Evelyn Waugh Novel Novels & Stories

The man who now belonged to Elara. Evelyn’s lips curved faintly as a quiet thought crossed her mind. That situation could still change. Powerful men like Lucian Hale were still men after all... and Evelyn had spent her entire life learning how to charm, manipulate, and control people. If Elara could capture his attention once, then Evelyn could do it again… only this time the outcome would be very different. By the time the Vaughn family finally left the house, the earlier excitement had evolved into tense anticipation. The drive to the hospital was far from peaceful. Marjorie sat in the passenger seat constantly adjusting her hair with a compact mirror, asking repeatedly, “Do I look present

Evelyn picked up her phone and smiled to herself as she imagined all the naughty stuff she would do to Alex, Bianca's father. Since she already took Richard, her son to school and her husband Dean had left for work, she wore one of her craziest clothes and her red heels that one could even mistake her for a mistress. Evelyn stepped into her red car and zoomed off to one of the most richest and renowned hotels ever known, and mostly used by she and Alex sequentially

Lila said, waggling her eyebrows. Evelyn snorted. “Please. Look at me. I have paint in my hair and haven’t slept in three days.” “You’re gorgeous and you know it. Also, men like him don’t wander into Brooklyn cafés by accident.” “Maybe he likes coffee.” “Girl. He has people who get his coffee. People who have people.” Evelyn pulled the card from her pocket, turned it over in her fingers. “He said to call when I decide on a price.”

“Isn't that-” “ That little whore,” Morticia blurted out without thinking. “ Ha! I knew she was all talks when she said she was going to stand by his side. Look at her now, clinging to get another man.” Evelyn had her arm locked in Alex's and she looked around the place nervously. It screamed wealth. It was the best thing she had ever seen and nothing came close to this. “ Well, well,” At the voice, she turned her head and held the gazes of the Graham's.

Evelyn accidentally discovered something while visiting Adrian’s apartment. A notebook. Filled with observations. Pages and pages of them. About her. Evelyn likes tea but drinks coffee when stressed. Evelyn listens to music late at night. Evelyn touches her necklace when she’s nervous. Evelyn laughs when she feels uncomfortable. Her hands began to shake. Adrian walked into the room. “You read it.” Evelyn looked at him in disbelief. “You’ve been studying me.” “Observing,” he corrected. “That’s the same thing!”

(third person pov) Evelyn woke up in her own room, because of course she didn’t sleep in Damien’s. Sharing a bed with that man? She’d rather hug a cactus. She stretched lazily, slipped into her robe, and headed downstairs. By the time she reached the kitchen, the air was already alive with the sounds of clinking pans and murmuring maids. Mrs. Davies, the head maid, was giving her usual morning sermon to a nervous junior.

She pats her abdomen for emphasis. Once she closes the door to her room behind her, she finds herself pacing back and forth, desperate for something to do. She can't seem to sit for too long. Her eye catches a book she's been wanting to read. Reading hasn't exactly fit her mood lately. In one swift motion, she grabs the novel off the shelf, jumps into bed, and opens to the first chapter.