Evelyn Miller Book Novels & Stories

Without hesitation, she picked up her fork, pierced the meat, and brought it to her mouth. “Oh, God!” Millicent muttered annoyingly, rolling her eyes. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” Eve’s mouth was full; she couldn’t even say goodbye to Millicent. She nodded as if the message was for her. Millicent murmured a curse, but Eve was already busy eating the salad. “Haven’t you eaten your lunch?” I asked curiously, watching her eat my food and almost asking her when she last ate. She shook her head. “I hadn’t had any since this morning. I was in a hurry to meet Bernard -”

“Oliver has been a huge support in my life more than you ever have, so just because I'm keeping quiet doesn't mean you should mistake my silence for foolishness.” “But that's exactly what this... rendezvous of yours is. Absurdity in the highest order, and I can't stand by and idly watch my daughter make a fool of herself!” he spat, tossing a newspaper onto the table. The headline read: AFTER DESTROYING CASSANDRA MILLS' HOUSEHOLD, EVELYN LAURENT APPEARS EIGHT YEARS LATER IN A HOSPITAL, HAPPILY IN LOVE WITH A NEW MAN. The image that followed the headline showed pictures of Evelyn and me from last week at the hospital. Picking up the newspaper, Evelyn raked her gaze over the headline and then t

she continued. Evans’ eyes flickered to the other elders, then the elder standing before him. “I… I am not hiding anything.” The female elder raised her hand slightly, and he kept quiet. “Your name?” “Evans… Evans Miller,” Evans replied calmly. The immediate reaction from the elders and most of the other people made Evans realize something: that name carries weight. “Blood doesn’t tell lies,” a male elder proclaimed, his gaze fixed on Evans. Before anyone could react, footsteps were heard. Everyone turned their attention to the entrance. The footsteps were light, and a man who looked like he was in his late forties entered with a woman. Then… Jasmine.

"Your conversion to milliliters is off by 0.25. Precision matters more than sentiment, Evelyn. That's how you keep people alive." What would any of us do without perfect Evelyn? The daughter worthy of our parents' scholarly attention. I was too stupid for them. I watched, invisible in the doorway, as Mother reached for Evelyn's hand. "What would I do without you?" What would any of us do without the Golden Child? Later that night, I stood before the bathroom mirror, Mother's medical textbook propped open, herbs stolen from the supply cabinet. I tried to mimic Evelyn's methodical approach, the measured cadence of her recitations, the steady hand that never trembled when measuring toxic substa

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.

And they didn’t just make one girl, oh no, they made two for the price of one, popping out twin girls as their final kids. Eluna Miller was the outgoing one, and by that, I meant that she was just never at home when she didn’t have to be. She was a typical teenage girl, loving to spend time with her friends and hanging out around town. Basically, anywhere was better than being forced to stay at home, and spending time with her older brothers.

She walked away, taking the book with her. I left the library frustrated. Every time I asked about the family, people shut down. They refused to talk. It only made me more curious. What was so terrible about this family that no one would even say their name? The next day at school, I found Evelyn at lunch. She was sitting alone, reading a book. I sat down across from her. "Can I talk to you?" "Of course." She closed her book. "What's up?" "It's about Morgan."

Nina said, pulling over to let James Miller walk into the elevator, while Becky and Timothy followed behind them. "I will speak to your siblings, you only need to confirm what I say," James Miller said to Becky as they were in the elevator that took them up to the top floor, the 15th floor. Becky looked at her master with a puzzled look, but she nodded in the end. "Yes, Mr. Miller." The elevator dinged loudly, Nina stepped out, her hand holding the elevator button, waiting for the others to come out. "Mr. Miller!" called Becky impatiently making James Miller stop in his tracks and turn his head towards her with one eyebrow raised high.

Evelyn’s POV The morning air was quiet, but my heart wasn’t. I barely slept through the night. My pillow was soaked with silent tears, and my eyes were sore. I had made up my mind. I would collect the divorce papers today. My lawyer had called earlier and said everything was ready. All I had to do was show up and take them. I stood in front of the mirror, brushing my hair slowly. I didn’t even recognize the woman staring back. My skin was pale. My lips were dry. The scar on my cheek… I used to hide it with

Sunday, Miller mansion:- The Sunday mornings in the Miller mansion had always been a brightening affair as Mr. and Mrs. Miller invited their extended family for lunch. Each Sunday is all about family meet and greet, lip-smacking lunch personally prepared by Mrs. Miller, and great laughter. However, this time it was a bit different. They did not hold a family lunch, as Mrs. Miller was not well. Moreover, today Mr. Miller was also in a sad mood as he was stressed for Evelyn. The girl had come early today and had been crying since morning. She narrated the incident from last evening, making Mr. Miller feel bad for her. As Viaan asked her to stop all her approaches this instant, which she hid sk