Evelin Miller Novels & Stories

She just HAD to be! As he watched Faidh sleep, Heath thought about how different things would be for the world, now that he had found Eve. Humanity wouldn't die out. Heath was beginning work on his PHD in Biophysics in Nineteen Eighty-Five, when he met May-Ellen Reardon. She was a Math Major who believed the world would end through a new world war. She watched every newscast she could find. She subscribed to numerous newspapers. She spent hours at the grocery store magazine racks. Any hint of conflict anywhere in the world reaffirmed her suspicions. Heath would patiently listen to her daily comments of, "see, I told you it was coming," or, "This is going to be so so bad. They're just gonna w

Adrian “I never brought this up because I knew you were bound to react this way, Evelyn. But now, I'm left with no choice after this ridiculous stunt you pulled.” Vincent's eyes widened as he stared at the picture. “Is this some kind of joke, Adrian? This is—” “Alexander Mills. I know.” Everyone knew Alexander Mills, a forty-year-old married to Assemblywoman Cassandra Mills. Together, they had two children, and their marriage was one of the most admired in the country. If word got out that Evelyn slept with a married man—

Now, they were the top students and everyone knew it. Elaine gave her dueling partner, Leana, the smallest hint of a smirk. The ginger seemed to lose her footing. Leana was always easily swayed by her emotions, something Elaine didn’t struggle with. The ginger’s feelings made her likable to her fellow students, but weak in a duel. With a swift movement of her sword, Elaine sent Leana’s weapon clanging to the ground a foot away, then held the blade to the pale girl’s neck.

he whispered, a ghost of a smile touching his lips. ​"Don't talk," she breathed, her tears blurring the vision of his bruised face. "Just stay with me, Lucas. Please." ​"Mrs. Vance?" ​Elena looked up to see a woman in a dark suit standing over her. It was Detective Sarah Miller, a woman known for her tenacity and her refusal to be intimidated by men like Julian. She looked at the scene the blood, the cameras, the shattered glass with a grim, professional curiosity.

“And this must be the journalist.” It wasn’t a question. Eva stepped forward, calm but alert, and extended her hand. “It’s an honor to meet you, Lady Eleanor.” Lady Eleanor did not take the hand. Her lips curved into something that was almost a smile — but not quite. “So bold,” she murmured. “And American, I presume?” “Nigerian-American,” Eva corrected gently. “Ah,” Lady Eleanor said, stirring her tea. “How… modern.” Lucian’s jaw tightened. “Grandmother, Eva’s work has been instrumental to—”

William stood beside her, holding a folder containing her speech draft. “You’re sure you want to speak without a script?” he asked. Evelyn nodded gently. “I don’t want to sound like a politician. I just want to speak from where the real wounds are.” William looked at her carefully. “And if Selena shows up?” “Let her come,” Evelyn said firmly. “I’m not running anymore.” --- Elsewhere, Selena stepped out of a dark-tinted black car. She wore an elegant black dress, her hair pulled into a sleek bun, oversized sunglasses covering half her face.

Like she was dressing to fit someone else's image of what she should be. She held a nearly empty glass of wine and looked seriously tipsy. “Hey Love, we been looking for you. Out here enjoying with…..?” Lara said, wearing a smile that screamed, who is she?! “Sorry ladies. This is Elora Miller. My friend from way back in high school. She was the one at the airport the day Kaelon made the beautiful love confession on air.” Vio chuckled after her brief introduction. “El, this is Liv, Lara and Rose. My best friends." She added before sipping her wine.

Lucas enunciates each and every word. “Wow, I would have actually believed that you guys were siblings. You could have just stuck to that story.” I say making Eleanor laugh, “Also you’ve had a kid? Jeez, you are so hot, I wouldn’t have guessed that in a thousand years.” I say as I look at her body. I already look like a potato compared to her. “Thanks, my daughter is ten years old now.” She says and my mouth falls open. “NO freaking WAY. You look not a day over 25. When did you have her-“

She wasn't a daughter returning to a sanctuary; she was a glitch in a perfectly curated reality. "You ready?" Miller asked softly, placing a hand near her holster as if sensing the invisible knives in the air. Evelyn didn’t answer. She just started walking. She passed a fountain she used to play in, now filled with crystal-clear water that mocked her filth. She passed the rose bushes her mother used to prune with surgical precision. Then, her eyes hit the banner draped across the grand balcony in shimmering gold leaf: ENGAGEMENT CELEBRATION: LUCAS CHEN & IRIS CARTER.

Winston glanced at Eli but didn't say anything. Eli said, "Seven is the first female racer in history! I heard she's going to be there tomorrow night too!" "Oh." Winston still showed no interest. He was considering where to take Millie for dinner tomorrow night. Where would be a good place to take Millie for some fun after she was done with work? Winston thought deeply about what to do. "Someone had seen Seven once before and said she's really beautiful. They said she perhaps resembles a lady from one of the prominent families in Yerwick City!" Eli suddenly blurted out.