Eve A Novels & Stories

her mum said reassuringly. Adrianna kissed her mum on her forehead. Grabbing her handbag she left her mum’s room with a sad face. She was not happy about leaving her mum all alone in a hospital. She sauntered to the elevator and pressed the button. Finally, the elevator dinged and she ventured in, pressing the button for the bottom floor. Seconds before the door shut completely, a carefully polished shoe appeared and stopped it from closing.

Make sure that she was ready for whatever was coming. Evelyn pulled out a drawer in her desk, revealing a small black book. Inside were the names and numbers of contacts she’d accumulated over the years, people she could trust to get things done, no questions asked. She flipped through the pages, her mind already working on how to strengthen her defenses. She paused when she reached a name, a smirk playing on her lips. **Anton**. He was one of the best in the business, a man who specialized in eliminating problems quickly and efficiently. If anyone could help her neutralize the threat looming over her, it was him.

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.

I skip to the last entry in the journal. February 19th 2000 I find myself writing this again. The baby will be here soon. I am sure this time it is a boy. I just want to say goodbye, my dear sweet Ameila. I love you so much it hurts. The only reason I allow myself breath everyday is knowing that you are out there. The thought of you breathes light into me every day. Please take care my sweet angel and know that I will always be with you. -Love always, Momma, Scarlett

Sofia says putting back her dress. "Okay Irina we'll be right down." I say. After both Sofia and I were both decent we went downstairs. "You actually got two mails from Cambridge and Harvard." Irina says. "And it's huge, so you definitely got in." My brother Rafael adds. I open the first one from Harvard, and I got in. "I got in." I say and Irina, Rafael, Sofia and evening Danny all jump excitedly. I open the next one from Cambridge and I got in too.

She didn’t ask why. She already knew. This wasn’t just data. This was inheritance. She plugged it into her phone using the adapter Silas handed her. The screen flickered once. Then loaded. Multiple folders appeared instantly. Encrypted. Layered. Complex. But one file sat at the top. Unprotected. Named simply: E.V. Ariana’s breath caught. Elena Valeir. Or— someone older. She opened it. A video. Grainy. Old. The image took a second to stabilize.

I'll put you in my prayers". Jess told her trying not to laugh Eve went to the bathroom, washed her face , then looked at herself in the mirror. "You've got this Evelyn, you can't be cowarded by no man" She made a funny sound of nervousness, took several deep breaths, then she was gone. She took the elevator to the top floor. Then she walked into a segment of the floor. It was so beautiful. She had never been to this top floor before. She saw a lady there, she thought might be his receptionist. "Hello, I'm here to see Mr Galverra" she smiled at the woman

Volume 2: Forged Risk Monday. Aegis Group Offices, Seattle, Washington. EVAN IVANOV SWIPED HIS finger across the screen of his phone, studying the grinning, laughing faces of his nephews. His sister had posted the images on social media with the caption, Happiness is a family gathering. From the looks of it, she'd invited everyone. Except Evan.

I forwarded it to Eva with a message. "The world knows you have claimed me now. So I am never letting you go 🥰. -D"

The email’s subject line burned into Evie’s screen like a brand: “The Truth About Evelyn Voss—She’s No Widow.” Evie sat frozen in the Voss Mansion’s study, the afternoon light streaming through tall windows, casting long shadows across the desk where her tablet rested. The video conference feed, filled with the stern faces of board members scattered across the globe, suddenly crackled with tension as the anonymous message landed in every inbox like a digital bomb.