by the amount of people who take advantage of my position."

I stretched my arm into the space and poked the air with my finger, showing him exactly what I did, “A light blinded my sight and you know what I saw? Or better to say what I felt?” He raised a brow, his fist clenched in anticipation, “What?” “I felt more than just one entity inside her. My head felt like it would explode any second from the aura Evangeline radiated, even as a baby.” I flicked the finished cigarette on the ground and stamped it with my feet, “I cannot explain what energies she holds, because it was confusing. There was darkness which I believe she gets from you and Asphalt, but there was warmth in that darkness.”

I would cross that bridge later. Evangeline's eyes scanned the tent. Her nostrils flared as she breathed in the scent of the space. I hated that about witches. Their senses were nearly as sensitive as a dog, and she seemed to be able to pick up on even the most subtle of changes in an environment. "Then, why is she sharing your tent?" Evangeline asked accusingly. Her blonde hair streamed around her like flowing water. "You should know all about strangers sharing your tent."

"My great-grandmother was the one who first documented the arrival of 'the starving one' and Eleanor's revolutionary solution to his hunger. But more importantly, she recorded what happened the last time Evangeline tried to reclaim him." Iris felt her breath catch as Sarah opened the journal, revealing pages covered in careful handwriting that chronicled decades of supernatural encounters. The entries were methodical, clinical, documenting everything from unexplained disappearances to mysterious recoveries, from protective rituals to the supernatural creatures who moved through Millbrook's shadows.

There are larger battles than desire. By the time I reached the northern ridge where my aunt lived, I had calmed enough to remember why I needed her. If anyone held the truth about my bloodline, it was her. Her cottage sat under the twisted boughs of a dead oak, the air thick with herbs and smoke. She was waiting for me, as though she had already known I’d come. Her eyes, pale and sharp like winter ice, fixed on me the moment I entered. “You look tired,” she said, her voice like gravel.