Evelyn Harper Novels & Stories

“I buried you. I saw the reports, the photos—” “They weren’t me,” Evelyn said softly. “That night, I ran. Someone wanted me dead, Damian. And they made it look like they succeeded.” “Who?” Damian demanded, his tone sharpening with a familiar edge of control. Evelyn hesitated. “I can’t say. Not here.” Elena’s voice, calm but firm, broke the silence. “Then where?” Evelyn turned to her, really looking at her for the first time. Her gaze lingered, unreadable. “You must be Elena Harper,” she said quietly. “Your name’s everywhere. The new Mrs. Cross.”

Women who understood discretion, who smiled for cameras without meaning it, who would sign whatever was put in front of them and never ask for more than the agreed-upon exit package. He’d hired people to find them. Paid them well. Told them exactly what he needed: someone attractive enough for photos, intelligent enough for small talk at galas, detached enough to walk away clean in twelve months. Safe. He closed the email without opening a single file. Instead, he opened Safari. Typed her name. Evelyn Harper artist Brooklyn. The results were sparse, almost stubbornly so. An I*******m account with 412 followers, last post six months ago: a close-up of a canvas

Evelyn stood up and walked to the middle of the desks. She took a deep breath, and I followed her lead. “Miss Garrison, have you ever had a one-night stand?” I felt the colour drain from my face. What did this have to do with the case? “Miss Garrison?” “Yes, once.” “Do you remember when you had the one-night stand?” “It was about 2 weeks after I moved here.” “And when was that exactly?” “I moved here on November the 18th last year.”

i stutter There's a knock on the door and i quickly regain myself, push him backwards and arrange my scattered hair and he just smirks at me. Eulalia gets a well paying job at a very successful company but she doesn't know why she can't stop thinking about her boss and all the dirty things he could do to her. Constantine can't stop thinking about the little angel that works for him and beautiful her blue eyes are. He will stop at nothing until he makes sure that she is HIS.

I sighed, glancing at Millicent and Eve walking in our direction. The two women were different. Any man would fall for Millicent. She was a Beyonce. Or maybe a Kim Kardashian. Hot. Very attractive. Smart. Bob described Eve as Lily Collins, and sometimes he mentioned a Nina Dobrev. I didn’t even know who he was talking about.

"But, why didn't I ever see you on a date? You even asked me at the reunion." "Her name is Maria, she is continuing her Masters education in America." "Wow, why don't you tell me?" "You never asked." "Ish, I just realized, I don't know you at all." Alex smiled. "I will repeat my introduction." "Please." Evelyn answered with a smile. "Hi, introduce me, I'm Alexander xavier." Alex said starting his introduction. Evelyn giggled as they walked toward the counter. "I'm a chef at Xavier Kitchen."

ADRIAN "Adrian Knight! How dare you?" I looked up to see Evelyn standing at the edge of the parking lot, her arms crossed, she wore her usual smug look and fake calm. Her presence alone could ruin the entire day. "What do you want, Evelyn?" "Don’t act surprised," she said, sauntering closer in her designer heels like she owned the ground she walked on. "I heard about the little hearing. Sexual harassment, huh? Lena Hart. Your precious little student."

But it’s also the best chance I have in connecting with this woman and finding out the truth about Prince Evan and Summer. “I’m in Caleb’s harem,” I say. “My name is Harper.” For a moment, there is silence. It’s a relief, as it means Mrs. Robins hasn’t stepped even farther away. But it also means she hasn’t stepped closer either. Then, quietly, after a moment, she speaks once more, “The King’s favored?” “Yes,” I tell her. “That’s me.” Slowly, Mrs. Robins comes forward. The lock rattles and twists and the door pulls inward, revealing the short, pear-shaped form of Mrs. Robins. She’s elderly, with stark gray hair and a small hunch in her spine.

"Look at you! Mr. and Mrs. Williams are walking hand-in-hand! You finally got your shit together, eh? About fucking time!" Elena momentarily freezes, and when I glance down at her, she blushes and averts her gaze. Cute. I turn my attention to Harper. "I didn't see you on the plane. Where were you?" The crazy woman shrugs. "I have connections—I was enjoying a cocktail inside the cockpit. The captain was an old classmate of mine." "Oh, I see..." I swear Harper is the most confusing woman I've ever met. I'm glad she is Elena's friend—hopefully, some of her confidence will rub off on my future wife.

Ingrate. "Welcome, Mr Harrell, it's amazing to have you here", she outstretched a hand expectantly. Before I could, Amara shook it. "Yeah, nice to meet you, I'm Mrs Sophie Sanders Harrell, you get the concept?", she explained. He almost laughed at her jealousy. Obviously, she had no idea how much he loved her and how he lived for her. The restaurant was dedicated to her, Sophie Sanders Harrell(SSH). It was her wedding present. He would let her know when they get married.