Evelyn Todd Novels & Stories

Madam Andrews says and drags her into another store before she can say anything. She starts to try different types of shoes and as soon as she says she likes one she immediately pays for it. As she was trying on the shoes, she sees her step mother enter the store. “What kind of bad luck is this?” Evelyn thinks. As soon as she sees them, she runs towards them. “Oh my god, Madam Andrews. It is pleasure to see you here. I see that you are here with my daughter.” “Madam Hawkins, it is also good to see you. I mean I had to bring Evelyn here, most of the clothes she had were old. It makes me wonder when despite being from a wealthy family; she still wears those old clothes.” Madam Andrews says col

"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.

I asked, sitting down and dropping my backpack. She brought a tray with a small tea kettle and pushed over a TV tray. There were at least half a dozen different tea bags. My eyes gazed over them until I found green tea with lemon and quickly helped myself. “I’m Evelyn, by the way. Well I have a confession to make. I truly hope it doesn’t scare you off,” she said, sitting next to me and promptly crossing her legs like a perfect lady. Her posture was perfect, her eyebrows freshly waxed. She didn’t look a day over thirty but her voice and actions were like a sixty year old.

Smith saw the moment the lady walked into the room. She really emitted aura. It was Evelyn Eldon. She walked into the company like it owed her attention. She stood tall and elegant. You could tell she had a lot of money. Evelyn carried that aura which demanded respect, she didn't need to ask for it. The cream blazer she wore fitted her body perfectly. Smith held his breath for a second because of how Evelyn looked and carried herself. For a moment a bad thought came into his mind— he wished Audrey could just be like her. The thought really got on his nerves. "No, not now." He said quietly to himself.

Some truths were too exhausting to tell. --- That evening, Adrian didn’t come home again. He’d texted that he was caught up with work. Evelyn didn’t care anymore. Instead, she immersed herself in her designs, her only escape. She was working on a new gown sketch — a piece she hoped to enter into an upcoming competition — but something about it felt incomplete. She took a picture and sent it to Isa. “This is absolutely breathtaking!” Isa gushed. “I can’t wait to wear it, Evie. It’s a masterpiece!”

Evan was immediately ruled out since he had no interest in computers whatsoever. But Kyle… "Bev, he knows Elaine." Regardless of whether Kyle had malicious intentions, Evan felt he had to be cautious. "Don't let him get close to you." Beverly's eyes widened in surprise. A barely perceptible shadow crossed Kyle's eyes as he turned to look at Evan. "Elaine was the eldest daughter of the Henderson family and a prodigy who took the world by storm over 30 years ago. Who didn't see her as a role model? So, is it really so strange that I know of her?"

The maître d' approached, smiling with the practiced calm. "Miss Evelyn? Mr. Manning asked you to stay outside with Sir Elton." "Sir Elton?" "His dog." The glass doors swung open behind her—and there he was. Mr. Manning looked perfect in a black tailored suit, phone to his ear. A confident dark-haired woman in a red dress emerged from the backseat of his gleaming black car—Cassidy Campbell. Evelyn recognized her immediately from the magazine covers on Mr. Manning's desk. The visitor from earlier at the office.

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

Evelyn didn't sleep. She spent the remaining hours of the night packing a single canvas backpack with essentials: two changes of clothes, all the cash she had saved over the last three years, and her medical prenatal vitamins. By 4:00 AM, the estate was completely silent. The heavy smell of alcohol and stale pheromones still lingered in the air from the ballroom, but the guests had finally retired to their quarters. Evelyn slipped out of the servants' wing, keeping her footsteps entirely silent as she bypassed the main courtyard.