Evelyn Payne Novels & Stories

Small warm light filling the room. Evelyn looked down at her arms. The markings were gone. Every single one. The dark lines that had spread across her skin over months of the house claiming her. Gone. Her skin just her skin again. Ordinary and unmarked and completely hers. She looked at the mirror across the room. Her eyes were dark. No silver. No ancient light burning behind them. Just her. Just Evelyn Harper. Thirty two years old. Former archivist. Divorced. Standing in a house on a hill that didn't own her anymore.

Dane swore under his breath, " I don't have time for this!" "Here, let me help you," a woman's voice offered. Dane looked up to see a tall redhead wearing an employee badge over her Burgundy, draped, mock neck, midi sheath dress. The badge read, BAU Special Agent, Sarai Panjuttha. Immediately, Dane noticed her height. She was very tall for a woman, standing at least five feet ten inches. She was slender; almost too thin. Her smile was warm; genuine. She was definitely in a class above his Wednesday pick- me-ups. This woman exuded grace. She was elegant; poised; stunning.

Was this not what she asked Rain to do earlier? Rain did not do it, but now she had to. At the thought of her reputation, Evelyn shook her head like a rattle. “I-in your dreams! I…” “Are you making me repeat myself?” Kiran interrupted her ruthlessly. Every nerve on Evelyn’s body seemed frozen, as if the Grim Reaper had just paid her a visit. “Ms. Quinn, do as he says,” Onyx urged her with a pale face as he kneeled on the ground. Evelyn was the daughter of the respected Quinn Family. Although she was wild, she was not the type of woman to stoop to doing such performances, especially not stripping and pole dancing. Her eyebrows knitted together in anger as she said angrily, “Shut up! You…”

My nails dug into my palm. “Yes.” The line went quiet for a very long time. So long that I almost thought the call had dropped. Then I heard the faintest, most broken sob. Evelyn did not cry loudly. But that muffled grief caught in her throat hurt more than any wail could have. “How far along?” “Seven weeks.” Silence again. Then Evelyn’s voice changed. It was no longer the voice of a kind old woman. It was the voice of Evelyn Grant, the woman who had built enough power in one lifetime to make an entire boardroom lower its eyes.

said Mason. When I looked up in front of myself, I saw a strawberry blonde girl with red puffy eyes, looking harder to recognise her, I found myself looking at my reflection in the mirror. " Do you know who she is? She's Evelyn Williams, whom I met four ago when she was at her worst. She had lost everything she lived for, at a very young age. And I think this girl has suffered enough in her life and now she just deserves the best." He said as I immediately turned around and buried my face in his chest.

Damien pov The morning sun filtered through the tall windows of the Montgomery estate, casting a golden hue over the manicured gardens. I stood on the balcony, my gaze fixed on the figure below. Evelyn was in the garden, her hands gently tending to the roses, her movements deliberate yet distant. I watched as she paused, her shoulders slumping slightly, a silent sigh escaping her lips. The weight of recent events was evident in her posture. The anonymous notes, the public scrutiny, and the complexities of our arrangement were taking a toll on her.

**Evelyn** As I waited for the car, I allowed the adrenaline coursing through me to settle. The street was eerily quiet, a stark contrast to the chaos that had just unfolded inside. My gloved hands flexed at my sides as I replayed the exchange in my head, analyzing every detail. Killian wanted me to prove myself, and I planned to exceed his expectations. But this wasn’t just about him—it was about reclaiming the power I’d always known I was destined for. It was about getting revenge. It was about proving father wrong.

“Oh. Are those yours?” “Harper, this is Evelyn Hart,” Grace said, something like pride creeping into her voice. “The designer I mentioned.” Harper Stone crossed the room before I could process I was standing three feet from an actress I’d watched in a dozen films, plucking a sketch from my bag with the casual entitlement of someone used to taking what caught her interest.

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 !

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.”