Evelyn M M Novels & Stories

Ayla said. “Do you have airtime on your mobile phone?” Evelyn said. “Yes, ma,” Ayla said and gave her mobile phone to Evelyn. Evelyn dialed professor MacPherson’s phone number. “Hi, professor MacPherson!” Evelyn said. “Hi, Ayla! Is anything the problem?” professor MacPherson said. “This is Evelyn, not Ayla,” Evelyn said. “Oh! Evelyn! How are you?” professor MacPherson said. “I am not fine,” Evelyn said.

Still trembling, "Shaun! Why do you relish inflicting me with pain? Let me go! Than to return to you and Lucy's pain and suffering, I'd rather die in these woods. "I want to be free. You've already decided against choosing me as your mate. Allow me to be, Shaun". I made a valiant effort to release my hand from his grasp, but he persisted.… suddenly! The shrub made a noise. The recently passing object, shook the arid leaves. A wild animal I presume,..Shaun's focus returned to it. As a result of his diversion to see what it was, I took my hand away from his in a hurry. and begin to run... "Hold on, Evelyn! You won't be able to elude me once more. He yelled.

"Did you say, Cora?" Elena nodded. "Yes, why?" Evelyn lowered her gaze, trying to remember. "Cora Miller, am I right?" Elena nodded again. "Yeah." Evelyn blinked and looked at her with her mouth open, looking like someone in awe at something. "Wow. No wonder, I always found what she said weird." "What are you talking about? You know her?"

My makeup was minimal with just mascara, eyeliner and lip gloss. I entered the elevator deciding not to pay much attention to them. I got to his floor and saw his receptionist typing away on her desktop. "Hi, am here to see Alex. Is he in? I asked. She gave me a small smile. " Do you have an appointment ma'am?" She asked. " No, he only asked to meet him here at 10:00 am. "Okay, let me confirm with him if you don't mind?". I nodded my head for her to go ahead. At least she's not some bitchy receptionist.

I say a little louder, tapping her arm. The man turns around first, and my jaw drops when I see it's Ken. Ken, Connor's friend and the VP of Everest. "You—" "You—" We say at the same time. "Oh, Evelyn!" Mira says when she sees me. "I was looking for you, and then I met this gentleman." Ken looks at Mira and then at me. "You know her?" Mira speaks up before I can. "Do I know Evelyn? She's only like my best friend and the best cyber "thingy" specialist in the entire world. What, do you know her?"

I can only hope that. She smiles and shakes my hand. She leaves much to be desired, as if touching me is the single most repulsive thing she has ever done. "Pleasure to meet you. I'm Evelyn, Elias's older sister." "Nice to finally meet you. Mr. Dabney-Aparo mentioned you were coming," I answer.

The woman looked back at Elara. Then answered softly. “My name is Evelyn.” She paused. “Evelyn Quinn.” The surname echoed through the hall. Elias slowly closed his eyes. “So…” He whispered. “You survived.” Evelyn nodded. “Barely.” Elara frowned. “Quinn?” Evelyn smiled sadly. “I was Isabella’s younger sister.” The room fell silent. “My aunt?” “Yes.” Elara’s knees almost gave way. “My mother had a sister?” Elias nodded.

"Greetings, Healer. This is Evelyn Lawson. Do you have a patient named Ruth Miller in your wards awaiting a liver graft? Yes, that is the one. As we discussed, your rise to Head Healer is within my influence. I find myself in a difficult position, and I require a favor." Moments later, Evelyn hung up, a cold light in her eyes as she sipped a dark tea. Her blood-red nails caught the light of the chandeliers. "Mother, why the smirk?" Madison descended toward her, her curiosity piqued. A thin, cruel smile touched Evelyn’s lips. "Good tidings, daughter. I have connections within the Bayview ward. I have ensured the liver meant for the Miller woman has been diverted to a more... deserving soul. L

She doesn’t get the chance to answer because we reach a table where an older woman is standing beside a young man who looks like he could be her son. “Hey, Evelyn!” Mom waves excitedly as we approach, and she and the woman immediately exchange quick hugs and air kisses on both cheeks. Throughout the entire greeting, Mom never lets go of my arm. “Goodness, Tiffany, you look breathtaking this evening! Radiant and younger looking as ever!” The woman says warmly before her eyes shift toward me, a delighted glint appearing in them. “And don’t tell me this is your daughter, Noah.” “Yes, she is.” Mom beams before turning toward me. “Noah, meet Evelyn Richard, the CEO of EVE’s Textile Homes. You kno

Evelyn looked down again. “Miss, look at me.” At the sound of his voice, her eyes returned to his. “Yes. Just like that, keep your eyes on me. Now listen. I need you to tell me your name.” Beyond a doubt, this Mr. James' presence and command was undeniable. Blinking hard, Evelyn refocused on him. Dangling precariously from his grip, she shuddered, suddenly aware of the elevation's bitter cold. “It’s Evelyn—Evelyn Moore.” Having found her voice and coherent words, they flooded in painful rasps from her abused throat, a deluge like the tears streaking down her cheeks. “I tried to hold him! I called for help! No one came! And he—,” her body quaked with pained sobs, “he wouldn’t hold onto me! He