Evelyn American Psycho Novels & Stories

Poppy would have called first. I crossed to the door and looked through the peephole. My stomach dropped. Evelyn. Leo's cousin. The woman who, the last time I had seen her, had stood in front of me in a coffee shop and informed me with the careful, almost regretful efficiency of a woman delivering bad news at a funeral that Leo had been lying to me about his memory loss for months. The woman whose words had broken me. The woman whose words had set everything that had happened in the past month into motion.

Give them ten minutes on the highway, and this trip would turn into a battle zone. Evelyn, Pamela’s eldest at twenty-one, sat on the left. Her long dark hair fell over her shoulder, nearly brushing the window she was staring out of with practiced indifference. Those sharp green eyes were so much like her late father’s it was almost unnerving intelligent, guarded, always calculating.

She became so absorbed in these shimmering illustrations that she failed to notice someone stepping closer. Evelyn had just arrived in New York that morning and had intended to visit Adela’s apartment directly. However, as she was driving through the busy streets, she happened to catch sight of Adela heading into the bookstore. Intrigued, she followed at a distance, uncertain whether she was ready to approach. A swirl of conflicting emotions had stopped her from walking right up to Adela. She had heard faint rumors that Adela was pregnant, but seeing her in person with a growing belly confirmed it. Evelyn’s mind was full of questions about how such a young woman, carrying a child, could stil

Her deep, dark eyes seemed to exude a quiet but powerful presence, making anyone she looked at feel a subtle pressure. Manager Monroe quickly spoke up, “Steven, this is the little miracle doctor I brought…” “Nonsense!” Before Manager Monroe could finish, a sharp reprimand cut him off. “You greedy little girl again.” The voice of Evelyn Adler came as she slowly entered the room. Her gaze swept over Amelia, and her expression darkened. “So, you’re here to scam people because you can’t get paid, huh?” She shouted, “Who let this person in? Was there no one to check on them?”

My face twisted in a scowl, my eyes blazing with a fierce intensity. With a swift motion, I grabbed my phone and dialed Evelyn's number. The line rang, each passing moment amplifying my agitation. As I waited for her to answer, my mind replayed our past conversations, searching for clues I might have missed. Was I blind to her intentions? Did I misinterpret her signals? The phone continued to ring, its monotony grating on my frayed nerves. **** Evelyn's POV I settled back into my chair, preparing to leave the restaurant after a lovely dinner with Dylan. The soft glow of the candles and the gentle hum of conversation had created a cozy atmosphere, a welcome respite from the chaos surrounding

I was the one who cheated, I was the one who broke us, but the thought of another man touching what belonged to me was the ultimate insult. The obsession I’d been trying to suppress flared into a goddamn inferno, incinerating what was left of my logic. "I’m coming for you," I growled at the screen. "Nobody gets to keep you but me." *** POV: Evelyn Thousands of miles away, the night in Miami felt like a dream. The scent of garlic and sautéed herbs filled Shae’s minimalist kitchen. The rhythmic sound of the knife hitting the cutting board was the only thing competing with the sizzle of the pan.

(Eve’s POV) Me in his arms. And him inside me… I swallowed hard, feeling the fire spreading through my core to every part of my body. Although Callahan had no recollection of what happened, the drugs seemed to be stuck in my blood. “Eve?” My eyes blinked rapidly, waking me up from daydreaming. “Huh?” “I’ve no choice, Eve,” he said, showing his phone screen. “My driver’s already in your place, so…” He tilted his head, his eyebrows raised.

Wanted him to pick me up and hold me and tell me everything was okay. But he looked away. Just like that. His eyes slid past me like I wasn't even there. Something in my chest hurt. He didn't look at me enough to care. Didn't see me standing there needing him. Damon looked back at Evelyn. "What symptoms? And what tests are you planning to run?" Evelyn spoke up quickly. "She exhibited signs of neurological distress. Disorientation. Potential early onset of—" She paused, then continued with medical terminology I barely understood. But I knew she was lying. Making it up on the spot.

She stretched out her hand. The nurse gave her a cup of water with some pills. Amelia smiled slightly. “Thanks.” As she was about to swallow the drugs, the scent of almond filled her nose. Her eyes darkened. In a lazy voice, she asked, “Do you think poison of this level can kill me?” Her signature sinister smile formed on her lips. “I… I don’t understand,” the nurse’s voice shook. “You know, ever since I heard your voice, you’ve been sounding suspicious.”

He motioned toward the kitchen, and Evelyn followed, trying to shake off the remnants of the dream. The next few hours passed in a blur. Breakfast was a lively affair, with everyone in good spirits. Cecily was animated, Claire chatting away, Bennett making jokes, and Carlos keeping everything light. It felt almost like nothing had changed, like they were still the same family they’d always been. But Evelyn couldn’t completely lose herself in the laughter. Her mind kept returning to that image, that feeling, the heaviness in her chest that wouldn’t ease. *********************************************** Evelyn stood at the head of the conference table, the boardroom buzzing with attention. The