Novelas y relatos de Evelyn

she said slowly, “I’ll call you back later tonight. We need to talk about something.” “Ohoooo?” Carlos sang. “What are you trying to tell me, Miss Evelyn? This sounds suspicious and interesting.” Mr. Harrington chuckled in the background. “I’ll take that as my cue to sign off. Goodnight, everyone.” “Goodnight, Dad!” “Goodnight, Uncle!” The call ended, and Evelyn tucked Cecily into bed with a goodnight kiss and a promise that she wouldn’t be left alone again. She had just stepped into her room, brushing her hair out, when her phone buzzed again.

“I… I do hold a first class degree in Economics, ma’am.” Her smile widened, a small dimple forming on her cheek. “I am Miss Evelyn, your young employer.” My breath caught. This was her? The Evelyn. She didn’t look like a woman with an eighteen year old daughter. Her skin glowed, her curves were impossible to ignore, and her figure was the kind men twice my age would lose their minds over. She couldn’t have been older than. “I’m just thirty six,” she said suddenly, as if she could hear my thoughts.

Synopsis. After losing seven girlfriends to death and disaster, repeatedly, Stefan lost the meaning of love and relationships only to receive the news that he had been betrothed ever since he was young. Even after several refusals, he was forced to marry Mabel, to save her family's company from bankruptcy. Stefan swore to make Mabel's life a living hell in the marriage but what if Mabel was far from being an ordinary girl? And wasn't like his crazy fans?

Evelyn replied, gathering the documents in front of her and placing them into a briefcase that stood beside her chair. “I assume you have a copy of these papers?” she asked. "Yes, we do,” Elvis replied. “Good, I'll be taking my leave now; I have other places to be,” Evelyn said, then walked out of the meeting room carrying a briefcase that was given to her by Aralyn. “Do you think we can trust her?” Elvis asked. “No one is trustworthy, Elvis. The fact that she has the same goal as we do doesn't make her a friend. We need to watch her closely and be ready to play our trump card when she tries something funny,” Aralyn replied.

Cayden frowns at me, “Oh yeah, right.” I am just about to ask what he is implying when there is a gentle knock at the door. Before it opens, slowly, almost tentatively. “Hi” Evelyn’s head leans around the door, her long blond hair falling over her shoulder as she does. She is smiling at us. “I have updated certain systems, so I am just waiting now, so thought I would come and see if there was anything you need me to do while I wait. Paperwork? Filing? I have done lots of secretarial jobs back in pack.”

Before I could say a word, Evelyn looked at Ella. “So Ella, it seemed I had appeared to be invisible to you,” Evelyn said. I rolled my eyes at her, the woman was griefing and had just experience the most traumatic experience of her life and was still shaken by it, and here is Evelyn asking to be acknowledged. “Don't you dare you witch, i know what you did,” Ella spat in surprise

“Enzo was supposed to come bail you out, but he got an emergency, he kept calling Loyd, but Loyd left his phone in the house and I managed to pick Enzo's call and I volunteered to help”. Evelyn blurted out. Evelyn was an average height lady, has light-brown eyes and a pale skin. She was young for someone who had given birth to her child Brittany before she even married Megan's father. What angered Megan the most was that her dad married Evelyn barely after two months of her mother's death.

“Because hiding is not enough anymore.” Evelyn walked closer to the window. “Who are you?” The woman looked straight into her eyes. “You already know.” Evelyn’s breath got faster. “You’re the woman in the photograph.” “Yes.” "The woman who worked with my father." "Yes." "And you're Eve." Her expression shifted ever so slightly. "No." We were both stunned by the answer. I examined her closely. "Then who are you?" "My name is Eleanor Voss." Just hearing the name brought it all rushing back to us. Eleanor Voss.

"I remember enough." "You remember Lucian." Her face hardened. "Yes." "You remember Eli." "Yes." "You remember Kael." Her voice cracked. "Yes." The voice became colder. "And you remember the pain they caused you." Evelyn's eyes narrowed. "What are you doing?" "Reminding you." The darkness flashed. Evelyn saw Lucian. He was standing beside her. Then suddenly he was gone. She saw Eli. He was a baby. Then he was gone. Kael. Gone.

Elena greeted as they reached the table. “Always a pleasure, Elena,” Evelyn replied warmly. Her eyes moved to Callum, and she smiled. “And this must be your son.” Callum offered a polite nod. “Callum Blackwood.” “Evelyn Sinclair,” she said. “Although I imagine you already know that.” “I do.” The short answer didn’t seem to bother her. If anything, Evelyn looked amused. “And this is my daughter, Serena.” Serena smiled as she extended her hand. “It’s nice to finally meet you.”