Evelyn Payne Novels & Stories

“We have plans. But you two go. Celebrate.” Serena looked relieved. “Are you sure?” “Positive. Go be eighteen.” Before we left, I went to the restroom. On my way back, I passed a woman standing in front of Serena’s sculpture. She wasn’t a parent. She was older, dressed in severe Issey Miyake pleats, holding a notepad. I recognized her. Evelyn Vance. One of the toughest critics for The New York Times. I froze. If she hated it… if she wrote something scathing… it would crush Serena.

“I’m not the first to be silenced, and I might not be the last. But I stand here today not to speak ill of anyone. I’m here to prove that a woman who’s been broken can still rise—without stepping on others to do it.” In the back of the hall, Selena clenched her fists. Some cameras were starting to turn in her direction. She knew she couldn’t stay hidden for long. Evelyn continued. “I stayed silent when I was being torn apart. But today, I speak—not for revenge, but to pave a way so that others won’t have to go through the same.” Applause broke out again—this time louder, accompanied by a chorus of media praise. --- During the intermission, Evelyn descended the stage and headed backstage. But

"You're not in any position to make demands, Jason. You came to me with this request, I could easily just go to Sin and report you. So, you'll have to play by my rules." Jason hesitated for a moment before sighing. "Fine. But I want your word that you won't hurt Mae." Evelyn leaned forward. "I give you my word, I won't hurt her as long as she doesn't provoke me to." "Now, all I need you to do is keep her occupied at work," Evelyn added and got a surprised look from Jason. "Work?" Jason asked. "What work?" "I went to Hayes Tech today and found her in Sin's office. She is now his assistant," Evelyn said gritting her teeth. She had not been pleased by it one bit, especially when Sin went furthe

Evelyn sat down and dripped down her face because she felt she would have been the one having that moment with her husband but that happy journey was cut short by her mom, her dad and Brianna and now she has to borrow Marylyn’s body to be with her husband. She didn’t entered into Marylyn she wanted her to enjoy her moment with Manuel but she couldn’t sit and watch them having sex and she disappears back to the hospital walking around only for she to see a woman crying and she stood staring at the woman and the woman stood up and walks to her and she says to her “ Can you see me? The woman asks in tears and Evelyn looks around because as far as she knows no one has seen her since her death. “

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. “I tried to hold him! I called for help! No one came! And he—,” her body quaked with pained sobs, “he wouldn’t hold onto me! He

On the screen, it was raining, and Evelyn could be seen skulking outside the piano room window, phone raised as she greedily captured every moment of a young woman performing on the piano within. With a piercing gaze and a voice of iron, I spoke with unshakeable conviction. "Evelyn, to maintain your flawless 'genius' image, you secretly recorded an impoverished music student's original composition and then claimed it as your own. You told everyone it was the result of three grueling months of your own blood, sweat, and tears!

--It’s Evelyn. What is going on?

Evan was keen on listening to his sister sing and I bet Ren would fall in love with her instantly. “Need help?” Laoise’s voice startled me. I was keenly listening to Aoibhe, wondering if she’d want to become a recording artist, for she got a damn wonderful voice. “Uhm,” I shook my head. “Almost done.” I smiled, setting the last set of silverware into the drawer after drying them.

“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 was in the car smiling, she knew what she had done would provoke Zarek and she did that on purpose. She picked up her phone then dialed a number. “Thanks for today, I am going to have my driver drop some cash for you, and make sure this goes viral. Keep reminding the people and make sure you create an account for me for support. I also need you to do everything to make sure you paint Selene badly.” Evelyn said, her voice low and calm.