Last Days Evenson Novel Novels & Stories

CHAPTER ONE It was a cold, dark night. Evan Desmond walked quickly down the lonely road. One of his hands clutched a book, which he held close to him. He had a backpack hanging on his left shoulder, and in his other hand, he held his phone which he was using as a torch light. ‘Damn it’ Evan muttered as he quickened his steps. Deciding to stay back to read after lecture was obviously not a good idea today. His girlfriend, Jessica would be very pissed. That he was sure of.

"He seldom takes his lunch here, Madam. I don't think he's coming home." She placed a plate beside my meal with the apple she cut into two and pieces of green grapes. I didn't bother to thank her and just ate. My eyes are glued at the vintage-looking chandelier, and its glow reminded me of the life I used to enjoy. "I miss travelling. Normally at this hour, I am just taking a stroll around a 187-foot yacht with my favorite Caffé Americano in my hand. But now, I am here, inside of the walls of Lord Lavigne's mansion, jailed and controlled." I shook my head disappointingly. "Unbelievable. I will surely make his neck a faucet during his sleep."

she could only watched as her step father walk away im excitement with the woman next to him. " I am Evans, Kyle's third brother. i have learnt so much about the double world but i have never been there. what are you doing here anyway? to excort back my brother's home? " " No " Joyce replied after getting herself back in control " We came here to resurrect the dead. A human actually " Evans was holding a book the entire time but when he Heard Joyce's words the old book fell From his hand and he dashed towards the ruined building but he was too late.

Eve’s eyes lit up. I leaned closer and cautioned her. "Eve, you might have to endure a bit longer. We need Dad to lower his guard." We had planned many escape attempts before, but they had all failed. Every year on this day, Dad would lock Eve up with heavy chains before leaving. However, I didn’t expect Eve to fall ill that very night. She was burning with fever, her body covered in a rash of red welts, and she slipped into unconsciousness.

she trailed off as she picked up her dress and bowed slightly and walked away. But contrary to what Audra had expected, those irritating eyes sparkled, sparkled so much that they really looked like cut sapphires. Masochistic, that's what that disgusting being was, a tremendous masochist who should take his eyes off her violet. He was not going to end her life again. "Wait, Miss Verena..." he seems not to have avoided calling out "I hope...that we can meet again." "I'm afraid I'm the only one who hopes that, Maverick" that came out bathed in complete disdain, thus making the platinum-haired woman move even further away.

The only comfort I’d receive was when I took my last breath and the lights dimmed behind my eyelids. The elevator doors slid open and I didn’t hesitate to run past him. I didn’t stop until I arrived in my room. I slammed and locked the door behind me–locking myself away from the psycho with the piercing blue eyes and murderous threats. My back hit the door and slid to the floor in defeat. With my time ticking down, I only had two options if I want to stay alive; avoid Judge Jackson at all cost or escape Eden. Escaping would prove difficult. The exits to Eden always changed and I wouldn’t be prepared for the outside world. The best opportunity I had to escape was two days from now when a feas

Without hesitation, Evelyn stepped back, letting the door swing open, and turned toward the dining table, beginning to set it up for Maria’s arrival. As she was busy, she heard footsteps approaching behind her, but she didn’t turn around. Suddenly, Henson’s arm slipped around her waist from behind, and he buried his face in the crook of her neck, sniffing her scent and sighing contentedly. Then he whispered, “I miss you so much, Eve. I keep thinking about our last night together — I miss your touch, being inside you.” Evelyn remained still, showing no reaction. Henson’s kisses found her neck and shoulder, but she didn’t move away. She stood motionless.

Flying down the stairs like morning had been awaiting her instead of the other way around. He wouldn't breathe a word to her but if she was being fed to the wolves, the irony noted, and wolves being Mikhail and Noah. He'd help her get even. "Hello Nessa. Flying off somewhere?" Vanessa turned around to see Evan, his arms covering the top length of the couch, head lolled back, eyes closed. She had expected him, just not this early. "Early bird, aren't you?" She had Noah. Now, she also had a friend in the name and form of Evan Ryder.

Holding his sister close, Evan silently vowed to himself to despise the father who left them in anguish. Back in the present, Evan opened his eyes and took a deep breath, gazing up at the evening sky through the vast glass window. Upon arriving at Cooper Villa, Evan entered his home after a long day at the office. The first sight that greeted him was his father, sitting on the sofa with Camilla, enjoying tea. Grandma wore an ever-present smile of contentment. Evan scanned the room but couldn't find his mother anywhere. With a deep breath, he continued forward, purposefully avoiding any eye contact with his father. "Evan, come and greet your father. After all, he has returned after so many ye

"He's an incredible writer. He let Pat read a couple of his short stories, and she gave them to me. They were real dark, but beautiful. One was about what goes on in the space between moments of time. It was called 'The Second Hand.' He had this character who suddenly begins to live between the moments, and finds that there is more going on there than in normal time." "Sounds interesting. What made the story dark?" "The guy was in the last hour of his life. But it took him a year to live it." "Did the guy know it was his last hour?" Ray hesitates. He must know Seymour is not well. "I don't know, Lara." He has not used my name before. "Call me Sita," I say, surprising myself. He raises an eye