Evie Evil Mga Nobela at Kwento

“I— I mean no disrespect.” “You badmouthed, my daughter!” “Wait, father!” Evy went to step up between them at the first sight of danger. His hands were clenched at his sides, the eyes she saw that killed Lord Rose in cold blood were back. His aura running eerie had Santina was gripping her staff in fear. The air around them was tense. Evy wanted to diffuse the misunderstanding. “I asked. She wasn’t badmouthing me. I was curious how the public see me. She didn’t do anything wrong.”

I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding as Evie and I got out of the car, and I have no idea why. “You, okay, Natie?” ‘Of course, she heard me.’ I turned to look at her, and she gave me a warm smile. I nodded and started walking alongside her. “By the way, Natie, you look hot!” Evie exclaimed. She did, too, with her sexy self. Evie was a beauty. She had medium-chocolate wavy hair, light-brown eyes with long, thick eyelashes, and pink, pillowy lips. Her beautiful light medium skin was always glowing, and those long sexy legs made her look slim. She was 5’7, only a few inches taller than me.

As expected, even when given another chance at life, Sia could only resort to her despicable tricks. When we shared a dorm in my previous life, she loved video calling Joel right inside the room. He was a playboy with plenty of fetishes, and to entertain him, she often took lewd photos of us after showers when we were barely dressed. She would mostly do that to me. The worst was when she deliberately video-called Joel as I was changing. She yanked my curtain open and pointed the camera at me. I slapped her phone to the ground and screamed at her, then stormed out of the dorm that very night.

She screamed, clutching the wound, her face twisted with pain and rage. "You should have aimed for my head," she gasped. "I'm not a killer like you." I ran to Evie, dropping to my knees beside her, fumbling with the zip ties that bound her wrists. "It's okay," I murmured, working to free her hands. "It's over. You're safe now." But when I looked into her eyes, I realized nothing was okay. The light that had always burned so bright in Evie—her curiosity, her determination, her unshakeable faith in doing what was right—it was gone. Dimmed to almost nothing.

"Run! Evie's voice cut through the anarchy, but I stopped as I turned to see her. Not behind me, she was standing there confronting the thing that had us caught in the clearing. Her hand reached out, her face set in terrible resolve. Evie—!: I started to yell, but she interrupted with one word. Back off. Her eyes, those wide, fearful eyes, betrayed her even if the words came out like a directive. I saw the struggle in them. Her body was stiff, coiled like a spring ready for anything. But, what? I waited not for her to finish. I shot toward her, but a blast of air tore over the meadow and the creature—no, the thing—lung forward. Its claws tore over the earth like a dream realized. I grabbed h

Wolves gathered in a wide circle under the pale wash of moonlight—warriors, elders, ranked members standing tall and proud. And then there was her. Standing at the edge. Alone. “Try not to trip over yourself tonight,” Damon called lazily from across the clearing, his voice smooth with mockery. “Wouldn’t want you embarrassing the pack more than usual.” A ripple of chuckles spread through the crowd. Evie swallowed, forcing her shoulders back even as heat burned behind her eyes. Don’t react. Don’t give them what they want. She lifted her chin just slightly. That was all it took.

“We are not moving in immediately. I’m here to prepare this place to be suitable for my people, so you have give or take a year.” “That still doesn’t change anything. I can’t—people have roots here. Businesses. Families. I can’t order an evacuation for no reason.” I smile. It’s not a friendly kind. “You can say there’s a natural disaster coming. That should do it.” His knees go weak enough that he steadies himself on the desk. “You can’t be serious.” “I’m dead serious. You do not get on my wrong side.” Only a few humans in positions of authority know about the existence of shifters, and anybody who doesn’t obey us or threatens to expose our secrets are immediately put down.

Rio was a sorceress, the hammer, her wand. "Come on! Hit me like you mean it!" Evie demanded, swinging her cutlass hard enough to strike a few sparks. Her face was flushed from the exertion, but she didn't want to stop any time soon. Her small frame dodged my attacks, doing a cute little spin before she lunged with fervor. With a chuckle, I ducked under her attack, grasping her arm gently and drawing her close to my body. Her lips parted as I held out her dominant arm, disarming her.

Evie started peppering me with what felt like a million questions. “Yes, she is very pretty,” I admitted smiling softly, thinking back to how good she looked in that retro skirt and blouse. My smile faded when I thought of the rest of my sister’s questions. “She’s the human executive assistant to Delta Silvercloud.” I sighed as my family gasped at this news. “Another human in the pack!?” Dad blinked. “She must be something special for the Goddess to bring her into our world.” Mom nodded. “Is she like Beta Sarael?” Evie asked.

This was real life, no matter how bitter and painful it was to the ears, evil won most times, and only a fraction of the times, does good prevail and sadly Liam was not among the fraction of the good that prevailed. Evie didn't know what she would tell Kate who was still waiting expectantly for him to come in; she could imagine the look of pain in her eyes when she finally told her, he was dead. She gulped, taking out a hankie; she wiped her eyes thoroughly, not leaving any hint of tears on it. Breathing in severally, she turned to the room with a bright smile.