Evangeline Characters Novels & Stories

Why should she, a simple country girl, act so high and mighty? Her daughter, Julis was the one who deserved to be seen as the graceful swan! Lydia, feeling snubbed, refused to back down. "Evie, did you and Walter split up? It's no big deal if Walter doesn't want you anymore. After all, you're a Rearden. Why don't you return to the Reardens' with me later?" Evangeline's path was blocked, and she found herself face to face with Lydia, who was clearly enjoying the little performance.

Evangeline gasped and started to fall to her knees before I caught her. Evangeline’s cries broke my heart. I had a few of the Den Leaders wives come over and hold her, their mates stood in front of them, guarding them from harm. “You are pathetic, Ferrell! You force someone, who happens to be UNDER THE MATING AGE, to be your mate? When she has yet to meet her true mate? You are old enough to be her grandfather!” Den Leader Voux snaps while he stands with Den Leader Vexus, in front of their mates and Evangeline.

I'll bring them to visit you next time, okay? Caroline looked at Katie's name on the tombstone, her eyes welling with tears. "Mom, please forgive me for not visiting. I haven't yet defeated my enemies, so I don't have the courage to face you. Please forgive me…" - In the car on the way back, Evan looked displeased. He stared out the window, feeling suffocated. He had faced doubts from others, but when Caroline doubted him, it stirred a furious but dumb response within him.

They had already lost one friend; could they bear to lose another? Liam stepped forward, his voice resolute. "I'll do it." He placed a hand on Evie's shoulder, his touch conveying a silent message of understanding, of shared burden. Evie shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes. "No, Liam, I can't let you." The argument was fierce, their voices echoing across the desolate plains. But in the end, Evie wouldn't let Liam sacrifice himself. Elara's death weighed heavily on her, a constant reminder of the consequences of recklessness.

Victoria teased. "Huh? No. No... We are not a thing. We just project partners, personally, I don't know anything about him" Evangeline said, her voice laced speedily as clearly visible of nervousness. Her cheeks turned pink as she fiddled with the hem of her dress as her embarrassment peaked.

“We’re not winning this.” “No,” Annabel snapped, shoving a tendril away with a forceful swipe. “We don’t run.” Evangeline’s laughter rose above the cacophony, mocking and cold. She stood atop the same jagged rock Malachi had occupied moments ago, her eyes glowing as she orchestrated the attack. “Still so stubborn,” Evangeline called. “That’s why they’ll die. All of them.” Annabel snarled, surging forward, but the rogue yanked her back just as a shadow lashed out, slamming into the ground where she’d stood. “You’ll get yourself killed,” he growled. “Think!”

It was something immature people came up with just because they're blinded by the people surrounding them. But now he knew how one person can change your whole perspective of things. Ever since his Evie came to his life, many things have changed. His whole view of things, how he thinks about a certain situation, and even facing problems. He could also see how Evie changed not only his life, but others' too. Genevieve Cortes Dominguez was an angel sent from the sky, meant to guide and provide happiness for everyone she meets. She was an angel of light and kindness. The epitome of perfection, in many ways possible.

Evangeline's POV My lips curled into a playful smirk, my arms crossed in front of them. In front of the two people who have betrayed me a while ago. “So, you're choosing this bitch over me now, Drake?” I gritted. “I am not a bitch, Evangeline! You are!” I shook my head, not taking my eyes off her. “Whatever, Adeline. The damage has been done. You flirt with my husband. You are his mistress and that won't change. Do you think—”

If she is injured, she will heal, she will not age as quickly, and should she die, I will have a chance to bring her back to me. Evangeline started her life here as my maid, an orphan of one of Halen’s cullings, but there is something about her that soothes me. I trust her with my existence, and she has proven her worth many times over in the five years she has been at my side.

I dramatically say. The rest of the way is silent, not a word spoken by either of us until Sebastian brings me up to the house. He tells me that he will be back later after knocking firmly on the door. A girl opens it, maybe a year or two older than me. Fiona, I am assuming, reminds me of the dolls I used to play with. Her smile is sweet and inviting, her hair is jet black and filled with shiny, large curls, and her entire aroma makes you want to please her. I look up at her with admiration, wanting to know how she makes everything seem dandy. "You must be Evangeline," her voice is something of an angel's, a voice you would want to sing lullabies, rocking you to sleep.