Evelyn Payne Novels & Stories

m. Evelyn was standing at the main gate. Her sparkling eyes were fixed at the end of the road waiting patiently for her Angels. She was dressed up elegantly in a pink blouse and a navy-blue pencil skirt. She was wearing black heels and had tied her hair in a ponytail. She was looking too beautiful and cute at the same time. "What are you doing here?" Evelyn jumped in spot as a raspy voice grabbed her attention. She turned around and saw Dylan. He was staring her with a questionable look on his face.

"Paisley is such a bitch for plotting against me. We can't let this matter rest like this." "Miss Gurney, just tell me if you need any help. I will try my very best to help you if it's within my means." Angel was all alone now, so how could she possibly help Evelyn? It was clear that she was just boasting. Evelyn laughed coldly. "I'll save some of your dignity since you've already said so. I don't need you to help me with anything else, but I just need a favour. I want you to ask Paisley out, so l can set up my scheme to deal with her!"

She was about to say something but stopped when we heard the familiar voice. "Hey beautifuls....." i turned around and saw Evelyn walking towards us. She had a smile on her face. She sat right in front of me. "You haven't ordered anything?" She asks "We were waiting for you" Amelia replied. "Oh god !! Order something i am starving " she said. Evelyn is in her formal clothes. She is wearing white striped shirt and black trousers and a blazer on it.

Give them ten minutes on the highway, and this trip would turn into a battle zone. Evelyn, Pamela’s eldest at twenty-one, sat on the left. Her long dark hair fell over her shoulder, nearly brushing the window she was staring out of with practiced indifference. Those sharp green eyes were so much like her late father’s it was almost unnerving intelligent, guarded, always calculating.

“Have you two decided what you’d like to order?” Evelyn closed her menu and crossed her legs as she picked up her martini. She took a sip as she looked up at me. Even though I wasn’t looking at her, I swear I could feel her eyes narrow. “You’re Laina Harris, aren’t you?” I slid my pen through the metal rings at the top of the notepad. “Yes.”

He only had little time left and he couldn't risk his position for anything. Olivia started at herself in the floor length mirror. She looked good to say the least. He full black hair was pinned in a high ponytail and the blue dress she had on made her eyes pop out. The only thing on her face was lipgloss as her sister had refused to help her with her makeup. Olivia didn't mind. She felt suffocated by it anyway. A soft knock came and Gwen, their new made peeped in. " Mr Payne has arrived, Olivia." The woman said. Olivia nodded.

Evelyn let the subject drop, though the small, knowing smile that settled over her face suggested she considered the conversation far from finished. She waited until Ethan had stepped out to speak with the doctor before turning to the young nurse checking her chart, her voice quiet, almost idle, though the question carried more weight than its casual delivery suggested. "That young woman who helped me yesterday," Evelyn said. "Layla Bennett, I believe her name was. Do you think it might be possible to learn a little more about her?" The nurse looked up, mildly confused by the request, and Evelyn simply smiled, the same patient, deliberate smile she'd worn for decades whenever she'd already d

For the first time in thirty-four years, Julian felt like he was the one holding the leash. The night before the keynote, the house on Maruw Street felt like a breath held too long. Evelyn sat at the piano in the front room, the overhead lights turned off, the only illumination coming from the pale, silver moonlight that cut through the tall windows and lay across the ivory keys like salt. She was playing the same minor-key progression she’d started in the freezing dark of the Oakhaven safehouse three and a half years ago, when her body was broken and her blood was full of Vael’s chemicals.

I am alone? "who did Evelyn sell Danielle to please😭"

Evelyn I sat on my bed and dialed the number Theo had given me weeks ago. It rang three times before a gruff voice answered. “Pemberton.” “Mr. Pemberton, my name is Evelyn Cole. Theo Hart gave me your number. I need someone found.” “Alright. Who?” “A woman named Harper Piers and her daughter Isabella. They lived at 847 Maplewood Avenue, apartment 4C, but they disappeared about a week ago. Completely. No forwarding address.”