Evans Nikopoulos Novels & Stories

She hesitated for a while before slowly walking in, but she kept a good distance between them. "I am Nicklaus." He said extending his hand. Eva stared at his hand for a while then approached him slowly before placing her little hand in his. Nicklaus couldn't help but smile at her. She was a brave one to come near him even though she was very afraid. Nicklaus knew that she wanted to appear unafraid to him. "How old are you Eva?" "Eight." She drew back her hand and stared at him calculatingly with those innocent brown eyes. "Did you see the devil when you fell inside?"

Peter suddenly asks, making Eva turn her head towards the old man who had a soft smile on his face. “I do, Old Master. My best friend is my date but it seems like something came up so she is running late." Eva replied. She was already secretly starting to get worried why Nathalia hasn't arrived yet. “Perhaps, you mean Miss Nathalia Evan?" Nicholas questioned. Unlike his father who was clueless about what Eva's reputation in the country was, Nicholas knew that Eva wasn't a very likable person in the country and he also knew that Nathalia Evan was her only best friend. Even though Eva doesn't know him, he has come across Eva multiple times in social events but they never exchange greetings or

I look up at Nico. So this is Domenico Perez

A man walked by his side, and I assumed that it was his father, Elijah, approached us, and looking at Katerina he froze for a second before shaking his head, snapping himself out of whatever daze he fell into. “Alpha Domenico” he said, looking at the Lycan who smiled. “Elijah, it is nice seeing you here” “I am part of the city’s businessmen, it is only right to attend such social events” he said, smiling at him before turning to face Katerina and I “my apologies for my rudeness. I’m Elijah Grimaldi, and this is my wife, Sophia Grimaldi”

Indy sat beside him, hand resting lightly on his forearm in silent claim. Soup arrived first—velvety butternut squash, garnished with sage. Nikolai ate mechanically, forcing each spoonful under his mother’s watchful gaze. Halfway through the main course of seared salmon, asparagus, and risotto flecked with truffle, Eva set her fork down with deliberate care. “So,” she began, voice low and edged, “I hear you collapsed.” Nikolai didn’t look up. “News travels.” “It always does when it’s humiliating,” Eva replied coolly. “Stress. Malnutrition. An ulcer. Honestly, Nikolai. I am ashamed.”

Karen snapped, waving her hands towards the door. Evan glanced at me and then back at Karen. “My fiancée is the future chairwoman of Connor Group. Don’t I deserve a little respect for that?” Evan said and my brows shot up in surprise. “What is this gold digger doing here, huh?” Mariano snapped, glaring intimidatingly at Evan. “Gold digger?” Evan chuckled and leaned closer to Mariano. “You barely know me, Mariano; I can make you beg for your life,” Evan replied and chuckles filled the room.

Nik stared at Eva feeling his throat tighten with pain as the words remained stuck in it. He had promised himself years ago that he would never beg anyone again to choose him since he watched his mother leave but it didn't matter. This was Eva, he would beg, even grovel at her feet. This was his Eva. "Please stay," he begged, letting her see through him. He didn't need to be on his knees now, they both knew how much it took to have Nik Stavros begging.

she wrote. "Wait in a while. Maybe Mr Evans was in need. Didn't you say that he was going to discuss it with his superiors?" Nicko replied. "Or maybe his boss wasn't interested in me? He didn't come to see me." "He is a director, and will be very busy, honey. That's why he is asking someone to represent him." "You're right. But at least Mr. Evans could tell me if what I said isn't interesting." "Believe me, Mr. Evans is not that kind of person," Nicko wrote and almost unwittingly unmasked him.

But the boss's expression baffled him. “That is the problem. Repentance is too far from my mind." Nico bit out. "You have to. That is the only way for Don Leo to go easy on you." Evan gripped the wheels tightly. He had a feeling that he would not like what he would hear from his friend next. “I am choosing Kara and our baby..” “What do you mean?” Evan asked. He looked conflicted. Nico barked a hollow-sounding laugh. “I want out. I can not do this anymore, Evan. I need to be with my family?”