Evelyn Novels & Stories

Her ginger hair seemed out of place for her green eyes. Evelyn Torres. The Obnoxiously flirty, but only when it benefitted her. If Ellie was a queen, Evelyn was her self-appointed lady-in-waiting, always hyping her up. She was the shortest in the group and her lips were plump. Probably from talking too much.

"Evelyn, as in Evelyn White? The CEO of Eva's and Co.? The beautiful, sexy, hot and smart Evelyn White? Your Evelyn White?" I rolled my eyes again at his stupid description. "No. Evelyn Parker. Evelyn Morrison. Evelyn Pristley. How many other Evelyns do you know about? Of course, the same Evelyn. White, you shithead!" I scowled at him to which he raised his hands in surrender.

“I’ll call you once I’m off.” I nodded and turned to walk away. “Do you mind if I walk you down? Just until you get a cab,” the guy asked behind me. “If you want to,” I said, not bothering to look back. We walked down the quiet street together. The city felt different at night still and quiet. “I’m Ian,” he said. “I’m Evelyn. But everyone calls me Eve,” I answered flatly. “Nice. You’re new around here?” “Obviously,” I muttered, not wanting to give too much information.

“These are perfect. I give it a pass.” Evelyn spoke while leafing through the interior designs of the hotel. They were apt and flawless. Contended, Evelyn then turned to Grace, Theodore’s assistant, and snuck a glance at Dylan who was already staring at her, smiling like a love-struck fool.

” Evelyn happily says. Evelyn was born to a wealthy family, her mother was from a very wealthy family but she got married to her father who was just an ordinary office worker. She does not know her mother’s family as they disowned her after marrying someone that was not their choice. Evelyn’s mother died when she was just 7 years old from a mysterious sickness.

Adrian called his secretary, Michael, and asked her to investigate who had conducted the interview with Evelyn and what led to the decision not to hire her. Michael, being a trusted and loyal member of the team, swiftly delved into the matter. After a thorough investigation, she discovered that Natalie, a senior executive at Lincoln Designs, was the one who had interviewed Evelyn. He found some irregularities in Natalie's feedback, indicating personal bias rather than a fair assessment of Evelyn's qualifications.

How many lifetimes of bad luck did I need to end up with such a mess? After venting, Evelyn collapsed onto the couch, exhausted. But the matter at hand still needed to be resolved. She took a deep breath and ordered the butler to find Lucy's contact details. Soon, she received a phone number. Evelyn drew in a deep breath and dialed… "Hello? Who is this?" Lucy sounded irritated, still frustrated that after posting so many videos, there wasn't any significant response. "Mrs. York, this is Evelyn Stewart," Evelyn introduced herself.

Nina straightened the sleeve of my fitted jacket while Evelyn fussed over smaller details, smoothing the fabric near my shoulders and adjusting the silver clasp at my collar. Evelyn was one of the Eastern Pack's most trusted officers and one of Lucien's fiercest supporters. Beautiful, intelligent, and utterly fearless, she possessed a sharp tongue that had gotten her into trouble more than once, though never enough to diminish her standing. Her chestnut hair was pulled into an elegant braid, and her amber eyes gleamed with amusement as she stepped back to inspect me. Then she gasped dramatically. "Oh, Moon Goddess." I immediatel

“I missed a piece of chili when I was checking her plate. That’s on me. I’ll be more careful next time.” By now, Nina wasn’t even surprised by how much the Taylor men doted on their wives. But the name Mrs. Taylor Sr. had just used caught her attention immediately. Evelyn. Nina froze. She had seen that name on Leo’s phone more than once. She slowly turned toward him. “Wait. Your mom’s name is Evelyn?” Leo looked at her, clearly confused by the question. “Yeah. Evelyn Jones. Why?” Nina wanted to disappear. So Evelyn really was his mother.

She pulled out the chair across from Monica and sat down with graceful posture. Monica watched every move Evelyn made. Her eyes were filled with fear. "I don't know who you are," Monica spat out, her lower lip trembling slightly despite her hard stare. “Is this a game? Did Chloe send you to make sure I keep my mouth shut?" Evelyn did not flinch from the hostility in Monica’s voice. She placed her hands against the tablecloth. "No one sent me," Evelyn said, "And I didn't invite you here to make you keep your mouth shut. My name is Evelyn."