Mal X Evie Novels & Stories

"You are okay?" Seeing Evelyn's reaction, made Malvin feel very sick in his heart. He immediately walked away to his vehicle which was parked in front of the shop without noticing Alex and Evelyn anymore. Seeing Malvin walking away, Evelyn immediately chased after him. "Malvin!" She shouted. However, Malvin did not care, he still got into the vehicle and drove fast. Evelyn fell to her seat. "Malvin." She muttered, his body shook again, holding back tears. Alex exhaled while still sitting limply in place. Then, after a moment, he walked over to Evelyn.

Mid-tune, he recognized it was something she’d heard from the movie they’d watched. When he peeked around the door into the other bedroom, Evie leapt to her feet but didn’t bark. Following the Sheltie’s gaze, Zoe chirped, “Hi Mr. Jim,” from her position belly down on the bed, her sketchbook and pencils fanned on the comforter before her.

I'm hoping we can start over, get to know each other properly this time. The reply came almost instantly. _'Wow, Evie, that's great! I'm so proud of you for standing up to him. I knew there was more to that Maverick guy than meets the eye. Just be careful, okay? I don't want you to get hurt.'_ Evelyn's heart swelled with affection for her friend. "Always looking out for me," she murmured, tapping out a quick _'I will, Mia. Thank you.'_ before tossing her phone onto the bed and collapsing onto the plush mattress with a contented sigh.

She was weird — and beautiful. “Well, I hope you have the courage now,” I said with a smile I usually don’t wear. She looked at me and then down. “I-I am Evie. Evie Davies.” “Well, welcome Evie. Now, why would he appoint you? I’ve never worked with a female assistant before. What’s so special in you?” She started thinking nervously. To be honest, I was also thinking about why Trev would appoint anyone? Did he do it for me? And does she know where he is?

She lets out a yelp, but it doesn’t stop her—Evadean charges at me again, striking me with such force it sends me flying into the wall of the house. I fall to the ground and try to get my bearings. I notice Malachi still fighting the black wolf, but he has him on the ground pinned and doesn’t hesitate to sink his teeth into his neck, ripping out his throat. Malachi turns to see me, and his wolf’s eyes go wide with worry. He has blood dripping from his mouth and starts to rush to me, when another wolf slams into him. “MALACHI!” I yelled weakly as Evadean stalks towards me to probably finish the job.

March. Eight months old. Evie was everywhere. Crawling. Fast. Into everything. We couldn't turn our backs for a second. "Where is she?" I asked Marcus one evening. "I thought you had her." "I was in the bathroom for thirty seconds!" We found her. Under the dining table. Eating the dog's water bowl. Well, trying to. Water everywhere. "Evie, no!" I said, pulling her out. She looked at me. Smiled.

Her mother made another apology and pulled away her excited daughter before little Evie prolonged the conversation. Mummers of affection soon filled the room at how Lucianne interacted with little Evie. Everyone was throwing warm smiles in hers and Xandar’s way. But Lucianne was blind to all of this because her attention was on Evie the whole time. When Evie was dragged away by her mother, Xandar stood up and held out a hand to his mate as he said, “Come, my love.”

"My physical state is irrelevant. My sole priority is maintaining the stability of this territory and ensuring your survival." "You can't maintain anything if you break yourself in half trying to pretend you're a machine," Evie countered, her voice rising with a mixture of frustration and a sudden, sharp ache in her chest. "Look at yourself! You ran miles through the city, fought two shifters in human form, drove us into the mountains, and you're still standing there acting like you're an item on a spreadsheet!"

In this house where everything unspeakable was allowed as long as it stayed unspoken. Vane’s pupils contracted to pinpricks. I saw the exact second the realization hit him—that I wasn’t guessing. That I knew. I leaned in until my split lip almost brushed his ear. “Does it hurt you to see him like this?” I murmured. “All marked up. Used. Does it make you want to kill me… or does it make you want to remind him who he really belongs to?” Elias whimpered again—soft, broken. He pressed himself harder against the headboard like he could disappear into the mahogany if he tried hard enough.

To identify someone, I didn't have to see their face. "Maxwell," I spat, the resentment building in my chest like a fire just waiting to be started. "What the whirl are you doing here?" Though their gaze stayed chilly and far-off, the person moved forward, a smile curving their lips. "Well, well, Levi," Maxwell said in a low, mocking voice. "Still striving to be the hero, I see. How exactly predictable? I hissed, pushing in front of Evie defensively, "Stay away from her."