Evans Nikopoulos Novels & Stories

He lies back on the hard stone, his knees raised, and clasps his hands behind his head. He stares up at the emblem carved into the stone arch that supports the ceiling. The door creaks open. “I thought I heard you walking around.” Jack’s low voice rumbles around the small chapel as he strolls toward him. Blake’s second in command drops onto one of the pews at the front, stretching his legs out and crossing them at the ankles. “Trouble sleeping?”

I rubbed my eyes as I listened to him ramble. "What's going on, Nico? I don't have time for this," I replied, trying to keep my voice calm. "What’s bothering you? " He chuckled. I clenched my jaw and growled softly. He stopped chuckling, and I sighed. "I'm going to visit Valentina's dad. " "I see. I just wanted to warn you that Eve will be at Davide's gala. I found out only recently. Apparently, she's engaged to a drug dealer named Brady Neon," Nico said.

Heath asked under his breath. “There is no plan.” I stepped inside the office and found Evan sitting behind his desk. Now that I was up close and in the same room, I took in his features, failing to understand why Cassini thought she’d loved this man at one point. What was there to love? He might be handsome, but he wasn’t built the way I was. He didn’t have that confidence in his gaze that I possessed. I doubted he could fuck as well as I could. He finished typing his email before he rose to his feet. “I’m Evan, the chief loan officer here. Nice to meet you both.” He extended his hand to shake mine.

But Tiffany, even outside this reveal of her being part of Sophie’s plots, was never what I would picture if someone told me to match-make Evan. I adore Nick but thank goodness I was there to tell him - and I guess, the entire crowd - what was going on. While he is very intuitive with Jake - he seems to have a blindspot for Evan. Like because Evan is on his team, that’s all he’ll ever be. The enforcer. But I see Evan. As a whole person. He deserved happiness, not this crushing, ripping pain he was in now as they led Tiffany away. Evan sank to his knees and it was only Nick’s hand in mine that kept me from doing the same. I couldn’t just see his emotion, I could feel it, in my bones. I saw Ky

) Nick says this and starts walking away. (Nick, please listen to me.) I plead and walk after him. (I’m done, Mariah.) Is the last thing I hear before everything goes dark?

A month of stay-in here would give me a paunchy belly, one of my greatest nightmares. Mark and other valets ushered us through our vehicles when another limousine dropped by at the veranda. A boy and girl, both Italian-looking, appeared in front of us. “If it weren’t for my twin cousin,” Jake approached the two with a half-hug and flippant kisses on their cheeks. It’s their first cousins, Evans and Nica. Evans, had a masculine square jaw, ocean-blue eyes, and a wide forehead, which makes him trustworthy and relationship dominant. I could deduce that he’s a photographer since he had a suspended dslr hanging on his neck.

"Go on." I watched as the most powerful man in the city entered behind Kara with tears in his eyes, and he touched my picture with trembling hands. "It's been ten years, Madison… Why do you still refuse to come to me in my dreams?" Kara rolled her eyes behind Evan, and I saw the police coming from a distance. Evan was arrested. Kara had spent the last ten years collecting evidence of the financial black holes in Jones Corporation. Every shady deal that had been covered, which included Nikki's past crimes, and everything Evan did to solidify his position in the company… She exposed every detail to the public.

My nose touched his neck, the bubbled water singing with every little movement I made. “Where did you go?” “I talked to Olivia.” My fingers traced his collarbone down to his pectorals, following the pattern around his heart. “You didn’t tell me Vino Zakharov is Nate’s father.” Evan sighed, his hands rubbing my arms. “It wasn't my secret to tell, baby. It was Olivia’s and I don’t think Nathan knew about it.” “So that’s why Zakharov was helping him? That’s why he’s willing to have his high-ranking official killed rather than give into Klaus’ demand.”

LOGAN'S POV "We are not here to sell tickets, Mr Hardin. We are here for something far more important. Something that might interest you." Marcus Hardin's reply was to close his door, then raise an eyebrow. "Yes?" "My name is Zachary Evans." Zachary began to speak, smiling and running a hand through his hair, "And I am the leader and the founder of the Anti Alphonso Bohen Movement which I am sure you have seen on television." Marcus Hardin swallowed hard, and his face became flushed.