Evie Mischief Novels & Stories

“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.

Madison scowls, “You’re making it impossible for me to find the right shade of foundation.” The rest of the Legacies are waiting for us downstairs. When they see us, Simon gives a long, slow whistle. “You three look good enough to eat.” Evie, who is holding on tightly to Atticus, huffs. Smirking, Simon adds. “Evie, you already know you’re the hottest girl in school. But if you need a reminder,” he gives her a very long slow look stopping at her eyes. Blushing, she looks away. I’ve never seen Evie look away.

, Evie nodded her head once and two huge guys came out of nowhere, grabbed the kid then hauled him out of the kitchen. Once the kid was removed, everyone seemed to get back into the party, not even blinking. Evie turned , shaking her head when she looked and saw me. Winking at me, she turned towards the counter and grabbed two drinks and then came walking over to me. "We have got some real douchebags around the campus, you gotta watch out for yourself", She handed me a drink and l took it before taking a greedy sip.

Mom will think a baby bump on me is cute, but it's a reminder of the man that wants nothing to do with me. A knock at the door startles me from the breakfast table. It's Evie wearing an ugly Christmas sweater. It has various reindeer and snowman caked on it with velcro. She's in the mood for Christmas magic. I'm in the mood for a bad romance movie or a bad Halloween movie. "Well, how are you feeling?" Evie asks like I have an illness that is somehow so contagious she might get pregnant as well. Although at the pace she and Benjamin fuck each other, she's bound to have a baby of her own within the next six months.

“I just want to know you, I’m sorry if I said something rude to you yesterday. I completely had a different knowledge of who you were.” “I just had to be on the lookout for brother Tan, he hardly ever has time to address the maids. I just misunderstood everything.” She continued , this time sounding even more gentle than the first time. The name she called that monster somehow got my attention but I didn't move. “I can introduce myself properly, I’m Evie and I’ve been with brother Tan the longest.” I hiss inwardly, hearing it all. Turning to face her. Definitely pretense, she was definitely direct yesterday and meant everything she said, so why the sudden acting.

She shook her head, looking down to her thigh. My pulse quickened, ears perched up. "Tell me. What did she say? Is she leaving me? Is she planning on returning? Where's she?" Molly gave me an irritated look and then sighed. "It's so unfortunate that the two of you are not on the same page, you know?" Now she was confusing me. "What do you mean?" She placed her hand on my thigh, making me jerk harshly, pushing her hand away. "Eva doesn't like you like that. She's playing you." She explained, her voice calm. She pushed her chest forward, moving closer to me. "I'm sorry. This might sound somehow and all that but it's just the honest truth."

Evie said, a cold, calculating light entering her eyes. The hook of their plan didn't rely on bullets or encryption keys. It relied on the one skill Evie had mastered long before she met a Mafia King: **the power of the dead.** Before she was a writer of novels or a "widow" of a ghost, Evie had been a writer of obituaries. She knew how to look at a person’s life and find the one sentence that defined their end. She knew how to dig into the pasts of the powerful to find the rot they thought they had buried.

She worked as a kitchen assistant in a very chic restaurant and had the dream of being a chef one day. "What are the favours?” "Hmmm... I want you to keep this for me." Evie pulls out her backpack and before withdrawing the money that was there, she spots the check. "My God... he’s impossible.” "Who is impossible?” Although she hates keeping secrets from her best friend, Evangeline didn’t want to tell her what was going on with Alec. She didn’t even understand what was going on, to be able to tell someone else. Evie didn’t know if she would love or judge her.

Evie said with a wicked glint in her eyes. She was gonna shred the human princess into tiny pieces and feed her to the dark beasts.. She tried to get back on her feet but couldn't .. her back hurts like hell and her legs were shaking.. "I didn't do anything to you or wait! Let me guess, you're pissed The prince chose me over you? " she wasn't some damsel in distress. She certainly doesn't have super strength like everyone else but she definitely has her mouth to defend herself and true to her words Evie got even pissed..

She said. "She really does have a problem." Eve thought. Moving close to where she was sitting with two other maids. She sat down without saying anything and kept her eyes on the food. She could feel their eyes on her. "My name is Ivy, nice to meet you." A girl with long brown hair said looking at Eve. "I'm Eva." The other girl said looking at Eve. She stared at the three of them in silence, she really doesn't like these things, people trying to be nice to her, and those girls were also smiling ear to ear at her. But what could she do, she brought this upon herself.