Evelyn Harper Novels & Stories

Lucian finishes, horror dawning in his eyes. "Adrian didn't choose Evelyn randomly," Harper continues. "He's been tracking the Winter bloodline for fifteen years. Waiting for the right combination of genetics, the right age, the right circumstances. He found Evelyn, a struggling widow with a daughter who carried Diana's genes." "He's been planning this since I was thirteen?" I feel sick. "Since you were born, actually. He has files going back years. Watching your family. Waiting." Harper's voice is cold. "When your father got sick, Adrian saw his opportunity. He orchestrated meetings with your mother. Made himself indispensable. Married her as soon as it was socially acceptable."

"There is also the small matter of the date. This document is dated the fourteenth of March. On the fourteenth of March, Evelyn was two hundred miles away, at a medical facility, under the care and observation of a physician who has provided a signed statement to that effect." I watched it happen. I watched the sympathy that Adrian had spent three years and twelve minutes carefully building drain out of the room like water out of a cracked basin. The woman near the far end who had pressed her hand to her chest slowly lowered it into her lap. Harold Vance's mouth had gone thin and flat. Two seats over, a man I had known since childhood, a man who had sent lilies to the hospital after my accid

Her presence suggested she was from a prominent family. Turning to her, I apologized, "I’m sorry for bumping into your car and causing you distress, madam." Despite the unresolved compensation issue, apologizing for my mistake was necessary. "A-Are you Serena Hart? I'm Evelyn Windham, and it’s a pleasure to meet you.” The woman's eyes widened in recognition, her expression lighting up with excitement. Evelyn’s eager gaze made me feel uneasy. I had no recollection of this person, and her overly enthusiastic look was disconcerting.

Ellaine asked. “My parents are of Elvin blood but as you know, I am a witch. I am more than a century old but I haven’t met the next witch of the Elvin blood. The Creator would only take me if I have completed my mission of passing my knowledge to the Elvin pillar of the next generation of witches.”

Taking Kate’s hand I squeeze it, as I turn to the woman. Moving forward she moves forward to me wrapping her arms around my waist. I stand there paralyzed before I put my hands on her shoulders to push her away. “What is your name?” I ask, “I’m Louise, I just arrived here yesterday,” she says. “Where did you come from?” I ask. I’m so confused, I can only ask stilted questions, “I came from the Harvest Moon Pack,” she replies.

Frowning slightly, I turned to look at the man who had spoken. Dolly glanced at him and muttered under her breath, "That’s Finn Harper. He runs with Julian’s crowd—a spoiled rich brat. He hangs out with Rossie and the others. Just ignore him. Nothing good ever comes out of his mouth." Finn idly twirled his car keys between his fingers, the metallic jingling filling the air as he swaggered closer. His gaze swept over me, lingering with mild surprise. "Wow, Evelyn, you’re looking pretty fresh today. You should dress like this more often. That old, overdone makeup you used to wear was absolutely awful."

She didn't call him over, not yet. She wanted a minute alone with this first. Her hands weren't steady as she turned the next page. The photograph stared up at her, a woman in a sharp blazer, dark hair pulled back, standing in front of the executive elevator with the easy confidence of someone who'd earned every inch of the floor beneath her. Evelyn Hart. The name meant nothing to Zariel yet however, It was about to mean everything. Chief of Staff. Age 34. Deceased. She continued reading.

“Well, mostly. She only tried to convince a stranger to let her officiate their wedding once.” “She also offered to arm wrestle me for my truck keys,” Eli added. Harper plopped onto the tailgate, stretching her arms dramatically. “I’m a people’s champion. My legacy will be wild and glittery.” Jaxon handed her a water bottle. “Drink. Slowly.” She took a small sip, then wrinkled her nose. “This is boring water.” “Good. You need boring right now.” For a moment, the background noise of the party faded. The fire crackled. Someone screamed

I asked her, and she looked at the water and looked at me. "You won't gain the magic of the Valkin," she said, and I was in shock. "Your mate has no wolf. You can only gain the magic when her wolf comes. She is just as good as a chosen for now," she said, and I was shocked. I looked at Maxwell and Clay, and the shock registered on their faces too. "Will she ever gain her wolf?" I asked, and she looked at me. "What is her name?" Elsa asked. "Scarlett Vladislav," Clay responded, and she looked at us.

I've never hated being alive before, like I do now! after stating all of the foregoing. I shut my eyes… Then I was whispered to by a little voice that seemed so real. Stay strong... Evelyn, my daughter! You are capable of completing this. Never give up! You're going to be a wonderful person, and you were born a warrior! You see all these people wishing you harm, right? One day they'll worship you…