Evelyn Novels & Stories

Not in the previous timeline, but in a picture. One buried within an old military report she had found months after the apocalypse began. Her name had been written below and she had been a scientist from Blackwell Research. Officially dead. The woman smiled. "Hello, Sharon." Alex raised his weapon towards the TV. "Where are you?" Evelyn laughed. "You still think you can find me." Sharon stepped forward. "You watched me." "Of course." "Why?" Evelyn's smile vanished. "Because you are the variable that shouldn't exist."

“She’s dead.” The woman smiled faintly. “Clearly not.” Lucien’s expression tightened slightly. “You survived.” The woman looked toward him calmly. “Barely.” Daniel stepped forward carefully. “Who is she?” Nobody answered immediately. Then Adrian whispered softly— “Dr. Evelyn Vale.” The name hit Michael instantly. One of the original Council scientists. One of the architects behind the synchronization cleansing programs. But according to every surviving record— She died years ago. Evelyn studied the group through the monitor quietly before her eyes landed on Amara.

Her face was pale, and she kept glancing towards the windows despite the guards stationed outside. Sean turned the monitor towards her. “You said you could recognize him.” Her gaze moved across the photographs. “Who are these men?” “You don’t need to know.” “Is one of them supposed to be him?” “If you recognize anyone, point to him. If you don’t, say so.” Evelyn approached slowly. The first image meant nothing to her, neither did the second. She looked at the third for several seconds before moving on, then she reached the fifth photograph.

“I'm sorry.” Elena whispered, “Who are you?” The woman stepped inside. “My name is Evelyn Rose Blackwood.” Elena's breath caught. “Grandmother?” The woman nodded. Adrian immediately moved closer to Elena. Evelyn looked at him. “You're Adrian.” “Yes.” “I knew your mother.” “Catherine?” Evelyn's expression changed. “Yes.” She looked back at Elena. “And I knew yours.” Elena swallowed. “Amelia?” “No.” Evelyn shook her head.

In Evely’s previous life, because of her entanglement with Eileen and Vivienne, she failed to go to university which was one of the regrets she had in life. Around this time in Evely’s previous life, after meeting with Eileen which was a very emotional one, by the way, unlike the face slapping one they had earlier, Evely became obsessed with seeing her “mother”, and establishing their place in society that Evely thought Liz stole from Vivienne. It was why she let Eileen use the name Hunt.

Evelyn said truly grateful Mariana smiled and then turned on the TV and gave the remote control to Evelyn after which she left for her duties. Evelyn changed channels and stumbled upon an advert about different types of food, she wasn't at all interested in that since it would make her even hungrier. So she changed channels until a news popped up and it was about the Aragons seeing their name pop up Evelyn became curious. She increased the volume and the newscaster said,

Evelyn looked down again. “Miss, look at me.” At the sound of his voice, her eyes returned to his. “Yes. Just like that, keep your eyes on me. Now listen. I need you to tell me your name.” Beyond a doubt, this Mr. James' presence and command was undeniable. Blinking hard, Evelyn refocused on him. Dangling precariously from his grip, she shuddered, suddenly aware of the elevation's bitter cold. “It’s Evelyn—Evelyn Moore.” Having found her voice and coherent words, they flooded in painful rasps from her abused throat, a deluge like the tears streaking down her cheeks.

She said and gave Evelyn a sweet smile. Evelyn Forrester. Her ex-best friend from high school who randomly decided one day that Elizabeth would be her rival in everything. Elizabeth was still not sure how they became friends, as they have nothing in common except being heirs from affluent households. Where Elizabeth loved fashion and was hardworking and independent, Evelyn was just a socialite who lived off her parent’s wealth.

He asked. She chuckled loud, kissing him on his lips. "Yes baby, they are real. Evelyn is a Graduate too. We both got into our studies doubling on classes to finish faster... don't ask, but we managed to pull it off. We studied at our own pace. We worked our ass off to finish in three years. I just got my diploma this past summer before I came to see you. Evelyn is my vp of finances, I guess you can say she's been working for me since she was eighteen, she holds her own little part of shares here and there. " His eyes were wide opened, his sight diverting from her to the numerous diplomas set before him.

She just HAD to be! As he watched Faidh sleep, Heath thought about how different things would be for the world, now that he had found Eve. Humanity wouldn't die out. Heath was beginning work on his PHD in Biophysics in Nineteen Eighty-Five, when he met May-Ellen Reardon. She was a Math Major who believed the world would end through a new world war. She watched every newscast she could find. She subscribed to numerous newspapers. She spent hours at the grocery store magazine racks. Any hint of conflict anywhere in the world reaffirmed her suspicions. Heath would patiently listen to her daily comments of, "see, I told you it was coming," or, "This is going to be so so bad. They're just gonna w