Evie Mischief Novels & Stories

"But don't come crying to me when you realize what you've missed out on." I felt a surge of frustration rising within me, the weight of Mia's words pressing down on me like a leaden weight. "I won't miss out on anything," I spat, my voice tinged with defiance. "Especially not with you." Mia's expression softened, a sickeningly sweet smile spreading across her face. "Oh, Evie," she purred, her voice honeyed with false sincerity. "You're such a beautiful girl when you’re not holding all this anger. One day, you'll make a lovely bride. To a successful man, of course. Timothy will be an afterthought."

Harry's voice became hoarse as he finally let his tears down. “I forget everything and want you to do the same. Our new life is the best that I can imagine. I didn’t know that you still had that imaginary revenge in your head. But yeah, I guessed our story is not in this one.” He smiled softly while his nephew looked at him with sadness and tears brimming in his eyes. ** Three months later.. Evie was playing with the house cat she found near the forest in one of the backyard gardens of the huge mansion. The white castle. That was what Evie liked to call this place and Alex call it their home.

Leah then approached Mia, looked up so is Grace. "The photo is tacky," Mia showed the screen of her smartphone which opened the photo of Evie. "Seriously" In the photo, Evie is sitting on a chair made of dark brown wood. The wood shimmered in the light, it was varnished to perfection. Evie looked so happy, her lips pulled to the opposite side to form a wide smile. Her eyes were fixed on the camera, but her eyeballs missed a few tens of centimeters from the lens. She wasn't looking at the camera lens, her eyes were looking at something else.

The material was very thin and delicate to the touch. “Oh wow! Look at this little slut! Can't wait to see what goes on underneath those panties!" One of the girls exclaimed as she laughed loudly. Evie knew who she was. She had met her the night before. Her name was Vicky, and she was the meanest bitch Evie had ever known. She was the type of person who enjoyed degrading others. She seemed to enjoy being mean. It was the only thing she seemed to care about. She was very pretty, too. Blonde hair, blue eyes, and a gorgeous smile. But that didn't seem to matter.

She stood up and grabbed her mud, molding it into a stone, she threw it at Gwen who dodged and flung it back at her. "Hey, that was cheating. You're messing up my beautiful red fitted gown. It was a gift from one of the noblewomen." Evie whined again. "What about mine? Look at how disgusting it looks. All these muds made me look like an Ahh. Not fair." Gwen said, using her hand to wipe the mud that had landed on her face. Evie burst into laughter, shaking her head as she packed another mud and molded it into a bigger stone.

We throw ourselves into a long hug. “How have you been? It’s been so long!” we say in unison, laughing. “I was feeling terrible about leaving LA without seeing you,” Evie says, brushing her hair behind her ear. “But there was an emergency at work, and I had to get back to San Francisco.” “Oh really?” I say. She nods. “But now I’m so happy I got to see you.” Her gaze drops to the twins beside me. “Wait—are these…?” I nod quickly. “Yes! Scarlett and Sterling. You remember them?”

Her hand tightened on my sleeve, then loosened. "Baby," I whispered. "Evie. Wake up." She groaned, burrowing deeper into the pillow. "Food," I said. Her eyes opened. --- The maid came back an hour later. Evie was sitting up in bed, her hair a wild mess, her stuffed rabbit tucked under her arm. She was still tired. we both were, but the color had returned to her cheeks, and her eyes were bright in the way they only got after a long, dreamless sleep.

I watched as Milo placed his arm around her shoulder and then nodded his head. “Evette saved my life. Back when I was a young boy, I fell in the troll mines. I was trapped for days. It was magically imbued and no one could find me. I remember sitting in the dark, knowing I would die down there. But then I saw a light, and a shiny elven rope was dropped in the hole. I climbed up to see a very beautiful girl with eyes that could shame a sapphire. Her name was Evette ... but I would fondly call her Evie. She lived in the woods and was all alone. I think she was adopted by the elves but she never talked about it. I brought her back to the kingdom with me. As a reward for saving my life, she was

*** After work, I was about to leave when I heard a familiar voice. I looked up. Evie was coming down from the company gym with her little squad. Her face was pure contempt. "Tessa's nothing. She just met Mr. Smyth before I did. What does she have that I don't? The apartment, the project—I mentioned them once, and Mr. Smyth rushed to give them to me. Tell me, how could she ever compete?"

I don’t trust my boobage to the free air until he’s closed it behind me. “She’s really tough when she wants to be,” Mick says as we move down the stairs into the garage. “I’m already making my plans for revenge.” I’m fuming over being dismissed so easily. How are they going to figure out what’s what without all my pregnancy knowledge? Mick seems completely unconcerned. By the time I get to the bottom of the stairs and sit in my own steam for a few seconds, he’s standing in front of an engine, staring down at it.