Jacks And Evangeline Novels & Stories

Despite his importance, that’s an easy code to figure out. After I disarm the system, I reset it to reflect a more difficult code and one that has meaning for me, and only me. The day Fenton and Samuel Evans found Evangeline. I only know the exact date from reading the journals in the safe. But it is a good code considering no one else knows it.

“I'll let you know if there's any updates and when Brandy's in the air.” “Thanks, Rachel.” Jack sank into one of the chairs on the porch overlooking the water. He clicked the phone off and set it on a small outdoor table. An old copy of Old Man and the Sea sat tucked into one of the chair cushions. Jack pulled it out and began leafing through the pages, trying to remember the plot from lit class. It wasn't long before he heard motion from inside. Emma stepped out on the porch, her eyes distant but strong as she looked out at the water.

Theo’s point of view I don’t know what’s worse—the fact that we were almost fooled by a dog, or the grin Jack’s wearing now. Barefoot. Smug. Standing like this is all some kind of joke and he’s the one telling it. Eva’s still got her hands raised, white magic fading from her fingertips in lazy curls of light. Her face is unreadable—cold, focused—but I see the tension in her jaw. Jack gives a lazy bow, as if we’ve stumbled into his private theater. “Ta-da.”

The staffs talked about it all the time and how much Evangeline must be a terrible person for her husband to hate her this much- but she knew, she knew her young madam was a good woman at heart who yearned for the love of her husband. The smell of fresh strawberries and bacon wafted it’s way into Evangeline’s room the next morning, she smiled just at the thought of having to eat the chef’s famous strawberry jam and his incredible eggs Benedict. Spring was fast approaching which meant the strawberries she grew at the back garden was soon to bloom and that meant a surplus amount of jam all to herself. Slowly she opened her eyes faintly with a smile still on her face only to notice a figure sta

I woke to sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows and, for one blissful moment, forgot where I was or everything else for that matter… just focused on the beautiful and warm feeling that only Christmas morning would bring. Then reality crashed back down. Grayson. The auction. Twelve days in this cabin. I groaned and rolled over, ready to bury myself under the covers and pretend the world didn’t exist, when I noticed something hanging on my bedroom door. A stocking. A fucking beautiful red stocking, with white fur trim, and embroidered across the top in elegant script: Eva.

And shit, why does this whiskey taste better when she drinks it from the hands of this blue-eyed man? *** “What’s your name?” The man ran his rough fingers along Eve’s back, which was only covered by a sleeveless black dress after she took off her cardigan just as she stepped through the club door. “Eve. Evangeline,” she murmured amidst her ragged breathing. This is wrong... Even under the crazy influence of alcohol, she could still feel her heart beating fast in response to the long kiss he planted on her jaw, then down to her neck and shoulders.

Honestly. I thought about it. Then answered. “Maybe.” Silence. Because that was the closest thing to admitting weakness I had given anyone. Ever. --- On the drive home, Evangeline was quiet. Not distant. Just thinking. “What?” She looked over. “Nothing.” I raised an eyebrow. She sighed. “You and Kennedy are similar.” I frowned. “That is offensive.” She laughed. “No, I mean it.” “How?” “You both pretend you don’t care.” I looked ahead.

Jack sat back on the bar stool. His eyes were big. He ran his hands through his brown hair. Did he hear Mr. Gibson correctly? He was Henry Kingsley? No! He was Jack. He's always been Jack. This was impossible! Mr. Gibson must be wrong. He must have him confused with someone else. "Mr. Gibson, I'm sorry, but you must be mistaken. My name is Jack. I grew up at Old George Orphanage. I'm no Kingsley descendant, I'm sure of it."

"I mean, even Jennifer that she thinks is her best friend sold her out. Thank you very much, Jennifer. Without you telling us how gullible and pushover she is, we would not have found out." Ahahahaha! Jennifer smirked, dubbing powder on her nose. "What are friends for? In fact, Evangeline should be honored that I befriended her. Can't you see how happy she is when I talk to her or I pretend to play with her? With just one word from me, she'll obey and give me all sorts of gifts everyday. I think she's secretly in love with me." Ahahahaha! Evangeline bit her lips, nails digging against her palms. She didn't know that her tears were already dripping from her eyes, drown with the blood from her

Something tells me, though, that she would know that things were moved. I place down the puppy and roses. "Right, what did you find out?" My eyes go to Evan. "Jack has been grabbing your men for a few months, killing them to make your numbers drop. His plan was to build his own little mafia group and take you down. It turned out you let Demi in, so he picked her as the target. He showed up at the building, but Demi was gone when they went back through. They were going to leave it and grab her another day."