Evie Zamora Thirteen Romane & Geschichten

"I was thirteen, new to being a mother," I start as I hug myself as a bit of comfort but not enough to console me. "You and the others already know that I'm an orphan, and I told you about my parents. After I left the foster home where I met Effie, a couple adopted me. The excitement of having a family made me wish it was all a dream, but it was a stand and delivered. A woman named Eva took me away and had me placed within her community called the Order. In that community, it's more of a religious faction; you had to follow the rules to live a better life. Living in a big community wasn't so bad, and Eva was kind to me, but I found out the dark secrets later. Eva is no ordinary woman; the pe

I said and we both laughed, we said our last goodbyes then we set out on our journey to the north. It has just a few hour since we left the village and I am already tired, I am carrying all the many supplies Evie packed while the only thing she is carrying is a bow and an arrow. She just keeps on talking and asking me questions none stop, "where do you think the vampires will bite us if they want to" she asked me "I think they'll bite off your tongue so that you wont be able to talk till their eardrums hurt" I said with a sinister grin, she looked at me and huffed then increased her pace so that I'll be left behind "wait up!!!" I called out to her "I don't want to hurt your eardrums" she sh

The answer might eventually come down to his only granddaughter, Evangeline. George was scared thinking of how his granddaughter could be used as a pawn to get to Damien who obviously has a lot of enemies looking for an open opportunity to use against him. Eva might have been strong and trained by the best during her stay with the Black family, that wasn't enough to make her invisible. Since she didn't spend enough time to learn more about every other thing before she refused to continue and went back to Miami. Unlike Damien who wouldn't flinch at the idea of being tortured to death, Eva was different.

The climate in the room rises as hours count down to a critical moment of our assignment. Moving around the ill-organized table covered in maps and papers, the team gathers, standing in the midst of the preparations. Jake is looking straight at me, and although it is only for a few seconds, I can discern a shyness that does not often show itself. “How do you even manage it, Zea?” Jake’s voice is soft, his face intense. This is the question that was raised by the character: ’’Can I have fife being a mother and a killer at once?’’

Damon's POV At this point, I wouldn’t even lie to myself. That girl called Evie hiked me. I couldn't believe that she had planned to escape from the packhouse. What would have happened if I wasn't around to curb her wings back into the shell where she belonged?

He hated the fact that he was putting his friend's life in danger and he hated even more the fact that he was putting his pack's life in danger. Jasmine waited patiently for them to come out at the foot of the staircase. "You're here!" Elle came to join her, holding the baby in her hands. "Oh! Here is the cutest person in the whole wide world!" Jasmine cooed at the baby. Damien came out of his room and immediately went to the common area of the house. He immediately summoned every single person that would play a part in this war. "I want everyone to be in their places. Make sure everyone is in their places!" He yelled as everyone ran to their places. It was really hectic as people ran up and

Evie had been an only child, so it was just Hank, Jasmine, and me standing to the left of the funeral director. There was the eulogy afterward, and everyone who came up to give their speech would always give me a nasty look before addressing the audience. However, my greatest virtue was my magnanimity, after all, and I simply responded to everyone with a huge smile. I even blew kisses at a couple of them. "Evie Sandoval, born August 7, 1999. Passed away January 3, 2024, at just 25 years old… "Looking back on her life, it was brilliant yet fleeting and regrettable. She was a good, kind soul, respectful of her parents, kind to her coworkers, and loyal to her family—"

EVIE POV I couldn’t get a wink of sleep, I kept turning and tossing and waking up at any slight sound in my bedroom. At some point, I woke up sweating and breathing heavily from a nightmare. In the dream, I was cornered by them in an abandoned building, where they threatened to kill me. I woke up just as one of them was about to drive a knife into me. All morning as I go about doing my chores, I keep thinking about how to convince my parents to let me take Ethan’s place.

Her lipstick matched the muted garnet of dried blood—rich, dark, unyielding. She stepped up to the central console. “The mother survived,” she said, her voice polished, precise, intimate in its menace. “But don’t fool yourselves. This isn’t over.” A technician glanced nervously toward a screen where Savannah Briggs’ recent movements were logged and flagged. Behind him, another monitor displayed a biometric pulse scan—Eva’s. “She has the child,” the woman in red continued, her words curling like smoke. “And the child is the key.” “Should we initiate Directive Thirteen?” one subordinate asked, his forehead shining with sweat.

Evie responds shyly, clueless about what to do. "I am here to refund your umbrella and to help you out with your project" Zoe informs and offers her the umbrella. "Oh!" As all Evie could say, she takes the umbrella. "Thanks for lending it to me, it greatly helped" Zoe sounded grateful. Evie nods with a smile and quickly averts her gaze to the floor. She doesn't know why she feels so shy talking to her, it's unlike her being shy and conserving. She's always open and more of the adventurer type.