Evie Mischief Novels & Stories

She could not fake that one. People could change faces, but they could not change their blood and bones. Evie flipped through her notes and was satisfied that she could remember the contents. Her good memory was working and she was no longer afraid of not making it to university. Evely Hunt wanted to study design, but she never got to. Evie would do it for her. She was still immersed in her notes when she felt movement on her right. Evie quickly turned to the direction of the door and saw a mandrill standing there.

She was so lucky to have her. "No, I don't think so." Evie answered as she took a bite of her sandwich. Her eyes gazed at the workers by the barn, and at her Mama who was serving them drinks and snacks. It was the truth. She didn't think it was something bad. At least, she wanted to. She didn't want to think of anything of Astrid until everything was sure. Sure of what? She didn't know too. Everything was confusing and it scared her. She didn't use to be like this, all jealous and insecure. She was happy and lived with no care in the world. It troubled her that being married to Alvaro caused her to be like this.

Seeing no other way to refuse, Evie slowly walked to the seat across from Brian. "Why do you work here?" Brian asked without wasting time. "Um, I work here because I love cake and also need a job," she said without thinking, then realized she had made a mistake and tried to correct it. "I love cake, b-but I don't eat it. I just love how pretty they come out." “I see” Brian said then turned to look at the counter, “my order should be ready soon, I’d like to pay” he said and Evie immediately got up like she had been waiting for that moment and rushed behind the counter with Brian walking slowly towards her.

She found the electrical service panel box, and when she opened it, I grabbed her wrist before she could touch the switch. “Let’s call a professional to check it, Eve,” I muttered impatiently. She looked at me and grinned. “Don’t worry, Mr. Barclay. This isn’t my first time doing this. Besides, the dangerous stuff is on the second layer of the panel.” A high-pitched squeak echoed through the dark room as she was about to touch the old wooden box. Eve gasped, her hands trembling as she slowly tilted the flashlight upward. On top of the box, a tiny mouse squeaked again, its beady eyes staring at us as if welcoming us. Eve screamed, dropped the flashlight, leaped towards me, and clung onto me.