All About Eve Novels & Stories

There was no greater bond than that which traversed even fate. Eve had gone to the palace to apply for the position of a maid, and that was the first time she saw him—Prince Malakai of Mooncrest pack, and the most beautiful man she had ever seen. After she got the job she was assigned to HIM as his personal maid. What were the chances? Okay, maybe there was a little bit of fate at play—Just maybe it wasn't all a coincidence. Eve would like to believe it was a coincidence. Fate had never been kind to her—never, which is why she refused to believe that this great thing could be the work of fate.

“Because soon, things are going to change. And when they do… I don’t want you caught in the crossfire.” “Crossfire?” My voice wavered. “Ian, what are you into? What are you talking about” Instead of answering, he smirked faintly, leaning close enough for me to feel the heat of his breath. “Stay close to me, Eve. Or you might just… disappear.” Before I could respond, he brushed past me and disappeared into the night, leaving me trembling at the gate, unsure if the shiver down my spine was fear or something darker. ⸻

They will come around. Across the room, I caught movement, the blond haired woman slipping toward a side door, unnoticed by most. Eve’s eyes followed her for half a second, then returned to me. That wasn’t coincidence. Eve leaned closer again. “That's my P.A Catherine Hayes."" “Ok.” “She will living with us when I move in ,” she said softly. Before I could respond, Ewing Peron spoke again. “Then it’s settled. We move forward.” The meeting dissolved into controlled chaos and quiet threats disguised as congratulations. Eve stepped back into her role seamlessly, speaking with advisors, answering questions, every inch the future Lady of Klein.

At first, thered been confusion. But, Eve, we love you. What is this about? Trent asked from his camera, and I glared. You love me? I shot back, my face red with anger and hurt. Or am I just convenient? Do any of you know Im a real human being? “Eve! What a thing to ask! Of course, we know youre real, Mason started, but I interrupted him. When is my birthday? I asked pointedly, looking straight into the camera on my phone.

“What the fuck, Eve, what the hell did I just read?” Ella exclaimed as she barged into Eve’s room at her apartment the next morning. Eve yawned and sat down on her bed. “What is it? What's so important that you have to wake me up this early in the morning?” “Do you know what I just read on the internet? Goodness. I don't know why we keep getting into trouble upon trouble. Honestly, I'm tired as fuck.” “Show me already. I'm used to bad news now anyway.”

I sighed, glancing at Millicent and Eve walking in our direction. The two women were different. Any man would fall for Millicent. She was a Beyonce. Or maybe a Kim Kardashian. Hot. Very attractive. Smart. Bob described Eve as Lily Collins, and sometimes he mentioned a Nina Dobrev. I didn’t even know who he was talking about.

Young. Beautiful. With silver eyes. Amara gasped. “That’s me.” But Lucian shook his head. “No.” The woman smiled. “She is not you.” She looked at Lucian. “And I am not Aurelia.” Lucian stepped forward. “Then who are you?” The woman reached toward him. “You may call me Eve.” Amara’s expression changed. “The first woman?” Eve nodded. “The first consciousness.” Lucian stared. “What does that mean?” Eve looked toward the newborn universe.

I can't continue thinking like that. " Finish!" Zack says while putting the glass on the table. Eddy and the others shout happy birthday and clap their hands cause he drank it in less than 10seconds. What a strange manner of celebrating a birthday. Well, each one does what he likes. " Take this Tiara!" Eddy said while getting up and hanging a glass of alcohol cocktail to me insisting. " No, I..." I start. " Eddy leaves her, she comes from a Catholic orphanage. I think alcohol is a sin for a little saint like her. It would be bad if she had to pray for her sins one hundred times." Lola said while laughing with her friend.

* * * Eve’s POV * * * We are on our way home, and my stomach rumbles, letting me know I’m hungry. I glance at the dashboard's LED clock; it’s teatime, and it’s been about ten hours since I last ate. The burnt orange sun is setting, cascading jets of orange and red light across the darkening sky as it makes way for the moon. Tonight is a half-moon, but it’s just as beautiful as the full moon we worship. The heavens have opened, and the rain is pouring down.

she said as she wrapped her arms around her shoulders. None of them speak after that. They just stood there watching the night moves thinking about the same thing. That sunday night, where their fitness will be tested. There's nothing she crave more than the power they could have. And that's what make her the first daughter of the great Carmilla Mencia Hewson-Blake. - "I fucking hate summer", Kieran has been ranting about summer and the heat ever since he got out of his room. "And that's enough reason to...", Karma insisted which they both laughed to. "I still don't have something to wear!" she grunted as she jump on her bed again.