Novelas y relatos de Indiana Evans

I say, but my voice is too quiet, lost in the face of her fury. "You owe me!" "Excuse me," says Evans. His hand comes to rest on my shoulder, and at once, a sense of peace sparks inside of me. I'd forgotten he was there. I'm not alone in this. "Who the fuck are you?" my mother demands, rudely jutting her chin out at Evans. "I am someone who's here to support Carolina," Evans says. He speaks with a coolness that seems to cancel out her fire, measured and careful, but every bit as dangerous. "Someone with the resources that she lacks, despite your assumptions about her financial situation."

He dodged, still grinning. Then the door opened, and Evan's grin disappeared. "She's gone." The Training Grounds "Her body tensed up right away. "What?" "She's not where we left her," Evan said, more seriously than usual. "But... I found her." He jerked his head toward the training grounds. I moved to the window and found her immediately. She was surrounded by a band of warriors. My fists clenched. Ravina was capable. I had no fear she could handle herself. But she didn't budge, arms at her sides, nearly as if she was waiting. One of the warriors shoved her.

She didn’t need to. Her return was already sending ripples through the pond. Later that night, Natalie sat in a dim corner of the lavish private club on Fifth Avenue. The room was rich with the scent of expensive scotch and leather, a haunt of the powerful and discreet. She was meeting someone — a contact Cassandra had set up. Someone who claimed to have information on Daniel Carter. “Miss Evans,” a man said, sliding into the seat across from her. He was older, mid-fifties perhaps, with a lined face and suspiciously observant eyes.

The terrifying sound of the news. “just in, the deputy sheriff had released word saying the daughter of Michael Stones, the man that was reported killed and burned alive has been traced and already located” “katharina Stones had reportedly gotten missing the same day her father was killed and it is unbeknown whether pr not she has been held in captivity over the past month-“ Amy had turned up the volume with the remote just in time for the reporter’s next words- “or whether this teenager had a hand in her father’s gruesome murder-“

Especially when that someone has a magic touch. "Lexia, my mate," Grayson informs him. He glances at me. "This is my brother, Evan." No similarity. That's what I first notice. Maybe the same nose, but other than that, the hair and eye colour don't even compliment each other. I would call Evan my relation before Grayson's. "I came to remind you-" Evan breaks off, casting his gaze over to me. "We have business to attend to." "Right," Grayson said, obviously recalling that something important required his attention.

She explains. I honestly didn’t give the camera a second thought after I realized that I forgot it at the barn. I was worried about getting Gabe to the packhouse and then I was busy trying to take care of him while he recuperated. “I also hear that you helped my little girl too.” She beamed at me. Then she grabbed my hand to examine my palm. How did she know? “It’s alright Hannah, you can trust Christine”, Gabe tells me seeing that I am anxious about this conversation. Christine goes on to explain that she works as a researcher for a nonprofit that was established by a coalition of packs in the area.

Cindy whispered. Cindy was new to working with Jovanka, so naturally, she didn't know much about the woman. Evans sat in the corner of the bed, running his fingers through his hair and rubbing his face roughly. He didn't know what craziness the woman would do next. And what scared him even more. He didn't know the consequences that the woman would face if she continued to disturb the Quirino family.

Ivana leaned in and whispered. Ivana wasn't wearing a dress today, likely because of Evan's earlier reminder. Instead, she had on a pair of casual pants that made movement easier, which somehow highlighted her curves even more. "Her name is Lyra Belcourt. She's the granddaughter of one of my father's old comrades. Our families have been close allies for generations. She's also one of Sylvie's few close friends back in Imperia." "The granddaughter of Old Mr. Stanton's comrade? That explains it…" Evan nodded to himself.

Snatching the bag of chips from Nathalia before putting some pieces of chips in her mouth. "You must have been really tired. But since when did you become so lazy? The Evangeline I know used to be a goddess on the runaway years ago, but you….. you're nothing but a lazy goddess who wants to sleep." Nathalia remarked before grabbing the bag from Eva. Eva let out another long tired sigh when she heard Nathalia's words. Four years and nine months ago, before Eva got engaged to Mark. Apart from her being the young miss of the Carter family, Eva used to be a model in the past and she was the top model in Miami and also among the top ten best supermodels in the world. This was one of the reasons wh

Indianna suddenly became very alert when she heard his voice. “I’m a friend of Indianna’s. I just wanted to check in and see how she was doing.” “That’s very kind of you. I’m glad she’s making friends,” Iris said. “What did you say your name was again?” “I didn’t.” There was a silence and then Iris spoke, cautiously. “You seem awfully familiar.” “I’m sure I do.” “What is your name?” “Greyson Evans.” Iris gasped, and Indianna heard a thud. “You need to leave.”