Evans Nikopoulos Novels & Stories

we waited,just then Evans walked in all alone. ' I am Evans Wilson, the owner of the best security agency in the world, the owner of all Wilson worlds enterprises the owner of Evans homes and the owner of wilevan oils and gas' he said.we all looked astonished, ' waoh,what is Evans doing in my house,what a great privilege' alex said as he went to shake hands with him.but was affix in his front ' why do I feel you are familiar. Your physical statue look like my dad' Alex said.

"Congratulations. I've been hearing how you've been preparing to take over from Westby and get married to that boring daughter of his." I laughed, a cold, hard sound. "So you mean you’ve been engaging in gosssip for the past few weeks," I said, my voice low. "Seems you don't have a better job to do. Perhaps you're tired of your job as Alpha." Evans smiled, his teeth sharp. "Keeping tabs on you give me that adrenaline rush that I need," he said, "nothing comes close to giving me kind of excitement." He nodded, and his pack attacked.

“Hey. It’s okay.” I swallowed. “I don’t even know him that well.” “You know enough.” Her thumb brushed my jaw. “Eve, Josh is sweet and fun and obvious, the school hotest guy. Mr. Evander is…” She searched for the word. “A Greek god and intensity in human form. Both of them are stupidly handsome. Though let’s be honest, Evander wins that contest by a mile.” I snorted despite myself. “You’ve never even seen him smile.”

"Where and how did you meet someone that hot? That's Karanos Nikolaou!" "And if he is?" I ask, unimpressed and unmoved. "He's the Vice President of Niko Corps and he appears almost everyday on fashion magazines and newspaper headlines." Jenkins squeals. "You sound totally undone by his presence. Why don't you walk up to him? See if anything happens. Who knows, you might fall in love." "He doesn't look that type, B. And you know that. He looks dominating. God's gift to women." Jenkins explains, staring hardly at Kal who is still looking in our direction and sipping at his drink.

Evans took a deep breath and also made sure his voice was clear, “I know that. And I am not a kid, Nathan. I am 20 years old and will be 21 by next month! I can decide on my own and guess what?” Nathan had a bad feeling as he looked at the quirked brows of Evans, “What?” He answered. Evans smiled brightly then said with a sharp look, “You are my first and the one who opened me to this. I feel like I enjoyed this and would want to explore more, so… if you don’t agree, then I can comfortably look for someone else.” He said and seeing how Nathan's eyes flashed with anger, he smiled brightly as if he had won the first bet, “I am handsome and at the same time cute. Many would want me if I beckone

I can feel his tension, but he makes a show of acting relaxed as he replies. “That would be lovely, father.” We join Adonis’s father and his mate, a lovely man not much older than myself, on the terrace. I ask if I can feel the baby bump on Adonis’s father’s mate, Nikolas. “You can call me Nikki,” Nikolas says in a shy voice with a greek accent.

Hector never leaves my heart; he's always causing me small aches that brings a lot of sadness in me. I opened the TV for noise in my room and walked to the terrace of my room and sat down, I watched the visible stars in the sky as the cold breeze hit. I was listening to the TV while closing my eyes and I heard this. “Director Christian Evans is back in service after new Director Hector Evans stepped down as the director yesterday, Director C. Evans has named Davidson Hudges as assistant director in charge of the New York Field Office. He most recently served as the special agent in charge of the Philadelphia Field Office.” n-no.

I asked Niko, glaring at Aldo as he stood at the altar waiting for his daughter—I meant wife-to-be. "What's weird?" he asked, sitting there with one leg resting over the other as if he was sitting over his throne. With a straight face, I responded, "Getting married to someone who is half your age." This statement caused Niko's expression to turn sour, "What are you trying to imply?" he asked with a hint of anger in his voice. I clarified, "The bride, as far as I know, is merely twenty-one years old..." Niko dismissed my concern, "That's hardly an issue. Evangeline and I tied the knot when she was eighteen." He shot me an impatient look while checking the time on his watch.

Impossible. ​“Evanthe?”

All because of Nick. He is therapy.