Evelyn Todd Novels & Stories

Her handbag was Chanel, and she was wearing a Louis Vuitton watch. Everything about her spoke of affluence. She must be Mr. Gregory's daughter. Mr. Gregory was a white-haired old man looking around seventy-five. He was a great man who had seen a lot in his lifetime. Mr. Gregory was cheerful when he saw me. "Devon, I am so happy you decided to see this old man. Come, let me introduce you to my granddaughter, her name is Evelyn. She is a very successful lady. At twenty-four, she was already one of the most famous designers in the country. Everything she has, she earned by herself."

I shook my head and thought, 'I have now become a piece of commodity used for trading between the two Kings. "Kane, you can't do that. Though She was my mate, but I rejected her. We have so many more maidens aside from her, so you can ask for anything or anyone better. If you desire a mate, I can bring all the virgins for you to pick from. But Evelyn is not suitable for you! She cannot be the focal point of this peace agreement!"

He asked them to come on stage so that all the people who were present could see them. Evelyn was dressed in a black designer full dress that outlined her body, showing her beautiful figure with a thin waist line. Her hair was braided and she had a light make up. She was wearing a pair of black high heels and had a black handbag. She put on a pair of silver ear rings and a matching necklace. On her wrist she had a watch that Tom bought for her at the beginning of their relationship.

“My goodness, you scared the life out of me!” Aunt Caroline was a short and plump woman in her mid-forties. Her hair was always dyed blonde because she took after her idol Madonna. She kept her face hidden with all the cosmetics she covered it. The only time she was seen without her make-up was when she applied facial mask. “Aunt Caroline? What’s got you all fired up?” Yet inside Ellaine’s head she was still thinking about the empty town and the huge tree. “You were having a bad dream!”

"Mr. Ares, this is an invitation to the Charity Gala tonight," said Evelyn, Ares' secretary at the office. For some people, Evelyn was a plain-looking woman with average features, wearing round glasses with thick lenses due to her -3 eyesight. However, her work was highly effective and systematic.

she said. Isabella left. Zara looked at Evelyn. Evelyn was already on the next page of the file. "She's wierd. Who sent her?" Zara said. "Nobody sent her," Evelyn said. "She came herself. She's a grown woman." "Right," she said. "Back to Cannes." The next thirty minutes were productive. The Cannes brief was taking shape, they had a very long time to prepare even. Evelyn just liked her things, arranged and predone

**Evelyn** Just like Killian said, some maids had come into the room with a rack of clothes and a makeup artist accompanying them. I glared at them as they set up their things and began racking through dresses for me. I wasn't one that liked being controlled. And I sure as fuck did not like compromising. Killian was stepping on all ten of my toes and he knew it. I released a deep breath as my phone vibrated in my pocket and I picked it up to see another email from the anonymous person.

VIP visitor list of the most first class men and ladies on the east coast. “You see fine,” Isadora told Toni, as her sister proceeded to complain with her luxurious outfit. “You’re lovely.” The prepare of her skirt might have been a small as well much, but her sister didn’t require to listen that. “Hey, isn’t that Emily Foundation, the on-screen character? I cherished her in Don’t Come Thumping Twice.” “Who?” Evelyn inquired, not sharing Toni’s partiality for A-listers. Imagining to see at the on-screen character, Isadora checked the swarm for Sawyer,pausing at each silver head her look passed.

Scarlett I entered a beautiful, warmly lit room with a polished, four-sitter, premium-crafted wooden dining table. The type my father had. The wood shined, and it was beautiful. The dining room was a bit ostentatious, but the alpha was rich, so he had money to spare. I was given a place to sit, I was the only one there, and I felt a bit weird. The beige dinner gown I wore was the only reason I didn't feel out of place. Who would have thought a random man I stopped on the highway would lead me here?

Evelyn agreed. “And I need my neck pillow and my soft throw,” she told the man, and he quickly complied, making her comfortable. “May I bring you some sweet tea, My Lady?” Lorene, the Head Maid asked. Lorene was actually Maureen’s twin sister. She and her husband Del, the Head groundskeeper, had been with them since Brayden was born. The two loved Evelyn as well but were very close to Brayden.