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."

She added and started laughing hysterically. A whimper pulled me out of the ocean of my thoughts. I turned around and lunged myself at those rogues. Evangeline went towards his throat and bit it. I could not believe my eyes as I saw her doing it. She was drinking the blood of that bastard. He was screaming like a crazy bitch crying for her life. She pulled away and puked all of his blood on his face. "Ew! Your blood tastes like cat's shit. You are useless, Levi." She said as she threw him on the ground.

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.

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

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?”

Penelope, Steph’s little girl, who was named after me, keeps kicking the ball in the wrong direction, giggling every time she does, and Archie pretends it’s part of the game. And then there’s Evie. She stumbles slightly as she runs, the uneven sand catching her off guard, but before she can fall, Rae is there instantly, grabbing her arm and steadying her. “Careful!” Rae scolds, her voice full of protective seriousness. Evie just laughs, brushing herself off as if nothing happened. I can’t help but laugh, too. Because Evie is nothing like her mother. My gaze softens as I watch her run back into the game, her laughter bright and free.

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.

“Let me guess, Mr. Rich here hasn’t eaten from a food truck before?” I scoffed. “I’ve eaten from a food truck before.” “One that wasn’t called to cater a function?” My retort died in my mouth, and she threw her head back, laughing. I started to laugh as well. “Fuck. I’m starving. I don’t care whose wedding it is. Just because you don’t want to eat before you get married doesn’t mean everyone else doesn’t want to eat.” Evie took a bag and tore it open and laid it out flat. There was a fork in the bag and looking at the contents, I could tell there was meat, cheese, onions, and some kind of thick fried chip, but it was tossed together.