Evelyn Miller Of Novels & Stories

“Always just too late.” Her phone buzzed in her hand. An unknown number. She answered without thinking. “Melissa Williams,” a woman’s voice said calmly. “My name is Evelyn Crowe.” Melissa froze. “I knew your mother,” Evelyn continued. “Very well.” Silence stretched between them. “I’ve been looking for you,” Evelyn said. “And I believe we need to talk before other people decide your future for you.” Melissa closed her eyes. Outside the hospital, rain began to fall.

It was Connor. "Who are you?" he demanded, his eyes narrowing. She stood up, her gaze steady. "Evelyn Baker." She said out loud and proud. "What?" Connor exclaimed. He knew nothing of the organisation or it's runnings but he did know of the news that Evelyn baker, the evil assailant had finally been killed and everyone was finally at rest. And now this woman was Evelyn baker? He immediately sneakily brought out his recording pen and tapped on the cap, recording what she said. "Evelyn Baker? The assassin that's dead?"

"And you do know Evelyn deserves an apology, right?" He nodded quickly over and over like some nervous, damn lizard. It made my fist itch. "Erm... Boss..." he muttered, eyes darting to the floor. "Evelyn showing up at the clubhouse that night... it wasn’t a coincidence." My brows shot up. I straightened and leaned against the edge of the table, arms folded. "Wasn’t a coincidence?" I echoed, narrowing my eyes. "Then spit it out." "There’s a woman named Mimi. She used to be Evelyn’s assistant. Diane brought her to New York."

And then I saw her. Evelyn Miller. In that sleek, dark gown. Hair pinned up, smile soft, eyes sharp. She was standing alone near the back terrace, sipping something from a glass, the moonlight laying over her like silver silk. The world slowed as I watched her. Something in my chest pulled tight. I took a breath, then walked toward her. She turned when I reached her, her face lighting up like she hadn’t expected me, though I knew she had. “Pearl,” she greeted, voice soft and gracious. “You look stunning tonight.”

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.

“My name is Evelyn McIntyre. Unfortunately, Miles is my brother. I have some information about him that I think you’ll find relevant to this hearing.” “Please, go on.” Nora prompted, looking almost giddy at the prospect of learning all Miles’ dirty secrets.