Evie Evil Novels & Stories

the worried tone in her voice was visible. "You should be careful next time," she added. Evie frowns, "Why should I be? You asked me to drink anyways" she complains with pouting lips. "I asked you to prove yourself not kill yourself" Zoe interjects, "you should know better than taking that which is above you" she adds. "But you said I am a baby, which I'm not," Evie said almost in tears. " What act of yours now proves that you ain't a baby? Huh? You just proved me right, Evie. Take a good look at yourself, you almost choked to death for goodness sake " Zoe was offended by her actions.

“You don’t understand the kind of man Ian is. I’ve been hearing a lot of things about him lately, that he’s the type of man that… Nobody crosses, if they do, they don’t just get hurt, Eve. They disappear. They end up ruined.” Her words sent a cold shiver down my spine. Because deep down, I knew she wasn’t exaggerating. And I was already in too deep.

“You never bring me anything. Until now.” “You told me not to.” “I told you to control yourself. You kill out of hunger, not purpose. There’s a difference.” I clenched my jaw. He stepped closer. “But now… look at you. A soldier who’s finally thinking like a son.” I hated the warmth in my chest at those words. Hated that they mattered. Evie stirred. Her head turned, eyes fluttering open—black-ringed, gleaming. Beautiful and wrong. She sat up fast. Breath hitching. Confused. Hungry.

He didn’t have the strength to keep denying it. "Don’t be, you dumbass," Evie said with a light chuckle. She finally withdrew her hands and stepped back. "I’m rooting for you, Daemon. I always have been. I want you to be happy. I want to look back and know my dearest is alive again. Not just breathing, but truly alive. Anyone can breathe, but not everyone truly lives. I want you to live again."

“And because it was my idea.” The rest of the Legacies nod. Except for Evie, who looks around in shock and horror. “He’s not one of us!” her voice squeaks. “But he should be, isn’t that right, Evie,” Laz looks up from his computer to stare at her, the glare bouncing off his glasses looking menacing as he threatens her. “Should I tell them or will you?” Evie’s whole body starts to shake. She’s afraid. She’s afraid of something that Laz knows and nobody else has figured out.

Besides, what would I do living all alone? What kind of life would that be? As silence fell over Evie, I started taking steady breaths. After a few minutes of careful thought, she finally spoke up. “You’re right. I’m with you. Let’s do this. Let’s get rid of these monsters—they’ve done enough damage to our world. Daddy would be proud of you.” She must’ve been smiling because her voice sounded so bright. I gave a nod and then pressed the sharp knife against my palm, cutting the skin and letting the blood drip into the deep well.

“Home.” I leaned back against the seat, my mind replaying the scene over and over again. The way he spoke, the way the others listened, the quiet authority in everything he did. It wasn’t something you could fake. Evian had been standing beside that kind of man all this time, acting like he was nothing. That didn’t make sense. Unless she thought she could keep it that way. Unless she believed no one else would notice. I let out a quiet breath, my expression slowly shifting.

​The heavy, rhythmic thud of Damon’s retreating footsteps should have been the signal for Evie to withdraw into the safety of her suite. It should have been the end of a terrifying night. But as she stood in the center of the vast, obsidian-streaked gallery, the adrenaline that had fueled her rebellion didn't dissipate; it curdled, turning from a frantic spark into a slow-burning, righteous acid. She wasn’t a submissive wolf in his pack. She wasn’t an entry on a Rourke Industries spreadsheet. And she was certainly no longer willing to be a ghost haunting the hallways of her own life.

The client hugged Evie before walking past me, hand tight around her prize. Evie watched her go, slipping her arm around my shoulder. "I hope it doesn't frighten you, dear," she said, serene and cheerful, "but you're working for a witch." I stared up at her, lips twitching, doing my best not to laugh. Evie must have taken my expression for something else, because her face fell. She pulled me into the staff room and closed the door. "I'm sorry, Syd," she said. "I supposed I should have been more up front." She gnawed on one of her colossal fingernails, painted a glaring orange. "But I've always known I had power. Ever since I was a little girl."

Ignoring her boss's sour mood, Evie countered with a smile, "well, it's a beautiful day after the rain last night. Of course I'm happy." Or maybe her assistant was made of candy and sweets. After all, Veronica always thought the girl was created in a rainbow factory. Given her doll-like features and bubbly personality, it was possible. Evie Young was a literal kawaii doll and most of her behavior was influenced by her UwU personality. 'Next time, she'll say she saw a unicorn in her dreams,' Veronica thought solemnly, her lips turning down. "Whatever. Let's just go in." Her voice lacked enthusiasm which was quite normal. Evie smiled secretly to herself.