Reading Evening Post Novels & Stories

***************** NOAH Amelia! Hearing her name alone left a sour taste in my mouth. Unfortunately for me, her name was all I ever heard these days on the news, the television, social media, and on the lips of all the blind fools who saw her as a rising star in the world of event planning and management. I hastily exited the post that had been made about her, which someone had tagged me to. The post said something about her hosting a party at an event center tonight. I flung my phone on the center table.

The day after the gala, the Headinberg estate was enveloped in a deceptive quiet. The morning sun filtered through the high windows, but the atmosphere inside was thick with the aftermath of the previous night’s revelations. In the morning room, the large television was tuned to the entertainment news, the volume just high enough to fill the silence.

Evelyn’s POV I was quick to regret ever getting out of bed that morning. The moment I sat down at the dining room table for my morning coffee, I was given a pile of the latest regional newspapers, along with several tabloids. And low and behold, yours truly had made the front cover of every single one. The headlines were utterly ridiculous. ‘Pack Leader Silverwood Becomes a Lone Wolf.’ ‘Region’s Lovebirds Fly Their own Separate Ways!’ ‘Silverwood Heiress Rises to The Top. Alone.’

Miller & Co, Writer’s POV: The evening descended swiftly, hastened by the overcast sky throughout the day. Most employees had already departed with the close of regular hours, leaving only those on the night shift who had recently arrived. Exiting Mr. Miller’s cabin, Richard informed Evelyn about the conclusion of his meeting. “His meeting is over, Ma’am. You can go in now,” he stated before heading towards the elevator. An irritated Evelyn entered her uncle’s cabin, only to discover him deeply engrossed in a conversation with Viaan.

I wanted to just tell you first too. Lena leaned back in her chair. Outside, the Edinburgh evening was doing what Edinburgh evenings did in November. Dark at four, cold at five, the city's lights coming on in stages until the whole place was lit up in orange and amber. She had closed the curtains earlier. She'd started making two cups of tea at a time so the second one would still be warm when she finished the first.

That evening, New York was honest with me. Not generous. Not romantic. Honest. The sky hovered between light and shadow. It was the kind of hour when truth slips through the cracks because everyone is distracted by the transition into night. Offices dimmed, restaurants filled, and the city exhaled ambition and fatigue equally. I made the call knowing exactly when to do it. Early evening in New York meant late night in Paris, a time when people let their guard down just enough to reveal their true beliefs. Vivian Hart would be seated somewhere expensive, likely near a window, with her wine untouched and her posture perfect.

EPISODE THIRTEEN THEME: Finding a job TWO MONTHS LATER OLIVER SCOTT HOME It was on Sunday evening and there is no much to do. Oliver, Ryan and Eretia had dinner around 6:30 p.m. They all sat around the glass table filled with stack of advert papers.

ALEX It was four in the morning. Grayson and I were sitting in my office, constantly refreshing the main news sites and checking the most trending business topics on the net. Several hours earlier, we had released Ravenford Corporation's statements, and we helped spread the revelations about Lapis Arena Industries and the accidents their products caused. Now, all we could do was wait. We hoped that the Lapis Arena topic would become trendy until the morning. Only then would all news reporters dig deeper into the subject. Otherwise, it would be Ravenford Corporation and the catastrophe investigation's results that would become the news of the day…

I still chose to take it easy and take a moment to look before opening it. Normal envelope but looks like it will be loved. It was small and had paper inside. I opened it and the time and events for tomorrow unfolded before me. GET READY FOR LAST NIGHT. 'RED PARTY'. What caught my attention was the highlight of the event and its time which was past 10 PM.

They clinked glasses, and the wind carried that small sound gently through the square. A validator posted a simple message at dawn: “I don’t remember what the founder’s face looks like. But I remember how it felt to vote for something that mattered.” That post received no likes. But it was bookmarked 10,000 times. Late Night – Sophie and Freya Sophie and her mother sat on the inn balcony after most of the town had gone to sleep. The air smelled like rosemary and firewood. “You’re glowing,” Freya said. “You’re relaxed,” Sophie replied.