Incredible 2 Evelyn Novels & Stories

she exclaimed, her voice brimming with relief. Evelyn knew her children better than anyone. She understood that the incident wasn’t entirely Helena’s fault. It wasn’t negligence that had led to Liam and Lily’s “adventure” to Eden Entertainment’s office—it was her children’s remarkable intelligence. ‘If it weren’t for Liam’s uniquely clever mind, none of this would have happened,’ Evelyn thought, though she didn’t voice the sentiment aloud. After delivering her warnings and guidance to Helena, Evelyn dismissed her for the day and made her way to the dining room, where her twins eagerly awaited dinner.

A message. Stand still. Don’t react. Smile if they look at you. Another vibration. Good girl. Her breath caught. Another message. Don’t look behind you. Too late. She moved. Just slightly. He was closer. Watching her. Another vibration. I said don’t look. Be a good wife, Evelyn. Her stomach dropped. Slowly—very slowly—Evie turned back to the grave. The rose slipped from her fingers. Fell into the open earth. And in that moment, Evie understood. She wasn’t burying Kael Voss. She was stepping into his world. ***

Evelyn's breathing became uneven. "No..." "It can't be..." The woman smiled. "You always were Father's favorite." Father? Elena's heartbeat quickened. The woman continued. "My name is..." "...Eve." "Echo Two." --- The room fell into stunned silence. Evelyn slowly stepped forward. "I watched you die." Eve smiled. "You watched the wrong girl." She casually folded her arms. "Samuel always prepared backups." "When he created you..." "He created me." "Twins." "But unlike you..."

The board would revolt. Evelyn knew it. She held the nuclear codes, and she wasn't afraid to use them. She had become dangerous. The sweet, compliant girl I dated for eight years was gone. In her place was a lioness. And God help me, I respected her for it. I respected her more in that moment of defiance than I had in the entire eight years of our relationship. She had done what I couldn't do. She had protected our blood. She had nurtured it. She had turned a mistake into a miracle.

"It's important for you to understand the dangers Melissa and her unborn twins are facing. This information could help us protect them." Evelyn's eyes widened as she skimmed through the papers, her curiosity piqued. "This is incredible," she exclaimed, her voice filled with a mix of fascination and concern. "I had no idea there was so much at stake. We can't let anything happen to Melissa or her babies."

Liam and Evelyn to the small rented flat that was waiting for them with its ordinary rooms and its ordinary light and its complete and total absence of anything ancient or hungry or patient. Evelyn was the last one to leave. She sat in the driver's seat with the engine running and looked up the hill one final time through the windshield. Just a hill. Just the sky above it. Gray and ordinary and asking nothing. She thought about Margaret standing outside this house in 1897 in a photograph that now sat on Evelyn's desk at home. Serious face. Hidden mischief. Twenty three years old and walking into something she didn't understand. She thought about Clara in 1923. Practical and tough and complet

The omega brought her knees closer to the chest, resting her head on it. Evelyn took in a shaky breath as a small teardrop rolled down her cheek. She thought back to the things that just happened. Her mate . . . . . . . is so unpredictable… And dangerous. - - - [A/N] Me : *Washes hands in holy water *

I grabbed the small knife I kept hidden under my sweater. "Code?" Ryan called, his voice low. "Pluto." I exhaled as Ryan opened the door. Adrian stood there, his leather jacket dusted with snow, but it was the figure behind him that made my heart skip. Evelyn. She was pale, exhausted, and sitting in a wheelchair. The sight of her was a slap to my chest. I didn’t know whether to feel pity or fury. Evelyn’s gaze found mine. "I had to see you. I know I don’t deserve it, but—"

At least I didn’t smell like a distillery anymore. I stepped out, my Louboutin Oxfords clicking sharply against the floor, and that was when I saw them: Elis climbing out of his matte-black G-Wagon two spots over, and right behind him the devil herself. Evelyn. Looking dangerous in a bloody red Chanel suit with her hair twisted into that perfect chignon she wore whenever she was about to ruin someone’s life. My stomach knotted so hard I could taste bile. What the hell is she doing here?

“Until you.” The house, being honest when forced, made a small approving sound in the wood. “My turn,” Evelyn said. “When my mother died, people told me to be brave in ways that anesthetize. I learned to be accurate instead. It reads as cruelty. I’m not cruel. I’m…efficient with pain.” She traced the hinge’s scar with a finger, not looking up. “Until you.” “Until me, what?” he asked, as if testing whether he was strong enough for the answer.