Hj Evelyn 소설 & 이야기

After all, what we don't know, can't hurt us. Now more about me, I am a Witch through my bloodline. I am a descendant of Elizabeth Howe, who was hanged as a Witch on the 19th of July 1692 during the Salem Witch Trials. The sad part about it is she was a Witch, but a White Witch who just wanted to live happily raising her six children.

"Hmmmn? Hmmn what?" "Nothing. I think I'm done" She dropped the phone and took a deep sigh. "Did you observe anything? What is it?" I asked her. "Hmmmn, nothing. I just think she's legit" "Legit how? How do you mean?" "I mean there's nothing to be afraid of, Janet Johnson is only being real and helpful to you. There's nothing to be suspicious about. I just checked now, she's an admin on FAP&GM and other related group, through her comments, replies and posts.. I think she's a true matchmaker" Evelyn said and I nodded sarcastically.

She was as proud as a peacock. After she dealt with these rich ladies, she planned to continue to go to find Cedrick. A tall man with wire-rimmed glasses was walking towards her. His gaze was sharp. “Mrs. Mason, nice to meet you. My surname is Jensen. I have been interested in you for a long time. Shall we make friends?” Evelyn took the man’s name card from his hands. ‘It seems that he is a general manager. He should be rich.’ She nodded haughtily, “I will take your name card.”

I shrank down in my seat. "Too late," Iris whispered. Julian spotted me. His face lit up. "Harlow!" He walked to our table, pulling Evelyn with him. She looked uncomfortable. I did not blame her. "Dad," I said. "What are you doing here?" "Grabbing coffee. Evelyn has been craving their cinnamon rolls." Evelyn's face went redder. "This is Evelyn," Julian said. "She works at the office." "I know who she is." Julian looked at my friends. "Ladies."

Something human. “See something you like?” Evelyn’s voice jolted Hazel from her thoughts. Her friend sidled up beside her, wearing her usual smirk. “Hardly,” Hazel muttered, crossing her arms defensively. “I’m just… observing.” “Observing, are we?” Evelyn teased, nudging Hazel’s shoulder. “Because it looks like you’re thinking very hard about someone who happens to be leaving for battle.” Hazel shot her a glare but didn’t reply. How could she? Evelyn wasn’t entirely wrong.

~Cali~ Evan is in a peaceful sleep state again after he took his meds. I had a quick stop at my place for a shower and came back here, not focusing on how this place is making me uncomfortable. All I know is that I need to be here when he opens his eyes. With my laptop and a few documents scattered on the coffee table, this place became my office for the last four days. Rylee is a quick learner. Emma only needed a week to train her, and now I can leave her to handle things when I leave the office.

I began working. I was going to serve King Kane the food and drinks. I walked up to him with the tray containing his plate of food and a glass of juice... I could physically feel the fear in my body as a result of the way he was gazing at me. My whole body was throbbing... I had to maintain control to prevent falling with the tray. I raised my eyebrows as I drew nearer; he continued to look at me, but I quickly broke eye contact. 'What have you done wrong, Evelyn?' was echoing loudly in my head while my heart was beating so quickly. 'Are you poorly dressed? Why is he looking at you as if you have done something wrong?'

“I’ll call you once I’m off.” I nodded and turned to walk away. “Do you mind if I walk you down? Just until you get a cab,” the guy asked behind me. “If you want to,” I said, not bothering to look back. We walked down the quiet street together. The city felt different at night still and quiet. “I’m Ian,” he said. “I’m Evelyn. But everyone calls me Eve,” I answered flatly. “Nice. You’re new around here?” “Obviously,” I muttered, not wanting to give too much information.

Then she wrapped her arms around me, patting my back gently like I was a child. “Go to sleep, Emma. We have to get up early to chop wood tomorrow.” The pale moonlight filtered through the thin, paper-covered windows, casting a soft light on her face. She was only twenty-two, but the corners of her eyes were already lined with fine wrinkles. Her face was etched with exhaustion and weariness. She didn’t look like this when I first met her. Her real name was Evelyn Anderson. She must’ve been the shining light in her family’s eyes.

“You’re awful.” Jenn’s smile widened, satisfied. “No, baby. I’m the best thing that’s ever going to happen to you.” She tapped Evelyn’s mouth lightly, like a mock kiss. “Be good. I’ll think about it.” And with that, she walked out, leaving Evelyn burning in the doorway, half-mortified, half aching, completely hooked. Evelyn was still thinking about Jenn..about last night, about the way her body hadn’t stopped buzzing since she sat through her first lecture…when she turned the corner too fast.