Faith Evans Young Novels & Stories

His touch was insistent, urgent and when I tried to resist, his fingers tightened just enough to make his point clear. "We can't interfere," he said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. "Not yet." "That's his father!" I hissed, keeping my voice low as I watched Richard Grayson climb into the black SUV where Evan was being held. "I thought he was dead, everyone thought he was..." "Dead?" Damian interrupted, his expression grim in the dim lighting. "That's what Evan wanted everyone to believe. Easier to reinvent yourself as a legitimate businessman when people think your criminal father is six feet under."

I never used any money because there was no point, but I planned to give her half of my share once Poppy returned. "Mayor Murphy, I've been framed," I tell him. Eva stays calm. "I got nothing to do with the terrorist attack, and this woman is just putting lies into your head. Do you know who this woman is?" "Of course I do. This is Eva Wilkins, an enthusiast and savior of all orphanage children. She has done a great deed of rescuing lost and abandoned children when no one can." Savior? More like Killer. I can not believe this young mayor, who only took office three years ago at twenty-three, is taking in all that he sees in a person. I have no choice but to pull up the trump cards.

Evan spoke while pointing innocently to where a beard and mustache should be. For a two-and-a-half-year-old child, Evan was frighteningly intelligent. He observed everything carefully and expressed his thoughts with surprising clarity. “Does God not love Evan?” Tears burned behind Evanka’s eyes, but she held them back. She reached for his small hand and stroked it gently. “Papas are important, sweetheart. But Mommy loves Evan very, very much. Mommy can learn how to play football too, if Evan wants.” Evan slowly shook his head again, his little face returning to a pout.

Evans adjusts the small backpack around his shoulders and sways slightly beneath his weight. Months ago I might have offered him to sit in the tent so we could continue our discussion. After being betrayed by Rebecca, however, my level of trust has plummeted. “I supported this war,” Evans begins softly, "because I believed in my heart that humans deserved their freedom. I was so blinded by that belief that I didn’t realize my view of vampires was becoming unjust. Just like humans, vampires aren’t all evil.” His gaze flickers over to Caius whose expression remains unchanging.

I forwarded it to Eva with a message. "The world knows you have claimed me now. So I am never letting you go 🥰. -D"

Is it love? “Nah!” Evan raised his finger at him strongly. “They lie! What I Am telling you is Love. Trust your Homie. My philosophy of life can never fail. I know what Love is!” Evan nodded firmly and that's when Viso’s movement stopped. He stopped swirling his glass of wine and ever so slowly turned his eyes to Evan. ‘You are whipped, man!” Evan turned to him but his grinning smile faltered seeing Viso’s face and the glass in his hand. Evan pursed his lips and cleared his throat.

Never before had any partner of mine had me so aching and desperate for them like this. Evan could have asked anything of me, and I’d have given it to him if only it meant he’d keep dominating my body and mind. But he asked for nothing—save for my trust. And I did trust him. He was perhaps the first person in my life that I’d ever been able to trust so implicitly. Before him, I didn’t believe in faith. I learned early on that faith in people only led to pain. But the pain Evan brought me was only a tool to bring us both to greater pleasure.

Evan had great faith in Bella and was certain of it. *****************************

It may even save you from being struck down by one of THEM. Humanity is inherently evil." He scrubbed his eyes to see what could be talking to him, there was nothing, he was just alone, alone in the place left by Matendechere. "She Should be coming back by now," he was waiting for her. A yawn escaped Abednego's mouth as he waited for the spirit of Matendechere to come and give instructions on what to finally do.

I whistled and a car appeared almost immediately and we hopped in “Where are you headed sir?" The young driver asked right after we've got in. "Just drive" I replied. The night is young, we shall see where it leads I thought to myself. "Have you got a name?" I asked, "Yes sir, I'm Eva, Eva Watkins", the young lady replied "nice meeting you Eva Watkins, I'm Blake", I said as I shook her hand, wow, you have really soft palms I said, as I held on to the hand and gently caressing her soft palms,