Evelyn Waugh Novel Novels & Stories

“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.

Evelyn As the sunlight filtered through the curtains, dancing with the breeze that gently stirred them, I found myself lost in a battle of distractions. With each crunch of a chip, I attempted to drown out the relentless thoughts of that infuriating man, burying myself in the pages of a book. Yet, even the storyline of my chosen novel failed to captivate me, paling in comparison to the chaotic drama of my own fucking life—a tragic fucked-up movie that audiences would devour when the characters would go through shit, feel like shit and maybe even look like shit!

Where Elizabeth loved fashion and was hardworking and independent, Evelyn was just a socialite who lived off her parent’s wealth. “Here to steal August Dereon’s heart?” Evelyn sneered and threw her head back in a cackle. “Good luck with that, sweety. Rumour has it he prefers blonde, outgoing girls. So, don’t even bother.” She said and looked Elizabeth up and down with a smirk forming on her face. Elizabeth stared at her. “No, I’m not.” She starts, “I’m here getting inspiration for my new line. Looking at all these beautiful people and the architecture of Dereon Hall, I’m already brimming with ideas., not that you would understand.” She said with a sweet smile and hating the fact that Evelyn