Evelyn Miller Book Novels & Stories

The child of the man who had abandoned me before the entire world. How could fate be so cruel? I slid to the bathroom floor, crying until my chest ached. I didn't know if I was grieving the future I'd lost... Or terrified of the one that had just begun. Then— Bang! Bang! Bang! Someone pounded on my apartment door. I froze. Another series of knocks shook the walls. "Ms. Evelyn Hart!" A man's voice echoed through the hallway. "We know you're inside!" Then another. "The media would like a statement regarding Adrian Thorn!"

I looked back at the crowd that day, seeing elementary school kids with hands calloused from climbing, young men who had been crippled by the trail, and middle-aged folks who had lost their children. Finally, my gaze had landed on Dad's headstone. He had tumbled right off the cliff, breaking every bone in his body, just like so many other elderly folks in our town had over the years. This elevator, which had arrived decades too late, stood like a massive, powerful beacon at the entrance of the town, finally piercing through the pitch-black nights in the valley. Every single resident who rode that outdoor elevator for the first time had broken down in tears of sheer relief as the cabin glided

because Evelyn had memorized the access code very well, she immediately entered the number, as soon as she entered Malvin's apartment, she was surprised by Malvin's slightly messy place with her shoes that were left scattered about. Evelyn then went to the kitchen and put down the two plastic bags she had brought with her. Then she straightened Malvin's shoes and walked into his living room. Evelyn was again surprised because there were several pieces of clothing scattered there. all Evelyn knew, this place was always neat because Malvin really likes tidiness. Evelyn returned to pick up Malvin's clothes to tidy it up, but suddenly the hairs on her back were shivering. Her legs started to go

I saw Eula approaching me. "Again, sir. I'm sorry on behalf of my friend. She's a newly recruited member of the suicide cup event and doesn't have a single idea of who we are. I'll just remove her-" my eyes widened and glared at Eula. "Don't. As I've said, she's my prey, and I won't let her escape.." he fixed his coat first before smirking at me. "Welcome to Suicide High, Miss Florence Mil. I hope you'll enjoy your stay here because I'll surely do." He said and left the room.

Evelyn was sitting in the reading room, surrounded by a bunch of people, a stark contrast to the rest of the reading room, which was empty. Evelyn blinked back her eyes, half-plopped down on the desk with a lost face, and said quietly, "I'm the only one in the entire pantheon, no, in the entire country, who hasn't passed the basic spell test by the time they reach adulthood, aren't I? ...... Ahh, I really hope Example Law revises the test. " Her eyes were half closed, her long, arched lashes casting a small, raven-feathered shadow beneath them, Evelyn hid the small half of her beautiful face under her crossed arms, her long, pale blonde hair cascading down her frail shoulders.

Eve couldn't describe how she felt when her feet stepped through the large pillars in front of the main door of a mansion that was not unfamiliar to her—a mansion she once called home. It had been a month since her last memory of that place. A month had passed, and she thought she would keep counting every day as she woke up alone in her bedroom. "Eve," Cailynn reached out her hand to her. Eve looked up and glanced at Cailynn's outstretched hand for a moment.

Judging from the way Evelyn is looking at him, she must like muscular men since she is a model herself. Evelyn also wanted to decline but Housekeeper Julie stop her by explaining how she is a woman and she looks so skinny and she has to eat little so as to become more in shape and beautiful, Evelyn nodded happily as she gulp down the mouthful of fried rice, she couldn't help but to pity herself, when has she eaten this kind of food, the last she remembers was when her father was still alive.

Jonea also brought a canvas bag filled with books for Miller. Knock. Knock. Knock. After knocking on the treatment room door, Jonea opened it slowly. She saw Miller sitting pensively on the bed, staring out the window. Jonea approached slowly so as not to startle Miller. Miller didn't respond at all to the appearance of anyone near her. Jonea put the books on the table. She also took out a few boxes of strawberry milk and placed them beside the book. Jonea knew Miller really liked strawberry milk.

I got a headache an hour later still with so many questions racing through my head. Thinking of such things wasn't going to help and I sat up straight on my bed. I picked up my laptop and googled the company Miller Inc. I froze immediately when the company's building came into view. Along with the achievements about the company in just a year and a half. And, looking down, I saw his photo. My breath hitched and raced up. The C.E.O of Miller Inc. Jack Miller.

Eve said with a long sigh then she stood up, making Evelyn raise her head to look up at her. “I'll get going now. It's already nearing five in the morning. Time passes by. I'm going to visit you again after a month. Also, I read about that book—it was psychotic to the point that I'm going to be stressed just by reading the novel from chapter one to chapter five hundred. Damn.” Eve complained while pouting, making Evelyn's eyes widen as she looked at her. “What's the ending? No, the plot?” Evelyn asked but Eve cheekily smirked at her.