Evelyn Todd Novels & Stories

The penthouse atop the Blackwood Tower was a monument to glass, steel, and a chilling lack of warmth. To the owners, Evelyn and her husband Elias, the space was a reflection of their status. To Elena, the woman who polished the silver and ironed the Egyptian cotton, it was a stage.

When Aurora arrived at the TV station, Evelyn sat in the makeup room, bored out of her mind and scrolling through her phone. She didn't look worried at all. Seeing Aurora soaked from the rain, Evelyn grinned and said, "Well, well, if it isn't the heiress of the Pendletons. What's got you running errands?" Evelyn's assistant chimed in, sucking up as usual, "Heiress of the Pendletons? There's only you, the eldest, and the youngest, Sophia. This one doesn't look like a rich young lady at all."

“Ellie?” There was no mistaking her. Eleonor Cassidy Astor. Evan’s sister.

Naturally, the girls who were hovering around her were fellow heiresses who were keen to get in her good graces and build a connection with Nolan Enterprise. Lynette Zorn—a good friend of Evelyn's—studied her from head to toe and clicked her tongue, impressed. "Oh, you've slimmed down again in just a few days, Evelyn. Your waist is just so slender! How did you do that?"

Lucille lowered her voice and said, "Okay. Got it." Meanwhile, Evelyn was about to go to the main wing. As soon as she reached the entrance, Alfred stopped her. "Mrs. Vonridge, Mr. President is entertaining an important guest." Evelyn knew exactly what he meant. In the past, he would always stop her whenever she came. "Alfred, I know an important guest came to visit Alexander, so I purposely had someone to prepare supper. Here it is." Evelyn smiled gently while maintaining her elegance and politeness. She was the daughter of the Sterling family and was raised to be a socialite since childhood. She was the most famous socialite in Arcania. After marrying into the presidential palace, she'd ev

After all, what we don't know, can't hurt us. Now more about me, I am a Witch through my bloodline. I am a descendant of Elizabeth Howe, who was hanged as a Witch on the 19th of July 1692 during the Salem Witch Trials. The sad part about it is she was a Witch, but a White Witch who just wanted to live happily raising her six children.

She walked in with her mother I assumed. She looked young and shy. Her skin was fair and her lips were pink. Her long blond and brown hair was pulled into a loose bun. Her eyelids fluttered as she only made contact with the ground. Preventing me from seeing the color of her eyes. She wore a simple colored dress and soft pink flats. She was thin and tall with a full set of breasts. She walked in with the wind and caught my attention.

She said and gave Evelyn a sweet smile. Evelyn Forrester. Her ex-best friend from high school who randomly decided one day that Elizabeth would be her rival in everything. Elizabeth was still not sure how they became friends, as they have nothing in common except being heirs from affluent households. Where Elizabeth loved fashion and was hardworking and independent, Evelyn was just a socialite who lived off her parent’s wealth.

She looked like Zara but she had a mole just below her right eyebrow. The Fords had four children. Whilst the twins were more vocal, their last born, Evelyn, was more introverted even though she was a famous actress and the reason the Fords joined the film industry. Evelyn sat next to Oliver and ate quietly. She did give him a glance and a small smile of encouragement. "You're all so noisy, this is why I prefer eating with Dad and Evelyn," Oliver remarked, scooping up some scrambled eggs and placing them on Evelyn's plate, knowing she was feeling too shy to ask.

Those who tried to tarnish her reputation were now questioning their beliefs. They all knew deep down that she was right. She was Evangeline Carter. Her name alone carried enough weight to silence doubters, and her commanding presence solidified it further. It was one thing to wear an exquisite dress, but to exude the grace and confidence that made it come alive was a rare trait. Eva needed no man's wealth or validation to define her. From the moment she was born, her legacy and the fortune tied to it were more than enough to secure a life of endless possibilities.