Walker Evans Novels & Stories

Ludo walked to the bus station blaming herself for everything. Evan called her. She looked at her phone and hated herself more. While she was busy romancing with Evan, Hunter had been killed. She loathed what she had become. “What?” She answered the phone. “Hey, what’s the problem? You sound cold,” Evan said. “State your business.” “Can I see you?” “Why?” Evan became quiet. “I want to talk in person. Where are you?” “Going to town.” “Let me find you at Society park.” Evan said.

He asked and I was grateful for that but I didn't show it. If they wanted to get into my brain and see what I was thinking, it was all well and good. I knew that there must be a camera somewhere that would transmit what we would be doing to the elders or two, this doctor would record everything and let them watch later. Whatever he decided to do, I was good as long as he could certify that it wasn't me who was turning the werewolves forsaken and I also wanted to catch the culprit. “I am Doctor Evans. You can call me Eva. As you can tell, I am an omega and I am gay.

“Well, do you want to fool us? Last time we were fooled by you, this time we won’t fall for your trick again. Don’t think we don’t know that Evan is already in a vegetative state. He has been unconscious for more than three months. How can he wake up? Hurry up and hand over Evan. He is my nephew. I have the right to take responsibility for him.” “That’s right. It was you guys who played tricks last time.” “Mr. Miller and Mrs Miller, you are just in time. Mr. Carter has woken up. If you don’t believe me, you come and take a look.” Lola and I fell silent. We looked at each other and disbelief. I thought inwardly, ‘How could this be possible? Didn’t they say Evan has become a vegetable? Moreove

He sang before walking near him. “How are you feeling anyways, for having this one week independance?” Evan wiggled his eyebrows before pulling out his gun. Viso gave him a look before rolling his eyes and walking towards the basement where Evan held his victim captive. Evan chuckled before following him. “Fuck! I thought She prohibited you from performing your favorite skills too.”

she continued. Evans’ eyes flickered to the other elders, then the elder standing before him. “I… I am not hiding anything.” The female elder raised her hand slightly, and he kept quiet. “Your name?” “Evans… Evans Miller,” Evans replied calmly. The immediate reaction from the elders and most of the other people made Evans realize something: that name carries weight. “Blood doesn’t tell lies,” a male elder proclaimed, his gaze fixed on Evans. Before anyone could react, footsteps were heard. Everyone turned their attention to the entrance. The footsteps were light, and a man who looked like he was in his late forties entered with a woman. Then… Jasmine.

His phone kept ringing but it was like he couldn't hear it. He only snapped out of his daze after the driver announced they had arrived. Evans walked step by step to the house, he punched in the passkey and entered with a gentle pace, but if you saw him well, you would easily notice his rough steps. Immediately he locked the door, he slumped down on the floor with his back resting on the door, then buried his head between his legs. His shoulders shook but Evans didn't shed a single tear. He had said he wouldn't cry anymore, he had promised himself he wouldn't care or get hurt anymore but…

I tried to speak, but my throat was so dry. Eve quickly leaned closer and gave me a sip of water. "Don’t speak, just eat.” Her face was pale, but she forced a gentle smile. I looked up at her and whispered, "Eve, you’re alive. I’m so glad." She nodded, tears in her eyes, and tore off another piece of meat, pressing it to my lips. I clenched my mouth shut, shaking my head frantically. Eve’s gaze was firm. "Emma, you need to stay alive. There’s hope as long as you’re alive."

I only had ten minutes left to go when a customer came in that made my heart sink even further. Vic Evans was a local guy, a couple of years above me in high school, and he had it out for me in the worst way. For some reason, despite my bad moods, and loner personality, he seemed to think I should want him, like every other woman in town. I wanted nothing to do with him, and that fact drove him wild.

How did he look, as she interrupted me? Will you just let me finish, I replied. Okay, continue then, I’m sorry just anxious, that is all. Oh, I can see that I mentioned to her. Anyway, have you heard of the company Evans Inc? Oh my goodness, yes I certainly have, they own several jewelry stores and a couple of car dealerships. Yes, that is him, Shane Evans the Multi-Billionaire.

Pete said as I walked with him to my car, a black Rolls Royce Phantom. "What about it? Jacob Stone agreed to the deal last night for us to partner and also to join hands in software development," I said, but Pete nodded. "I understand, sir," Pete said, a 30-year-old man. "So what happened?" I asked him, seeing that he had something more to say. Just then, I saw Eva Brooks rushing out of the hotel. She didn't take a look at me in the driveway. She ran out speedily like she was under fire, but I couldn't stop staring at her until she was gone.