Evelina Novels & Stories

Evelyn was extremely gifted. I sighed. It took me time to realize who Evelyn really was. When I did, I understood where her knowledge came from. The great Catherine Winters. Pioneer of medicine, especially with herbs. She was the greatest. Healers, even in the human world, adored her. Many said she preferred humans to wolves, so she spent more time among them. If only Elina had known that back then, she would have stopped the competition earlier. But it wasn't needed. At some point, she knew she had to give up. Either way, Evelyn was just Evelyn.

They were on Evie. “You must be Evelyn.” Evie held her gaze. “And you are?” A faint smile. “Ravenna Cruz. I handle things… for him.” Something cold slid down Evie’s spine. Ravenna’s gaze moved over her. Slower than Damien’s. “You’re different from what I expected.” Evie didn’t look away. “Is that a problem?” Ravenna’s smile didn’t change. “That depends. On how long you last.” Then slightly closer. “You should be careful. Things that don’t belong in this world…” A small tilt of her head. “…tend to disappear.”

She ran her thin, dehydrated hands over her daughter’s grave while promising her that she would take revenge. A week passed, and the first thing Magdalena did was go to the local library and ask for the records showing which books Sara had borrowed, if she had borrowed any at all. She had no idea where to begin her investigation, so she decided to trust her instincts and follow whatever lead came to her.

Everything screamed power. Everything screamed Lucien. She hated it. And yet she couldn’t deny its beauty. “Mr. Virelli is currently in a meeting,” the woman explained. “Of course he is.” The woman smiled again. “My name is Evelyn. I’ve managed this household for nearly fifteen years.” Seraphina nodded. “It’s nice to meet you.” Evelyn’s eyes softened. “You’re not what I expected.” That caught her attention. “What did you expect?” Evelyn hesitated.

Elena stood near the screen. Studying faces. Looking for something. Though she wasn't entirely sure what. Minutes passed. Then something caught her attention. A face. Familiar. Not because she knew the person well. Because she had seen them before. Somewhere. In another context. Another chapter of this story. Her pulse quickened. She stepped closer. The room fell silent. "Elena?" Lucian's voice sounded distant. She barely heard him. Because standing near the edge of the photograph was Evelyn Cross.

Evelin said a lot, cried for a long, long time. Finally, she got tired of crying and fell asleep, leaning on Jenny's shoulder. Jenny was also crying uncontrollably. She gently placed Evelin on the bed and brought a warm towel to wipe her face. Muttering to himself, "Layne, you damn turtle, how could you do something that hurt Evelin so much! What's so good about that Hallie anyway? Is she prettier than Evelin? Does she have a better figure than Evelin? Is she smarter and more well-behaved than Evelin? Does she come from a better family than Evelin? Evelin is the little princess of the Suarez family, after all! I'm tired of eating delicious delicacies, I want to eat humble pie!"

Then she wrapped her arms around me, patting my back gently like I was a child. “Go to sleep, Emma. We have to get up early to chop wood tomorrow.” The pale moonlight filtered through the thin, paper-covered windows, casting a soft light on her face. She was only twenty-two, but the corners of her eyes were already lined with fine wrinkles. Her face was etched with exhaustion and weariness. She didn’t look like this when I first met her. Her real name was Evelyn Anderson. She must’ve been the shining light in her family’s eyes.

“Who?” Dr. Thorne hesitated, then pulled up an old, cracked tablet from his satchel and swiped through until a faded image filled the screen. It showed a young woman, not older than twenty-five, with dark curly hair and eyes like sharpened ice. There was something eerie about her gaze, like she was seeing more than anyone else. “Her name,” Thorne said slowly, “was Evelina Thorne. She was my cousin. Brilliant. Beyond brilliant. But also… unhinged. She believed resonance wasn’t just science. She thought it was prophecy.”

Evelyn looked out the window, her eyes flashing with savagery. 'Hah! Just you wait, Melody! You're not getting out of this!' Evelyn had decided to properly use the young girl. As for the laxatives? No, it would be straight up poison! Nothing was more wonderful than having someone else do your dirty job! However, Evelyn was too busy feeling smug about her perfect plan, not knowing that the LinaBell doll was transmitting everything she said and did elsewhere with perfect clarity. - Simon could not even come up with anything foul enough to describe Evelyn. "That woman is simply heinous!"

Evelin emerged from the washroom in her most seductive dress, barely leaving anything to Mill's imagination. Her luscious hair was at shoulder length, Evelin had a good figure, her waist was wide, her breasts small, she was not much beauty on the face, she wasn’t ugly but she couldn’t be called beautiful, which is why Mills had chosen her. She walked slowly to him, removing her transparent lace bra, when she got to where he was seated at the edge of the bed, Evelin climbed into the bed, straddling Mills who had said nothing at all to her. He wrapped his large hands around her waist as she led his lips to her breasts, he gently played with her nipples using his tongue, then biting it gently a