All About Eve Novels & Stories

Still at the Christmas Eve event in Bibury Village, The cold air enveloped Bibury Village that night, but the atmosphere remained warm with the happiness that radiated from St. Mary's Church. After the Christmas Eve service, the congregation went straight home. But not for the village teenagers. The teenagers, including Daniel, Stefany, Caroline, Marsha, Filbert, Hugo, Abner, and Pablo, and other friends, gathered in the churchyard with Daniel's two cousins who came from the city.

I couldn’t lie there another second. I threw on sweatpants and headed straight to her bedroom, no knock, no thought—just need. The door was ajar. I pushed it open and froze. Eve stood in front of her vanity mirror, one foot propped on the chair, sliding a stocking up her calf. She was half-dressed—skirt on, blouse unbuttoned just enough to show the lace of her bra. Her face was turned toward the mirror, wand in hand, drawing a perfect wing of eyeliner.

A woman was standing in the corner with her hands behind her back. She stepped forward as we approached. She was middle-aged, with long blond hair and wide brown eyes. Small freckles stood out across her tan cheeks. She was tall and willowy, and movie-star beautiful. I couldn’t help but stare for a moment. “Celeste, hi,” she said, reaching out her hand. I gave it a tentative shake when Alyx roughly nudged me. “Pleasure to meet you. I’m Eve.” “Hi.” She gave me a gentle smile. “Come on, Ronan is waiting.” I guessed that Ronan was the Alpha by the way the other boys stood up straighter.

I cleared my throat to respond and willing my brain back from the fantasy it was living in -Eve, with the thick glasses perching on her nose, her hair bound in a tight bond sitting on her hair, her face squeezed in pleasure bent over my desk as I took her from behind. Eve was hot but after listening to her speak, she was hotter than anything you can imagine. I shifted in my seat to keep my now growing dick down. “Eve Stone, the wife to Sinclair Stone and the now PR of Stone group of companies.” The corners of my lips turned up in a smile. All eyes were on me now and I was fucking glad they saw how in approval and how proud of Eve I was.

EVE I waited for the anticipation to grow so heavy that his hunger to know became insatiable. I had to reveal it to him, which means, just like Raghul’s ancient grand father knew, he must also swear on a blood covenant. “I—” I started off as I looked at him. I had a sly grin on my face to show my unseriousness. “I am Eve Faye, a writer of children's books that has been sold in over 59 countries, and that is it,” I said so innocently in my attempt to mock him.

EVE’s POV 5 years ago. "Ma'am Eve!" I could hear my personal maid yelling my name as she burst into my room. I tried so hard to open my eyes, and a throbbing ache pierced through my skull when they finally flickered open and met the light. Micah was standing by my bedside, looking anxious and worried. "The election is set to commence in 40 minutes. I thought you'd be ready by now. Remember, you have to rehearse your speech before you go out there."