Evangeline Characters Novels & Stories

Rolling her eyes again she patted the six foot and seven inch broad man on the shoulder, “I am just gong for a walk Mario. I’m not running away” “Mr Castillo instructed I have you home before- “Mr Castillo isn’t here now is he?’. Her brows arched in question He nodded and moved out of the way, she flashed him a smile and strode down the street whilst being aware of his lingering presence behind her. A few heads turned as she made her way into a corner and rightfully so. At almost six feet, Evangeline Castillo was a striking woman, jet-black hair with the most mesmerising hazel green eyes and long legs perfect for modelling. She almost ventured into the fashion world once, but her father deem

Her emotional blindness baffled him. Heath remembered the night his life had changed forever. He chuckled to himself, remembering his initial reaction as they pulled his battered, 1970, dirt-brown, Chevy Nova up to the abandoned Baptist Church building. "Hmm, you're sure this is the right address," he had questioned skeptically. "Yup," May-Ellen had answered, "We don't rent buildings and waste resources we could put to better use." Her beautiful Auburn hair was tied into pigtails that night. Heath was mesmerized by how they bounced as she spoke. "We find places nobody else wants," she proudly explained. "It's always better to use something that already exists instead of forcing new things in

Martin smirked as he placed a feathered kiss on Eva’s leg. Eva wiggled her legs to get out of Martin’s grip. Martin soon let go and smiled to himself. “I’ll be back baby girl” Martin whispered as he walked into the bathroom. Eva built up enough anger to try to break her restraints. After a few attempts, she felt one of her restraints loosen. She was then able to loosen both. Once her hands were free Eva quickly undid the restraints on her legs. When she finally heard Martin walk into the room she didn’t miss a beat and threw herself on him. She was able to land a few punches before Martin threw Eva across the room.

Honestly. I thought about it. Then answered. “Maybe.” Silence. Because that was the closest thing to admitting weakness I had given anyone. Ever. --- On the drive home, Evangeline was quiet. Not distant. Just thinking. “What?” She looked over. “Nothing.” I raised an eyebrow. She sighed. “You and Kennedy are similar.” I frowned. “That is offensive.” She laughed. “No, I mean it.” “How?” “You both pretend you don’t care.” I looked ahead.

ALEXANDER I’d noticed Evangeline’s worsening behavior a long time ago, but I never really had to worry about it. After all, I had Margaret by my side, and she offered comfort when Evangeline couldn’t. She always validated my opinions regarding Evangeline and she saw just as I did that Eva was a brat sometimes and she liked to throw tantrums. However, this behavior was getting harder to ignore. The Eva I knew would have never asked me for money to ignore an issue, and she would have never ordered the most expensive item on the menu. She was acting weird and out of character, and even Margaret couldn’t get me to ignore it.

Evangline stared at me, bewildered, as if I had spoken some foreign language. "I'm sorry," I said. "I didn't mean to sound rude. I'm just trying to figure out who you are." She smiled, "It's OK, you were young and a lot has happened. I worked with your mother. She was one of the original founding members of the High Council, as well as your uncle Adam," Evangeline replied. "You know my mother?" I whispered. Evangeline smiled and nodded, "I know a lot, dear, and I am here to help."

"Don't worry about me. This is who I am! Don't you know about it already? You provoked me and now you want to marry another woman. Zion, you're ignoring me, right?" "Evangeline was so angry that she went forward and grabbed Zion by the collar. She said fiercely, ""I dare you to marry another woman! Go ahead! I'll kill all the women that you marry. I'm not kidding at all!"""

Dark hair, dark eyes, pale skin, and the sweetest piece of ass anyone has ever seen with a temper of a lioness. It reminded me of someone, someone who fucking stabbed me in the back. It piqued my interest in this mysterious vicious beauty but then again Evangeline can't kill anyone, she is too much of a baby to actually hurt someone. I gathered all the fucking information, anything that could tie Evangeline to the Morrettis. It wasn't hard to figure out that Evangeline's mother had run away from home at the age of twenty-one with Elijah Bolton and her full name was Mary Celia Moretti.

“Ah, one more thing you need to know. Apart from the fact that Mrs. Evangeline has been an orphan since the age of ten, you can read the data well. She got married because of an arranged marriage. I don't know what exactly it was but it seems like a past relationship between the parents. You know, it's not easy to refuse your parents' requests, right?” Max stared at Pablo intensely. “But the marriage has been strongly opposed by Roderick until now.” “How did you know?” Max asked, full of curiosity. “Since your pay is big this time, I deliberately looked for more information. You should be grateful. It's just that my warning is clear, be careful when it comes to the Langley family.” Max's gri

For a moment she was intimidated but she quickly shook it off. Evangeline watched as the so called assistant of her son walks into the restaurant and towards her table with perfect stride, she was beautiful—more beautiful than she imagined. Grayson had a good eye for sure, she couldn't help but commend his choice but that didn't take away who she was inside. A pauper and an opportunist. ‘Hello'. She muttered icily. ‘Hello', Kathleen pursed her lips, ‘You wanted to see me?'. ‘You are correct', Evangeline took of her shades and placed it on the table with priss, ‘I want you to stay away from my son"..