Evangeline Characters Novels & Stories

Third Person's POV: Evangeline couldn’t understand what was happening to her. She didn’t want to live anymore. With her now wounded jaw, she could only drink soup and juices through straws. She denied her food, struggled with Caspar whenever he tried to rape her. Casper was losing patience with her. So, he starved her three days without even any drinks. Evangeline got seriously ill, being compelled to, he had to call a doctor. "How long will it take for her to get well?" He asked the doctor.

CHAPTER 2 The maids were busy with Evangeline, they were in the living room with Evangeline, they were like kids who were playing dress-up to a doll, all of them admired her beauty and her skin, which was too soft and white. “Oh my gosh, you’re beautiful,’’ one of the maids, Claire, yelled in admiration as she hugged Evangeline, Blake laughed secretly as he watched the maids’ reactions to her look. Claire was enjoying braiding her hair while the other maids were worried what Blake’s reactions about it because Claire was too much into her. Claire was only an 18years old, and seeing Evangeline’s beauty sparkled her eyes that she wanted to see how can she turned her into a Goddess, and she was

“Alexander Creed’s estate. How may we help you?” “Did my wife make it home?” I ask gruffly. “No sir.” Of course she wouldn’t. She’s angry. I click the call to end and drive with a place in mind. . . . Evangeline’s building is quiet when I arrive. I don’t even remember driving here. My head is a blur, my emotions a tangled mess. I knock. Hard. The door opens slowly. Evangeline stands there, wrapped in a robe, her hair still wet. Like she just got out of the shower. Her brows lift, as though silently asking why I’ve come.\

Anton, the soccer captain of the school, Joma, the oddest nerd (he is the smartest of the five of us), Miko, the cute boy, and a band member, and Jon, the basketball team captain. We are in the school's familiar circles. I'm the only rose among the thorns, but I'm even thornier than they are because I'm the most "player" among the five of us. That's what they say. But as long as I know, I'm just friendly. *wink* I'm Evangeline Damian, the volleyball women's team captain of Marion High School and a certified girl magnet. "Congrats, Ev," Miko greeted me with a hug and lifted me up.

But after several failed attempts of changing it, Evangeline accepted and in fact learned to love being a ginger. As for her face, it resembled more her dad’s than her mother’s. Well, that’s what her brother always said since she didn’t remember what they looked like. The smooth, sculpted features made it easy for her to mold her face however she wanted. And Evangeline wasn’t that humble to deny that she was pretty. She’d just rather people not comment about it. After another exhausting day, Evangeline sat on her bed and leaned on the headboard. She then took out her laptop and played the first video from what seemed like a series. This had been her routine for a few years now.

Vin. The door opens and the last person I expected to see nervously walks in. She is in a white little dress and with her hair braided like that, she looks like an angel. She is all mine, and I am not sharing her with anyone. Even the people sitting in front of me. Eva hesitates walking in and nervously smiles at me. When I stretch my right hand to her, she quickly walks to me and carefully sits on my lap. The way my heart just skipped to her little action, reminds me just how much I adore her. She is my pretty angel.

My mom was my main concern as she disregarded this topic like I hadn’t mentioned it. She grabbed my hand to guide me to the couch where I sat in bewilderment, listening to my mom’s excited broadcast. “Evangeline specially went to the poor packs in the West and worked with NGOs to serve the common people, providing them basic necessities like water and food. Look, she has arranged a clean water supply for the Zellburry Pack.” My mom showed me the pictures and videos of Evangeline’s work, her charitable foundation was really helping the people in need. But what was its connection with my question?

What Audrey had been most interested in was not Evangeline's relationship with Godric, but rather how she'd come to England and made a life for herself. Most ladies would be scandalized even speaking a courtesan's name, but Audrey was not most ladies. Evangeline was French, and she knew much about the trouble on the Continent. She had been forced to flee when her aristocratic family had been killed. She'd fought her way to England, only to become a courtesan in order to survive. Rather than judge her, Audrey respected her for her strength.

Mary fought back, defending herself “At least, I had the brain not to marry the two of them, I refused Jared because I loved Mike. And do you know what it does not matter whether you are married to Jared now he will always love me, and that is a fact that you can never make untrue” Evangeline declared, Mary sat motionless on the floor, it was as if she was in a dream, the hostility was too much for her to bare, her eyes began to water at the hurtful words of Evangeline

Despite trying to dismiss her suspicions, the sight of Klein with his ex stirred a storm of emotions within her. Evangeline had been cautiously optimistic about her future with Klein, believing she was on the verge of a happy ending after so many circumstances. They were planning a wedding, building a life together, and raising their children. It was everything she had longed for. But now, with Daphnie standing there, crying in Klein's arms, a wave of insecurity crashed over her. The woman was undeniably beautiful, even in her distress. Her features were delicate, her hair impeccably styled, and despite her tears, she exuded a certain elegance that Evangeline couldn't help but envy.