Petunia Evans Novels & Stories

Her emotional blindness baffled him. Heath remembered the night his life had changed forever. He chuckled to himself, remembering his initial reaction as they pulled his battered, 1970, dirt-brown, Chevy Nova up to the abandoned Baptist Church building. "Hmm, you're sure this is the right address," he had questioned skeptically. "Yup," May-Ellen had answered, "We don't rent buildings and waste resources we could put to better use." Her beautiful Auburn hair was tied into pigtails that night. Heath was mesmerized by how they bounced as she spoke. "We find places nobody else wants," she proudly explained. "It's always better to use something that already exists instead of forcing new things in

My emotions got the better of me at her funeral and the next thing I knew the worst storm in history hit Salem. Still to this day, I can't seem to control or harness it properly because of my emotions. So I always have to keep a check on them or the next thing I know, a resident of Salem will be flying past my window. True story! I don't think my neighbor Mr. Peterson has ever recovered mentally. I'm sure for a moment he thought he'd developed the ability to fly until he ended up face-planting our other neighbor Mrs. Percy's rose bush - ouch!

He revealed. Of course, I was the father. I thought, a smug smile playing on my lips. "Okay, anything else?" I prodded. "No sir," He said. "Except you would like me to give you some information about her best friend, Lucy Evans." Lucy Evans. Maybe that was the woman who had come to hug her outside the hospital. "Go on," "She's the same age as Miss Helen and they've known each other for the past twenty six years now. She stayed with Lucy Evans for some time before getting her own place. Lucy evans works as a software developer and has been in a rel-"

The second day, earlier at the office, Eva had a great morning while discussing and sending the approved blueprints of her work to the Woodlands Company through email. It was a great start. Later that afternoon she had received a big bouquet of calla lilies. She was hell shocked. No one sent anything to her ever. Her parents were dead and she had not have any relatives or friends. She was brought up in an orphanage since birth. She had worked her ass off to reach at the position that she was on right now.

{Martha's POV} “You deserve it, Martha,” Mrs. Evans said as we pulled away from the hug. I still couldn’t believe it, everything felt like a dream. “Thank you so much, Mrs. Evans. How can I ever repay you?” Mrs. Evans smiled as she gently took my hands, pulling me toward the couch. We both sat down. She squeezed my hands softly and reached over to tuck a loose strand of my hair behind my ear. “You don’t have to repay me, honey. You’ve given me something far more precious,” she said calmly. “By staying here with my son, you’ve given me something I’ve been longing for, a day when he would finally find a girl who loves him genuinely.”

She stood up to take a drink from her mom's office while Mrs Evans smiled at her retreating back. Mrs Evans has stood up and went back to the counter to sort out some documents since her secretary won't be coming in today. She was in the middle of opening the drawer when the door suddenly ding and a tall, young man walked in holding a banquet of flowers, looking quite lost. “Hello! Can I help you?” Mrs Evans asked the young man who was so handsome. “Hello. Are you Mrs Daisy Evans?” The young man asked as a flicker of recognition passed through his face. Mrs Evans nodded in response. She searched her brain for where she could have met him knowing that she could never forget such a handsome f

Eva was working on the freshly bloomed Lady Slipper Orchids in Cloudy Hills Estate. Her flowers had been growing well, and her orders were beginning to pile up. She took every order seriously, no matter how big or small. Eva’s reputation had also begun to grow. She had gradually forgotten about the message Wanda had passed to her via Tyler. Eva had no interest in taking over Lane Enterprise. All she wanted was to live a simple, happy life and watch her children grow up while expanding her flower business. This was enough to make her happy.

Why can’t he pay them to cure Mom? I learned to read novels to Mom back then until she fell asleep. She loves Thomas Hardy, just like Dad. I distanced myself from everything that would remind me of her suffering. This annoying confinement that smelled of alcohol. They tried to hide the irking scent with artificial fragrance from bleach and soap, but it did nothing to my senses. Even from Hardy’s books, I kept a respectful distance because every word, every hard cover, reminds me of her. “Can you direct me where Evan Carter is?” I breathed out at the receptionist. She has a landline trapped on her shoulders and right cheeks. Fingers keep punching on the keyboard.

’ ‘You know what farm girl, I’ve been watching you walk around campus, throwing your weight around like you own the place and I let you be, but don’t think I’m going to let you talk to me like I’m your friend. ‘Okay then leave me alone. Stop calling me Gloria, my name is Petunia and I’m not your grandmother. Your only problem with me is that I don’t bow down to the likes of you. And if you think I disrespect you, once again, take a good look in the mirror. Respect is not a symbol, it is earned.’ I pushed her rudely out of my way and I couldn’t care less what she said or did afterwards.

Penelope's complexion is not very good. She actually doesn't want people to know about her past downfall experiences. After Baiqiao glanced at her, Smiling, she said to Badaire Coman, "Of course, this is actually some of the ugly things about the Evans family. After Dianna married the Evans family back then, she couldn't stand Penelope in any way because she was picky when she was a child. She asked the kitchen to stew spinach for Penelope for a whole month and eat it with rice, citing her desire to break her bad habits. After that, whenever Penelope saw spinach, she felt nauseous