All About Eve Novels & Stories

With our hands touching, he got flashes of last night, and I saw the fear in his eyes. “What the fuck are you?” He asked me. “I am Eve. Luna of the Golden Moon pack. A pack you are not to mess with if you want to live.” I told him. “I already said I won’t mess with your pack. I promise that I won’t mess with your pack. I have given everything I took back, and no one can take it away from you.” I already know that. “Good, now just breathe.” I told him, and he followed my instructions. I let him go after a minute and turned to Axel, who was watching us with an amazed expression.

“That’s because they think that’s all there is for you in this little picture-perfect bubble of Santo. He’s the best of a bunch of hormonal assholes. He’s like a sickly sweet little puppy who would never say boo and probably the only remaining homme virgin among his age group while he waits and pines on his one true love to accept it.” Eve’s expression is that of someone licking lemons, and as much as I want to argue with her and defend him, it's kind of true.

Eve’s POV I climbed off his lap and straightened my shirt, suddenly feeling awkward for reasons I could not explain. "Right, so we should plan things. We only have a month, less than a month, actually. We need to figure out the ceremony and the photos and the announcements and I need to call Marguerite and…" "Eve." Devin's voice was calm. "Breathe." I took a breath. "Sorry… I'm just…This is happening…This is actually happening."

Eve was familiar with that look each time she was talking about another man. “Yes.” Her reply was simple. “Let’s go then. Let’s go meet Mr. Grey.” There was a traffic jam on the way, with Wesley driving, he appeared to be impatient and if he could fly over the traffic he could have. Eve stared at the fleet of cars and over at the billboard which was having a picture of Sadie in an advert. She scoffed. “The crazy girl.” She looked away and stared back at Wesley. “That girl, who is she?” She stared at her nails and was picking out the dirt from them.

Turning to face the others in the room, Eve put her hands together and smiled at them, saying, “I appreciate everything you’ve done for me, and I hope I can repay the favor one day.” “Just seeing the look on Mother’s face when she sees you will be payment enough for me,” Michael said, grinning at her. Julia laughed and said, “I second that.” Bella nodded and said, “Plus, I can’t wait to see Sabrina’s face when she sees you.” “You mean she’s going to be there, too?” Eve asked with a groan. “I would bet anything on that,” Bella told her. Eve rolled her eyes and said, “Great. Just another thing for me to worry about.”

" Jack, are you okay " Eve said grabbing my body which had been lying in the pit " Am, am fine " my head hurt and was spinning " Good, because we have bigger problems, " she said and there was a big dark cloud rolling this way I got to my feet and tried to remember to run " Don't, I have been doing that for a while now it's like it wants us to be together " she cried holding my hands tightly in fear, " what now, " I asked

And it was igniting a fire inside me, like it always did. Gone was the sweatpants set and I put on the black lace lingerie set and black platform studded heels for the stage performance I would be having. It also came with matching satin gloves and a mask. I applied dark red lipstick and I liked the way it put everything together. I was ready. And I heard my name being called. Time for Eve to dance. …

she says. “ That has to come special, I want our wedding night to be special, I want to undress you in front of the mirror, take you to bed, make you feel like a queen “ he says as he moves his fingers in and out, the pleasure had taken over Evelyn that she didn’t even hear every of what her husband was saying to her. Evelyn mom and her father stood discussing. “ By this time of Wednesday the news of her death would fill the headlines” her mother says.

And everything about it felt absolutely right. End of Part One: Runaway Billionaire

Twenty-four years and counting, the journey was a long one, but she figured out each passing day, one day at a time. “Almost time, guys,” Bhavini called out. She was the princess of the Yadav household; Dark, full hair, the most banging body and a perfect figure eight. Isha always tried as much as she could to shut her third eye whenever Bhavini came around or when she heard her voice, but she always felt something disturbing.