War Novels

Ever lived in fear of not knowing who, better yet what you are?Ever lived in fear of harming those you love, those you think love you the most? Evangelina has grown not to bother other people with her problems and this has brought her to confide in very few people. Raised to conquer her fears, she has only told her best friends, Isabella and Andrey about the voices in her head for fear of being called insane.Suddenly things begin to change when her nightmares slowly begin to come to life.Then comes the big question; Is everybody who they say they are? Or are some people wolves in sheep's skin? *************** Made for doom Prologue Eva's POV I had been left home alone again as my five cousins were on vacation with their father and my Aunt Mauda gone to work. At the age of 9, I was used to staying home alone and I could do literally every chore without needing adult supervision or help. As I put the clothes into the washing machine, I thought I heard creaking of the floor boards above as the laundry room was directly under the living area. Being a nine year old, my aunt had continuously told me about my overly imaginative brain and right about now was the time to convince myself that I was imagining the soft foot falls I was hearing. Another creak and I had to gather what little courage I had to go check what was going on up there. Maybe Aunt Mauda was back from work, but it was not like her to come and not call my name on arrival. I made my way up the small staircase that let out in the kitchen. "I don't like this,"I thought I heard someone say in a bored tone. Right then I froze at the top stair and looked back in the laundry room to see if that's where the voice came from. "Yo! I thought we were going to go check on what is in the living area! " I heard another voice say but this time I was sure that it was in my head. "Evangelina, I think now would be the time when you choose whether to find out or hide,"the bored voice said. "Actually I think you should peep then run cause something doesn't feel right,"that was the second voice panicking. I must be surely running mad because I was almost one hundred percent sure that those voices felt like they belonged to two completely different people. And neither of those two voices belonged to me. I finally regained my mobility and stealthily entered the kitchen looking in all directions to make sure that whoever it was hadn't already made their way to me... yet. As I turned to walk into the living area, I was faced with... "Umm... Run! Then again we all know we'll probably get caught anyways. I'm Evy the way," the vo...