Evelyn Miller Two Vaginas Novels & Stories

In any case, Ellen was a practical woman who wouldn’t mind not having the title of my wife, as long as I gave her enough money. Moreover, Ellen had hooked up with several men at the same time while dating me. She was a clear minded woman who know who knowing I wouldn’t marry her, was only focused on earning money. Anya’s POV: Evan was soon transferred to the intensive care unit. Through the surveillance video, one could see the various medical instruments and tubes attached to his body. He resembled a decomposed corpse that would be completely disfigured. Lillian and Miranda took the children to the hospital the next day.

Vivian corrected, trying to get a closer look at the figure walking down the walkway. Rita returned her gaze to the television screen once more. After a minute, she started laughing. “Don't tell me you miss Elena! How can she be the one walking down the walkway as the wife of Miller's grandson? Can't you see that woman is pregnant? Elena is barren!” Rita countered immediately.

Evelyn stood back up straight. ... "I'm so horny now." "Whaaat?!" Collen found Evelyn's arm wrapped around his dragging him off. "Wai- Ev! T-That's the women's restroom!" Evelyn shouldered through the door like she was breaching a door in a hostile MOUT environment slamming right through.

I manage to relay but with a very shaking voice. I’m petrified of losing Millie I can’t think straight, my surroundings have blurred and time seems to have slowed. I watch as Evelyn inspects Millie’s limp body with confusion about the blood. “She’s pregnant,” I blurt out and the sounds of gasps from the crowd ring in my ears. Evelyn looks up at me sympathetically and nods her head, “she may be having an ectopic pregnancy.” “She’s not, the baby is in the uterus, we went to the doctor this past Monday and everything was perfect,” Stephanie takes over.

The villa’s northern wing smelled of old paper, dust, and long-forgotten secrets. Savannah pushed open a door she hadn't unlocked in years. Inside, the walls were stained pale and peeling, past ICU blue wallpaper flaking like ancient skin. This was Mira’s last hideout—a room strewn with empty bottles, lined with medical files, and smelling faintly of antiseptic. In the center hung a single drawing pinned to the wall: two stick figures rendered crudely but with intent. One had a single word beneath: “Eva”. The other, to the side and smaller, simply: “Me.”

They stood at the entrance of the room, their guns aimed, their faces grim, ready to shoot. Evelyn, mid-parry, twisted her lips into a triumphant, chilling grin. And then, before I could even understand her intent, she shifted. Not into another guard, not into some monstrous beast, but into a perfect, flawless replica of me. My heart hammered, a cold, sickening realization dawning on me. Two Lunas. Two identical figures, both standing in the dimly lit room, both breathing heavily from exertion.

"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

But there had to be another way, some method to escape unnoticed. Forcing herself to sit up again, Evelyn scanned the room, her sharp mind analyzing every detail, every possible option. Her gaze settled on the window across from her bed. It was high up, but it was large enough for her to fit through. If she could just reach it... Summoning what little strength she had left, Evelyn swung her legs over the side of the bed again. Her body protested, pain shooting through her abdomen, but she gritted her teeth and ignored it. This time, there was no room for failure.

After confirming he was gone, she said, "Let's take a walk in the gardens." They went around in circles in the next few minutes, with Milan remaining silent. After some time, she revealed, "I couldn't make love with your brother. In fact, I had never really done it, technically." "Recalling how Rowan ended up having sex with Salome, I imagine that's why he cheated on me," Milan suggested. "I have a moderate case of vaginal agenesis." "Vaginal agenesis?" Wendell repeated his brow lifting. "It means my, you know." Milan quoted with her fingers, saying, "Cat."

Zarek asked, his voice low, almost bored. “Oh, all of this?” Evelyn waved a manicured hand around. “I just thought, since I’m pregnant with your pup, I should stay active. I didn’t want to appear lazy, so I organized a training session. Invited a few allies…” she smiled, her voice turning syrupy, “including Lucien’s mate.” My fingers tightened around Zarek’s. Mira. I saw her before I heard her. She jogged toward us, dressed in black, her long dark hair trailing behind her.