Evie Character Descendants Novels & Stories

Damn, he'd been turned-on by older women before, but never one who was one hundred and nineteen. It took another hour of internet digging before he'd pieced together a rough outline of Evie's life. She'd been born here in Charleston to a wealthy family of French descent, the youngest of four children, and had become engaged in 1910 to a French businessman. Sam guessed that the start of the war in Europe had curtailed their marriage - maybe her fiancé had been killed, maybe he'd just gotten caught up in the fighting, but there was no notice of his death in any records Sam could find. Evie's death though - he finally found a more detailed accounting of that in a local guide to haunted houses.

Maybe if he had been more than a coward then the outcome will be a bit different. He was going to just remain by her side as a friend and watch out for her. Maybe this wasn’t meant to be. He was happy to see that she was happy and doing okay. After the last class for the day the students were cheering happily and they all left the classroom with their satchels. Evie was seventeen and came from a middle-class family, both of her parents were primary school teachers and very loving and caring. Evie was the second child and the only girl in the family.

"Damon, I found her!'' Samuel yelled even before he opened the door and showed me his face. "Where the fuck is she?!" I yelled instantly, already picking up the car keys even as I asked the questions. "Her grandfather's," Samuel told me. He gave me the name of her grandfather and my mouth was left wide open. "That is the Alpha King!" I exclaimed. "Exactly!" Samuel answered, rolling his eyes. That had to mean just one thing - Evie was not a human as we all assumed.

Only people like Evie were worthy because she was also an heiress from a wealthy family with their own family business. When Alice found out that I had given birth to a daughter instead of a son, she treated me even worse and kept cursing at us both in private. However, I would always defend my daughter and me and shoot back at her, so things were pretty tense between us.

"Have you decided on your Beta and Gamma?" Eva knew that although she had been adopted by the Beta family she had no right to the title since A. She wasn't their biological daughter and B. She was a Vampire. Alana stopped walking and stared at Eva in a weird way. "What are you talking about? Uncle Antonio will pass on the Beta title to you since you are his daughter." "I am not his biological daughter, I don't have a claim to the title especially since I'm a vampire," Eva mumbled. "What on earth is that supposed to mean? Eva, Uncle Antonio loves you like if you were his own child. Why does your race matter? I know for a fact that Uncle will name you as his successor"

Advisor Gus had said that I was special, that I possessed unique abilities that passed down from generations to generation in my bloodline. But I'm afraid that I possess nothing significant. Even after I totally severed my bond with Kyran and broke the seal placed on me, I still haven't been able to exact my true potentials. Evie walked over to my side, picked up a scroll and glanced through it. I exhaled and fell back on the rocking chair. It rotated under my weight. I let it. “I think it would take time,” Evie said, when I turned to face her. She was dressed in a simple grey pant, and white top with a grey denim Jacket.

“But here’s the interesting part, she refused to drop her family’s name. Their sons were still recorded as Lucian and Liam Lockwood. That means the bloodline didn’t fade out with her.” Her tone shifted, becoming more urgent, “And guess what I found about Lucian…” My heart skipped a beat. “What?” “Lucian and Liam Lockwood were hunters just like their mother, but the line that ties directly to your mother comes from Lucian. Each generation after him carried only a single heir… until now.” Vanya’s jaw tightened as she looked at me. “Which makes you, Earis… a direct descendant of Elena Lockwood,” I had barely swallowed that information before her phone rang. She grabbed it immediately, smiling.

That day, I told my grandmother firmly, "After the exam, I will change my family name to yours. It's not that she doesn't want me, but I am choosing to leave this toxic family behind forever." I chose the name Evie Coffey, wanting to embrace peace and contentment rather than lofty ambitions. On the day I returned to the country, my grandmother hesitated, considering whether to tell Renee. I flatly refused, "She abandoned me when I was at my lowest. Why should she get to share in my successes now? Vynucrown isn't huge. Maybe we'll run into each other someday." I had thought that if she let go of her repulsive demeanor, we might bury the hatchet. But people wouldn't change.

She could do that back home but usually, she was busy with work so she was distracted. “How did you get hired in the Devine household?” “Actually I used to be a baron’s daughter” Evy has heard that some of the servants that served them were also members of a few lower-ranked households, so it didn’t come as a surprise when she learned Holly was one of them.

Christmas-themed. Fine. They looked cute. "The twins." "So cute. Right?" Evie smiled big again. "Yeah. Healthy babies," I tried to say as enthusiastically as I could. We knew the Fonaciers through Evonne's family, the Jablonskys. A second-generation Ashkenazic clan. They had ties to American politicians, some tech billionaires in Silicon Valley, and a handful of Wall Street folks. The hedge fund crowd. "Adorable little angels," she droned on, almost hugging the tablet to her chest. When I only stared back, her lips curved into a mild frown. "Oh. Forgot to tell you." Her face turned serious. "I said yes."