Novel & Cerita Jacob Frye Evie Frye

Her breath hitched as she slowly turned to Alex, searching his face. "Alex… what is she talking about?" Alex clenched his jaw, his muscles tightening. His entire body radiated lethal fury, but the damage was already done. Freya took a step forward, a manic gleam in her eyes. "Poor little Evie. So blissfully unaware. Haven’t you ever wondered why you’ve never gotten pregnant after your miscarriage?" Eve's breath caught in her throat. Freya smirked cruelly. "Because you can't. You will never bear a child in your entire lifetime! And the funniest part is, the people you trusted were lying to you—especially your husband."

" She stood there, her mouth gaped open as she looked up at me, I could see the tears forming in her eyes yet not a single drop fell from this cold hearted woman. How is it possible that she is Livs mother, they are completely the opposite of one another. Thank the Gods that Liv is the person she is, thank the Gods she isn't a bitter angry woman after the life she had. I wish I would have known what was happening, I also wonder if it ever would have happened if I hadn't been such a dick. Without trying to fall into a deep rabbit hole of thoughts I heard a door speak open, light starting to appear from behind Evie as I looked over her to see Jacob standing there peering out at us, his eyes gl

While she is away, Arabella decides to create a light atmosphere as everyone seems to be speechless. She clears her throat, "Evie, I'm Arabella by the way, Zoe's childhood and college friend" she informs. Evie smiles with a nod, there was nothing she could say. "I heard you are in college. How is life there?" Arabella demands. "Not as bad as I thought it'd be and neither is it good so far" Evie responded. Arabella hums in response, "Any guy trying to hit on you?" She asked Evie by surprise.

With the nature if their role in veltrith Dominion,I'm sure they have had to go undercover to eliminate people. “Right. I'll do that.” He nods and gets into his document,while I grab mine. Here we go Evelyn "Evie" Hart Age: 23 Height: 5'3" (160 cm) Build: Petite, slightly underweight from skipped meals and chronic stress, with narrow shoulders and tiny waist. Eyes: Deep dark brown, wide and expressive—often hidden behind thick-rimmed glasses. Hair: Brunette with soft waves that brush just below her shoulders; usually worn in a messy low bun or loose ponytail.

Evie threw the towel on the floor and walked towards the floor length mirror and really saw herself closely for the first time. Oh… A tall girl with long, violet hair, gray eyes, and fairy-like face stared back at her. Finally, without that horridly thick makeup that Evely used to always wear, the face she was very familiar with finally showed up. Evie and Evely looked like identical twins. Even their height and body build were similar. The only difference was that Evie had naturally silver hair and violet eyes, while Evely had black hair and gray eyes. However… Looking at her violet hair, Evely’s favorite hair dye, Evie found that she liked it a lot. She would definitely stop painting her f

“Sorry, Miss, newspaper.” Laughing, Priscilla sat the Cookie Jar bag on Evie’s desk before going and sitting beside her friend and in front of another Saints child. He was wiry and a little nerdy. She was pretty sure that he was Werewolf’s son, but couldn’t think of his name. Colton. Or maybe Carson. “I’m not giving free grades for this.” Evie clarified. “Just think of me as your personal doordasher.” Priscilla replied as her teacher pulled out a box of the signature fried potato slices. Too thick to be chips and too wide to be fries.

Some people were giving me weird looks. "Are you lost?" A guy with ocean blue eyes and black hair asked. His eyes kind of looked like Ashton. Never mind why am I even thinking about this idiot. "Hello?" He asked. "Oh sorry. Hi I'm Evie." I said as I held my hand out. "Ohhhh you are the famous Evie." I looked at him confused, as he shook my hand. Famous? "Oh sorry. My name is Dylan Jones, I'm Alex's best friend and Beta of the Silver Moon pack."

“I know she doesn’t have anything to do with this, so we can at least rule her out and move on to find whoever did kill him.” **** I listen as Evie enters Katia’s room. This seems wrong. It is wrong to spy on my mate like this. But I don't have a choice. "I know what you did," Evie says to Katia. "I don't know what you're talking about," Katia replies. "What are you accusing me of now?" "I know you killed Jacob," Evie says. "I know that you did it just to get to Kaleb." "I'm sorry for your pain," Katia says. "But I didn't kill Jacob. I didn't. I wouldn’t.”

*** After work, I was about to leave when I heard a familiar voice. I looked up. Evie was coming down from the company gym with her little squad. Her face was pure contempt. "Tessa's nothing. She just met Mr. Smyth before I did. What does she have that I don't? The apartment, the project—I mentioned them once, and Mr. Smyth rushed to give them to me. Tell me, how could she ever compete?"

My architecture of power. And someone entered my territory and stole my masterpiece. I return to the second monitor. The dossier I burned and reassembled dozens of times over the last six years is open to the page that always brings me back to the beginning: Evie Byrne, 24 years old. Irish nationality. Wife of Declan Callahan. Declared dead after a car accident. Body never recovered. Evie Byrne existed before me. She had history, memories, a daughter, a husband who marked her with teeth and possessed her with primitive brutality. She existed, and I erased her.