Evelyn Miller Author Novels & Stories

It tested her bones the way a key tests a door it suspects will yield with enough kindness. Evelyn did not yield. She let the iron lines Maera had drawn become definitions—borders that said no with ordinary authority. The pressure reached her throat, tasted the line, and flinched like a child who has learned its mother’s name is not a permission. “Good,” Maera breathed. “Again.” Evelyn pressed forward. “You want wolves,” she said, voice roughening into something that might have been prayer if she had believed in any god but witness. “I am the person who writes down the bill.”

"I don't care what you believe yet." I asked, my heart pounding, "What do you have to do with my mother?" Lucian crouched in front of me, close enough for me to see the silver strands in his dark hair. "Evelyn Miller was not born Evelyn Miller. Her real name was Evelyn Thorne, and she was promised to me before she met Aldric." "You're lying." "I'm not." "My mother never mentioned you." "Of course she didn't." "Why?" "Because Evelyn spent the rest of her life pretending her past could not reach her children."

Unaware of what had just happened, Eranthe thanked Eva and hastily went to the meeting room. As she opened the door, her smile froze at the sight of Mrs. Miller. Suppressing her surprise, she said, "Mrs. Miller, glad to see you." Alice Miller, sitting on the sofa with sunglasses, removed them coldly and stared at Eranthe. "Seems like you're doing well with your business. So busy, even a meeting requires an appointment." Eranthe, placing her laptop on a nearby cabinet, took a seat on the sofa. "It has been a busy day. I'm not sure why you're here."

She looks towards the familiar face. Elora is dressed in a light yellow maxi till her knees. "What has got you so lost, Muffin?" "Nothing," saying, she puts her book on the bed and gives all attention to her stepmother. "Let me see what my cute little muffin reads," she picks up the book. Her eyes start twitching reading the texts in the book. She turns it to see its cover. Evolution by Douglas J, says the title. "You've just finished college...take a chill dear," Elora says in a sweet voice.

"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

Wendy wanted to close her eyes but Evelyn tapped her face to keep her awake and said "I am not done with you witch, so you can't die just yet. You need to look at the one who caused your downfall, it is I Evelyn Mills. So take a look at my face, I want my face to be the last thing you will ever see. You took my entire childhood away from me. And took my unborn child away as well, now you can rot in hell because you are never coming out of here alive I can assure you that." She brought out a knife and was about to punch the air bag but decided not to when she heard footsteps, she kept her knife back in her pocket and left.

Viviane insisted. “Do as you wish,” Arthur grumbled. Then, looking at Eliza, he asked, “Are you hungry? The hens are laying good eggs these days. There’s still a few scrambled in that pan.” Since she normally woke up ravenous, Eliza was surprised to realize that she actually felt full. Not wanting to bring any more attention to her that might renew their questions about where she’d been and why, she smiled and made her way to the stove. Lifting the cover off the fry pan, she lowered her face over the eggs and sniffed long and deep. They smelled especially delicious that morning.

Evelyn picked up a book and sat down on the thick and soft cushion as she read comfortably. She was originally worried that she would be bored while waiting, but she forgot all about the passage of time with these books around. Evelyn only looked away from the book in her hand when Rowan knocked on the door and came in. “Are you done eating?” Evelyn quickly closed the book in her hand and stood up when she saw him coming in. She had completely forgotten about the time while reading, so she asked him this question because she thought that it had only been a while. In fact, it was already 9:00 PM.

“Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth?” “Yes. I swear.” Evelyn’s voice was firm. “Then let’s begin.” Attorney David’s tone sharpened. “Tell us what happened. How did you find out that Mr. Micah was attempting to rape your colleague while your mistress was away?” My breath caught. Evelyn’s gaze met mine, unwavering, cold, full of contempt. Her voice was calm, but her eyes burned with something far deeper. “I was tending to one of the rooms,” she began.

The thought of never being able to see Havyn again felt like she had taken a knife to the heart. That kind of pain was just like when her baby left her. She couldn't understand why she cared so much about Havyn. Just as her nervous hands clenched into fists, she heard Nathan's calm, deep voice next to her ear. "Don't be afraid. I won't let you die." Once again, his tone inexplicably reminded her of Warren. She glanced at Nathan with some surprise, but he was intently examining the control panel. Evelyn gathered all her courage and walked toward the elderly person sitting by the table. She softly called out, "Mr. Miller Senior."