Evelyn Evans Novels & Stories

"We can spend the whole day listening to these conversations, this recorder still won't come to a stop. But I'm sure that you've gotten your answers from the ones you've listened to." "This is outrageous of you, Mira!" Mr. Alan exploded. "Please call me, Evelyn." Eve gave him a sweet smile. "It is Evelyn Anderson." "You..." "Mrs. Anderson, don't think that only by recording those conversations, you have come clean and can be labeled innocent." Jessie scowled with a bitter expression. "You might have done that to escape punishment in case your secret is revealed someday."

Evelyn mocked . " Evie ! " Priscilla yelled and Evelyn rolled her eyes at her. " Get out of my house !" Evelyn barked and priscilla stood up without protesting ,picked her bag and left . Evelyn kept pacing to and fro her room . She can't lose Christopher just like that ! Not to that cheap looking nobody he's married to ! Never ! . She picked up her phone and dialled her secretary's number. " Hi ma'am Evelyn " a voice over the phone greeted.

I may not be the Lycan King at the moment, but I still had everything in me to command those within my reach abd I wasn't to be trifled with the slightest beat. My next stop was a small, nondescript building in the heart of the city. From the outside, it looked like an ordinary bookstore, but I knew better. This was where Evelyn operated. She was a woman with a network so vast, she could get information on anyone, anywhere and she has always been useful in the past. The door creaked as I stepped inside, the scent of old books and ink filling the air. Evelyn was at the counter, her sharp eyes narrowing when she saw me.

The Valley. Evelyn stood up and she looks around she looks up and she could see that where she was just too high, she can’t climb to go up, she dosen’t know her way around the valley. She stood in her burnt dress and she thinks back to her wedding, she looks back to the burnt car and the burnt driver and she tries going out of the valley, each time she tries it’s like she is going in circles and she would always return to the main spot until she find a way and she started tracing the path of the valley till she found a way out and she walked a bit until she was able to find a way and she started running , she ran to the airport and the next thing she was dressed in a jeans pant and an off sh

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...

She flipped through the pages slowly, her long manicured nails brushing over each name until she found it. “Evelyn,” she read quietly. A smile crept across her face. Evelyn the former maid at the Blackwoods mansion. Fired after a scandal involving stolen jewelry. She had always claimed it was a setup, that Mrs. Blackwood had made her the scapegoat. She had hated that family ever since. Vanessa picked up her phone again, dialing the number. After a few rings, a tired voice answered. “Hello?” “Evelyn,” Vanessa said, her tone suddenly smooth and calm, like honey. “It’s been a long time.”

“I don't know you but your family’s survival depends on me and I know what all desperate women like you want: a comfortable life, a car, connections and enough jewelry to drown in. You are no different and I doubt that you have any qualities I would be interested in discovering. Shut the door on your way out.” After those words, he had practically shooed her out of his office and she had taken the bus home. He was not interested in actually having a wife; he simply wanted a possession to gloat over. Evelyn was not one to lie to herself. She knew she wasn't a looker with her dull as ditchwater brown hair and her light brown oval eyes. She got her sharp cheekbones and less than average height

The woman jogged to her workplace, Evelyn was very late at this time. Because of helping Edward, he forgot that he had to work. After arriving at her workplace, Evelyn immediately went to the back of the cafe that employees usually use during break time. Evelyn works as a waitress at the Magic Shop cafe in New York City, at the age of 23. The woman had to be the backbone of her family, her father had long passed away. Now only Evelyn and her mother were left.

*************************** Evan was seated in the cabin when he heard a knock on the door. “Come in.” Evelyn arrives with a cold face and an envelope in her hand. She puts the envelope on Evan's table. Evan look at her and asked, “What’s this?” “Bella’s resignation letter.” She speaks and Evan is astonished. “What? But…. Why? And where is Bella ?” he asked, “My role was merely to deliver the letter; I do not want to answer any of your inquiries; you have already harassed my friend; no more; leave her alone.” She said in cold voice and Evan looks at the letter as Evelyn leaves.

**Evelyn** As I waited for the car, I allowed the adrenaline coursing through me to settle. The street was eerily quiet, a stark contrast to the chaos that had just unfolded inside. My gloved hands flexed at my sides as I replayed the exchange in my head, analyzing every detail. Killian wanted me to prove myself, and I planned to exceed his expectations. But this wasn’t just about him—it was about reclaiming the power I’d always known I was destined for. It was about getting revenge. It was about proving father wrong.