Evelyn Miller Author Novels & Stories

She turned her venomous gaze toward me, her eyes filled with the same hatred they’d had when she forced me to drink the aborticide. I didn't flinch. I just retracted my hand and gave her a thin, mocking smile. Without a word, Daphne dragged a dazed Ryan away, disappearing into the crowd of whispering socialites. My work here was done. I had just announced to all of New York that Evelyn Miller, formerly Evelyn Harrington, was back. And I was holding all the cards. As I made my way toward the exit, a swarm of reporters blocked my path. Their cameras flashed like a thunderstorm.

Free from their evil face, that everyone in the country had failed to see. Ellen Miller had picked her designer purse to call Hailey, as she stood up and walked out of the dining room. She was totally loving the new development of things in the Miller's mansion. It was going to be an opportunity for her best friend Hailey, since that was what they had all been anticipating. Eva left the table shortly together with Emma, knowing that there was nothing more to do. Ellen, who was the only child left on the table after she came back, planned to have the delicacies and continue her own feast all by herself.

They all ate their food in silence and all the while, Robin couldn't help but notice Drew's burning haze on her as she ate, so she decided to avoid meeting his eyes and pinned all her attention on her pizza slice. After they had all eaten, Miller cleared his throat dramatically and started, "So as I said already, I have the feeling that the culprit is a female and is probably doing this out of spite or under the instructions of someone. So I will simply hack into the account used in the post and get the contact details and..." "What? No you will not, I think that is just going too far," Evans protested. "Can you be silent while the master speaks?" Miller asked in a fake annoyed tone. He coul

Miller was so close that I could feel the heat radiating from his body, and his scent enveloped me. "What are you doing, Mr. Miller?" I asked, my voice husky and uncertain, unsure why my words came out this way. "You're correct, Ella. I did fabricate the document," Mr. Miller purred, his voice dangerously close to my ear. I gasped in surprise at his admission. "And now, what are you going to do about it?" "What were you thinking, Mr. Miller? And don't you dare call me Ella! You have no right to address me by my first name, Mr. Miller!" I yelled in frustration, attempting to step away, but he blocked my path with his hand.

said Hilda; "when he's sober he only pronounces my mother's name and tells me to get out of the way; when he's mad he only talks to himself, and pays even less attention to me." Evelyn: "...... like this." "If I get the chance later, I can teach you." Evelyn's gaze fell longingly on a particular line in the book, and she just stared at it without moving before speaking, "Speaking of which, the only reason I know how to write here is because a demon taught me, and he gave me a book he wrote himself." "I left that book where I lived back then, I don't know if it's still there," Evelyn said softly, "If it's still there, I could use it to teach you. It was a good book."

Despite the tangled mess with Aidan, she couldn’t help but feel drawn to Evan. Then she thought about Ethan, and her stomach churned. What happened between the two of them behind closed doors in his study was another dirty secret she kept with another Moretti. But, for the love of squeaky clean floors, Millie couldn’t seem to stop herself from gravitating toward him, either. But what she shared with Evan felt different somehow. “Are you okay, Millie Berry?” Evan’s voice cut through her wandering thoughts. “Huh?” She blinked, refocusing on him.

I saw the name on her tag, as well as her position - Molly, the store manager, apparently. Evelyn put on a professional smile before greeting the Manager, “I came here to do some inspection. Is there anything wrong here, Mrs. Molly?” The sales assistant scoffed. “Just a poor person who does not have money to buy perfume and wanted to create trouble by trying to smear the “Moonlight” perfume.” I saw Evelyn stiffened oh-so-barely; you would miss it if you weren’t paying attention. Unfortunately for her, I noticed it, as did the shock and guilty look on her face when she first saw me.

When everywhere got quiet for the last question to come up, I raised my head to see Killian standing, with a copy of my book in his hands. I forced down a lump in my throat. What was this man going to ask? I quickly signalled Dawn to get me water. "Hey Evelyn," he began. "Never a fan of romance and flowers, but your book reminded me of a woman I fell in love with..." Jesus! My throat was getting really dry. Where is Dawn and my water! The crowd added to my scorching thirst by making awwww sounds.