Incredible 2 Evelyn Novels & Stories

“Evelyn.” The little nobody from the diner. The surrogate. The replacement. Vanessa’s stomach churned ed at the thought of her. She had seen photos, she had gotten information from those she paid and Vanessa knew how to dig. Evelyn was pretty in a quiet, unassuming way, the kind of pretty that made men think of home-cooked meals and soft laughter. Not like Vanessa’s fire, her curves, her bombshell presence. Evelyn’s appeal was dangerous in a different way, the illusion of purity. Innocence.

Evelyn kept her sidearm raised, finger just off the trigger. The woman in the red scarf didn’t flinch. “You knew my mother,” Evelyn said. “Start talking.” The woman took a deliberate step forward. "Maris didn’t just work on Bellwether. She initiated it. She was trying to solve something you don’t yet understand." Evelyn gritted her teeth. “Try me.” “You were born from the solution,” the woman replied calmly. “But the solution never came.”

Evan was immediately ruled out since he had no interest in computers whatsoever. But Kyle… "Bev, he knows Elaine." Regardless of whether Kyle had malicious intentions, Evan felt he had to be cautious. "Don't let him get close to you." Beverly's eyes widened in surprise. A barely perceptible shadow crossed Kyle's eyes as he turned to look at Evan. "Elaine was the eldest daughter of the Henderson family and a prodigy who took the world by storm over 30 years ago. Who didn't see her as a role model? So, is it really so strange that I know of her?"

Evelyn delivered the final blow, her teeth tearing into his throat. It was over. Cyrus collapsed to the ground, his body still as the life drained from him. Evelyn shifted back, her breaths ragged as she knelt beside her mother. “Please,” she whispered, tears streaming down her face. “Please don’t leave me.” Her mother stirred, her eyes fluttering open. “Evelyn,” she murmured weakly. Relief flooded through me as I knelt beside them. She was alive. “Mother,” Evelyn sobbed, cradling her in her arms.

She gasped as I filled her completely. I moved steadily. In. Out. In. Out. Slow. Then faster. Harder. Our breaths broke together. Our bodies moved in sync until we both came at the same time. I collapsed beside her, chest rising and falling heavily. Then she suddenly spoke. “Who is Isabella Schneider,” she murmured, voice tired, “and why does it look like I have seen that bracelet somewhere?” My heart almost stopped. I hadn’t realized she would be able to see the laptop screen.

"We can spend the whole day listening to these conversations, this recorder still won't come to a stop. But I'm sure that you've gotten your answers from the ones you've listened to." "This is outrageous of you, Mira!" Mr. Alan exploded. "Please call me, Evelyn." Eve gave him a sweet smile. "It is Evelyn Anderson." "You..." "Mrs. Anderson, don't think that only by recording those conversations, you have come clean and can be labeled innocent." Jessie scowled with a bitter expression. "You might have done that to escape punishment in case your secret is revealed someday."

A moment later, the housekeeper's footsteps crossed the foyer, and then a voice too familiar to mistake for anyone else. "Sorry, I know it is late. I think I left my wallet here earlier." Vanessa appeared in the study doorway still in her coat, and whatever she saw on our faces made her stop with one hand on the frame. "Why do you two look like someone died?" Adrian did not miss a beat, not the way he sometimes hesitated with me. "Evelyn wants to see this specialist who was on the news today. She wants to try surgery again."

“These are perfect. I give it a pass.” Evelyn spoke while leafing through the interior designs of the hotel. They were apt and flawless. Contended, Evelyn then turned to Grace, Theodore’s assistant, and snuck a glance at Dylan who was already staring at her, smiling like a love-struck fool.

Heath sat at his desk thoughtfully. He rotated his chair to face the wall behind him. Pushing the red button on the remote control in his left hand, he turned on the fifty- two inch, flat screen monitor, which hung on the wall behind him. It quickly went through it's voice guided starting options. He chose the source button on the thin black remote. "Source selection Open HDMI1-MHL," echoed through the large open space. "Source selection close HDMI1-MHL," the electronic voice announced. Suddenly, Faidh's sleeping image appeared on the screen. The blank expression on Heath's face quickly changed to tenderness. This WAS his Eve. She just HAD to be!

In that frozen second between when Mr. James’ weight had pulled her body over the window ledge and when her desperate fingers, cramped and grown numb from all the pressure on them, failed her, slipped and drew over the polished wood of the sill with scraping nails, it seemed Evelyn was aware suddenly, conscious of everything.