Evelyn Evans Novels & Stories

I asked, sitting down and dropping my backpack. She brought a tray with a small tea kettle and pushed over a TV tray. There were at least half a dozen different tea bags. My eyes gazed over them until I found green tea with lemon and quickly helped myself. “I’m Evelyn, by the way. Well I have a confession to make. I truly hope it doesn’t scare you off,” she said, sitting next to me and promptly crossing her legs like a perfect lady. Her posture was perfect, her eyebrows freshly waxed. She didn’t look a day over thirty but her voice and actions were like a sixty year old.

Evy went father until she found soft grass and laid down on it, Stix placed it on her tummy to keep it warm. No matter where she was, the stars were the same. They still twinkle and shine. She raised her hands and looked at it using the light of the moon. It was small and white, callouses had formed from doing work and were slowly resembling the ones she had before. Evelyn Devine. A girl with many mysteries just as much as Lady Francine was when they first met. They held secrets and they were both hidden from the world. Both of them suffered because of it. Now that she lives as one of them, she doesn’t want to be a constraint as well. She wants to work yet she wanted to see more of this worl

“My goodness, you scared the life out of me!” Aunt Caroline was a short and plump woman in her mid-forties. Her hair was always dyed blonde because she took after her idol Madonna. She kept her face hidden with all the cosmetics she covered it. The only time she was seen without her make-up was when she applied facial mask. “Aunt Caroline? What’s got you all fired up?” Yet inside Ellaine’s head she was still thinking about the empty town and the huge tree. “You were having a bad dream!”

Today, she sat in the center, facing the main dining room, with an untouched order beside her right hand. Across the table sat Lady Beatrice Sterling, the formidable dowager of Manhattan’s oldest real estate trust, and Lady Cassandra Vanderbilt, a woman with social endorsement. They were the gatekeepers of the old guard—the very women who had spent the previous twelve hours orchestrating a whisper campaign to exile Evelyn for her ‘unprecedented lapse in morality socially.’ Evelyn had invited them herself. “The wild salmon is exceptional today, Evelyn,” Beatrice murmured, her silver fork hovering over her plate with surgical precision. Her sharp, pale eyes tracked the flawless diamond band on

26 years old successful millionaire and CEO of Eva's and Co., Evelyn White has committed suicide by drowning in a pool of shame in her apartment on Monday night. Now that would be a good headline. At least the reporters will be benefited by my death. Maybe they'll be more genuine than others while praying for my departed soul, I thought solemnly as I watched the blurry images disappearing behind me. Okay, if you people are wondering how that thought occurred to me, let me tell you, I was currently in Adrian's car, beside him, in the passenger seat, as he drives, headed to...

said Mason. When I looked up in front of myself, I saw a strawberry blonde girl with red puffy eyes, looking harder to recognise her, I found myself looking at my reflection in the mirror. " Do you know who she is? She's Evelyn Williams, whom I met four ago when she was at her worst. She had lost everything she lived for, at a very young age. And I think this girl has suffered enough in her life and now she just deserves the best." He said as I immediately turned around and buried my face in his chest.

She’s only an hour late, she reminded herself, drifting into her bedroom to pin her damp hair to the top of her head in a loose ballerina bun. Moseying into the living room again, she snapped on the radio, only half-listening to the whatever evening soap opera was on as she flopped into her chair. Selecting a book from the stack borrowed from the library, Evelyn opened Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day and began to read.

She walked toward a small side table and ran a finger over the wood. “And you are?” the woman asked. Evelyn stood up slowly. She didn’t want to be looked down upon while sitting. “Evelyn.” She didn’t add anything else. She didn’t explain her marriage or why she was living in the house. She sensed that giving too much information would be a mistake. The woman’s expression didn’t change, but her eyes grew a little sharper. They were like two pieces of flint. “Isabella Vance,” she said. “I work closely with Lucien. On everything.”

Two maids greeted me as I made my way inside the mansion with Fred in my arms What I still don't understand was why everyone in this mansion is addressing me as a young miss. " Welcome, Nana." I turned to see Evelyn, walking toward us. She was wearing pink nightwear. Her hair was packed in a ponytail. The lights reflected on her beautiful face. She a typical word "Beautiful.". She was still very young and still looks like, she is in her thirties even due she is in her middle forties. Matilda is a replica of Evelyn. Apart from her super acting skills, her figure was another thing. She looks like a typical model that men couldn't help but get seduced without her doing anything.

The old woman paused for a moment, then leaned back and said candidly, “We don't have a person with that name here.” “Want to have a word with your friend in the Graham estate?” Madam Evelyn snorted, ‘That shameless betrayer!’ She grabbed her cup of tea and took a sip. After a long while, she replied, “Everyone knows that woman to be a pathological liar, who would do anything for money.” “And what do we call you who would do anything to breed children for your hybrid son.”