Evelyn Novels & Stories

a voice over the phone greeted. " Book me the earliest flight to LA " . Evelyn replied . " Okay ma'am " her secretary replied and Evelyn ended the call. She's going over to fight for her man !

Amber shouted but Evelyn already zoomed off. Evelyn Browns is a high ranking model and she was well known in her country, America and internationally. She is not famous because she is the only daughter of the Brown family, the second richest family in America but because of her cheerful and gentle nature. "I just wish his betrothed is handsome and popular gosh!..I can't wait to snap with him and post it on my social media handles" She shouted but covered her mouth quickly. "She said not to tell anyone!" She mutters, biting her lower lips.

Ellaine asked. “My parents are of Elvin blood but as you know, I am a witch. I am more than a century old but I haven’t met the next witch of the Elvin blood. The Creator would only take me if I have completed my mission of passing my knowledge to the Elvin pillar of the next generation of witches.”

She pleads " Okay mum I'll be there , i've to get back to work na i'll see at dinner" "Love you" she hangs up. Adrian comes to see about a business proposal and while we took there's a knock on my door "Come in" I tell whoever is at the door and Eulalia walks in and immediately she sees Adrian her face becomes red. "Good day Mr Adrian" she greets him. " Adrian , i've told you to call me Adrian so many times Eulalia" Adrian responds. "How are you doing, I hope Constantine doesn't stress you ?" he asks her, she looks over

Just like Evelyn, she always comes to Elizabeth ward pretending that she cares She came one day to Elizabeth's ward. Evelyn was the one with Elizabeth. Evelyn had asked her why she was always coming. It's not like she likes Elizabeth. She said she wants to earn Richard's heart through pretending that she cares about Elizabeth. What Evelyn doesn’t know is that Anita has her own plan. Evelyn had important work to do, so she asked Anita to look after Elizabeth.

Detroit~ Just as Mathew was to Madam Helena, so were Elijah, Elias, and Gaya to Detroit— the kind of people you didn’t replace, only protected. Their loyalty was bound to them by years of blood and shared sin. And that was exactly how Evelyn was to his mother. Lorraine West had never had many she trusted. She was proud, calculating, and too sharp for most to stand beside. But Evelyn had been there from the start. Evelyn was given to her as a child assistant, by her late husband, Moore.

At least I didn’t smell like a distillery anymore. I stepped out, my Louboutin Oxfords clicking sharply against the floor, and that was when I saw them: Elis climbing out of his matte-black G-Wagon two spots over, and right behind him the devil herself. Evelyn. Looking dangerous in a bloody red Chanel suit with her hair twisted into that perfect chignon she wore whenever she was about to ruin someone’s life. My stomach knotted so hard I could taste bile. What the hell is she doing here?

“Evelyn.” The little nobody from the diner. The surrogate. The replacement. Vanessa’s stomach churned ed at the thought of her. She had seen photos, she had gotten information from those she paid and Vanessa knew how to dig. Evelyn was pretty in a quiet, unassuming way, the kind of pretty that made men think of home-cooked meals and soft laughter. Not like Vanessa’s fire, her curves, her bombshell presence. Evelyn’s appeal was dangerous in a different way, the illusion of purity. Innocence.

“Please, come in.” Evelyn entered and quickly found Amelia with her eyes, “dear Amelia, I’m Evelyn Sterling, Your grandmother and I have been friends for a long time as Amelia stood up, she felt a mix of curiosity and apprehension. "Hello, Mrs. Sterling It's a pleasure to meet you, Evelyn gave a kind smile,Please call me Evelyn I’m here to discuss an important matter with you concerning the conversation you had with your grandmother, Amelia nodded and looked to her parents for help, Helen and Robert gave her smiles of encouragement

She had simply known enough to believe ordinary mail was unsafe. Leah’s hand moved unconsciously toward the pocket where Patricia’s card still rested. She stopped herself halfway. Daniel saw. He did not comment. Instead, he spoke to Elaine. “What public contacts can we find around Evelyn?” Elaine opened her notes. “Music teacher. Recital accompanist. Possible school counselor. Donor host. Transportation contact through Wilmere Trust. A youth legal-aid program listed in the same community arts notice, though not directly tied to Evelyn yet.”