Evicted Novels & Stories

Just a slow, smug smile as he leaned against his sleek black car. I froze. He lifted his hand… and waved. Then he got in the car. And drove away. “No,” I whispered. “No, no, no, no…” There and then, everything clicked at once, like a slap to my soul. Earlier today. The bank. Him. Alive. “You’re evicting me?” I blinked at the bank manager. I was forced to go to the bank today after getting an eviction notice from them, trying to see if I could get an extension just like the last time.

"Eva, what did you delete?" Eva calmly took back the phone and pressed her fingerprint on the screen. The screen flashed a single message. "Identity deactivation successful." "My old account was hacked. I had to shut it down," she answered smoothly, a faint smile on her lips. Leo studied her for a moment, then wrapped his arms around her. "Guess what I brought back for you?" She answered flatly, "Strawberry cupcake from Wendover Street." Leo paused. "How did you know?"

“You were meant to replace me. Not yet, but eventually.” Her heart hammered. “I won’t finish your martyrdom.” Alarms blared again overhead. Adrian cursed. “Outer seals collapsing-forty minutes.” Elias exhaled-a sound between sigh and static. “Go, Evy. The firewalls will hold until they register your evacuation. After that, only system memory remains.” She pressed her palm against the glass, breath fogging a faint outline between them. “I wanted to hate you forever. You took that from me too.”

She rushed over and yanked the quilt out of my arms. "No! You can't leave!" she exclaimed. "Why not? Does she owe you money or something?" asked my new roommate, Serena Zander. She was a nice girl with her hair in a high ponytail. Sia was flushed red, but she could not explain herself. She scowled and blocked the exit in the end, she said, "No, that's not it… I don't care. You're not allowed to leave!" Serena did not understand, but I knew exactly what Sia was thinking.

I noticed I was filled with adrenaline because of how many words I spoke and the lack of the pain I felt not a few moments ago. "Yes, we're getting out of here." She grinned with a sneer again and led us through a set of doors from the hallway. Around us was a series of hallways but there was indeed a stairwell seen to the left with an emergency exit peeking through the window of the entrance. We fled into the stairwell and Hope pushed on the handle of the emergency exit and tried to open the door. It didn't budge and a blazing alarm went off.

I point at the bed, but he ignores my gesture and looms over me. “Mal. Start from the beginning. What exactly did they say?” “That we have to be out by midnight. What are we going to do?” I can barely make the words out through her tears. “I don’t understand. The eviction notice said end of the year. How can they kick us out tonight?”

Izzys POV It feels like I had just closed my eyes when they snapped open to the boom of Alpha Simon, Nick’s father, through the mind link. ‘INTRUDERS’ He bellows. My heart nearly stops in my chest, and Nick and myself both fly out of the bed at the same time. Nick tries to tell me to stay, I refuse. This is my pack as much as it is his now and I was not about to let my people die. Only when he steps out of the door, blocking my path, he hits a button on his keys. There is a loud groan making me look around. I realize my mistake was looking. There were roller shutters rolling down at a record speed.

the man tells her. Eva is so enraged that she turns her back and gets into the taxi that speeds away from the house. She can't believe she was evicted from that house by her husband. And now what is she going to do? Of course, it says that you will only be able to use a low balance of the cards that go to you at breakfast. She can go to Oswaldo's house, but now it is not convenient for him; Santiago has already found out that he is not on the cruise.

Adrian’s POV. My alarm went off at 5:30 a.m., cutting cleanly through the silence, but I didn’t move immediately. I lay there staring at the ceiling, letting it run for a few seconds longer than necessary, because getting up meant stepping into something that had already been decided for me. The eviction notice hadn’t left my mind overnight; it had settled somewhere behind my ribs, heavy and unmoving, like it had found a permanent place there. By tonight, the version of Adrian Voss the world knew wouldn’t exist anymore. Not gradually, not in a way I could adjust to. It would end, cleanly replaced with something smaller, something easier for Magnus to manage and Dorian to step over.

I opened the door and waited until he left. The next morning I walked into Zenex for the last time. I went straight to HR, handed in my resignation, and then found Elliot in his office. “I’m not your puppet,” I said. “I quit.” He stood up so fast the chair rolled back. “Scott, don’t…” I turned and walked out before he could finish. Every step felt like tearing something open, but I kept going. That evening a lawyer stood at my door with a printed eviction notice. “Five days,” he said coldly. “Pay the full amount or you’re out.”