Chris Evans And The New Normal の小説・ストーリー

Every muscle in my body went still. “We lost connection with her yesterday,” he continued. “Evans has increased private security. Two armed units rotating. Restricted access to the upper floors.” My jaw tightened, though my voice remained level. “And the wedding announcement?” “He’s preparing a public statement. Engagement confirmed. Marriage imminent.” Silence settled across the room. Evans thinks he has won. I felt it then, not rage, not panic, but something colder, something sharpened. “He thinks he has won,” I said quietly.

A movie. Well if it was a dream I don't want to wake up. What the hell was I doing?! He is going to get married or maybe he has already gotten married! I was about to pull away, but he held me tighter. "Stay still." He ordered. Don't know why but my body obeyed that command, my body was betraying me. After what seemed like hours, we pulled away. But I was surprised by the death glare he sent to me. "What the hell were you thinking? I never thought you were that stupid." He spat out.

He grabbed her waist and leans her hips. We watched how shamelessly they were both grinding on each other. "Who's that guy?" E.v asked. "He's Aiden Christopher, the new guy... I think he's parents are lions in the world of business... He's a cool guy, Isn't he?" Ril answered. Instead of being jealous, E.v continued discussing and soon, entered our classes. ⚡⚡⚡⚡⚡⚡⚡⚡⚡⚡⚡⚡

“Why do you guys keep gossiping when the hosts are grieving? If you came just to gossip, you can do it somewhere else.” Diana turned her head as a familiar voice stopped all the whispers that had originally been buzzing like mosquitoes. From the outside, entered Evan and Maya with calm and harmonious steps. However, people's attention was more on Evan as the couple walked up to them. The man who should have been told he won't survive until the end of next year, who was diagnosed would live with a wheelchair for the rest of his life, is now standing on his two feet and looking healthier than most of the people. With intense training, Evan has regained some of his muscle mass. Evan was like go

"Evans it's ok. It was funny, alright? Don't act any different around me now, just because you know it. I would hate that. And I feel embarrassed enough about everything as it is." "No need to, my Statement girl. Well, I'll grab that shower now then. I have nothing planned for today, so if you need me just let me know." "How about us hanging out with N*****x, today?" Evans is already on his way to the door as he turns around. "N*****x and chill?" I throw a pillow at him laughing. "Idiot." "Hey, that's not fair. You wanted me to act normal", he chuckles. "Ok, I'll put up with N*****x as it is for today. But only if it's nothing cheesy."

He dressed, avoided his reflection this time, and stepped back into the apartment with the energy of a man walking to his execution. Ethan was still in bed, sheets pulled low around his waist, abs peeking from beneath the blanket like they’d done absolutely nothing wrong. Lucas cleared his throat. Ethan cracked one eye open. “Morning, counselor.” “Don’t.” Ethan blinked. “Don’t what?” “Don’t act like this is normal.” Ethan yawned and stretched both arms above his head, which only drew attention to the curve of his torso. “Define normal.” Lucas glared. “We… that was a mistake.”

Adrian leaned back, watching the water ripple, feeling full and tired in the best way. Evan sat close enough that their shoulders brushed, but not close enough to cage him in. Adrian’s voice was quiet when he said, “I don’t get it.” Evan tilted his head. “Don’t get what?” “How you can be this…” Adrian gestured vaguely at the day around them, the laughter and the pastries and the easy silences. “This normal. This… good. And still…” He trailed off, unable to say the word—obsessed.

“Still. You went to war for me.” “I’d do it again. Ten times.” He nods. “I know.” We don’t hug—never have. But he flicks a hospital Jello cup at me with a smirk. I dodge, barely. We both burst out laughing like kids in detention. “By the way,” Chris says, “Evelyn stopped by last week. Brought muffins. Still the best damn baker in the city.” “Don’t I know it.” “She seemed… different. But not in a bad way.”

He’s a man who just lost everything he put his effort on and he’s keeping it together - so damn well. I hope he knows how proud I am of his courage. Every day, I aim to remind him that he’s not alone. We are in this together, no matter what the future will bring. This situation is fucked up and I hate it… I hate everything, but I have no right to be mad at the world. And I hate it even more. ~~ A week has gone by and Evan remained calm and collected through all these ordeals. He continued to work on his company’s project. ‘Life won’t stop for me.’ I remember him telling me over dinner on our first night back here in New York.

Giovanni gives a low laugh, “That's really a shame… weren't you trying so hard to be related to a politician, Mr. Evans?” Giovanni presses a new button on the remote — and the television turns off. The hazel eyes finally turn to the guest, who remains quiet, sitting on the sofa with his shoulders shrugged. James' expression is desperate, there are even some deep dark circles under his eyes. His complex really looks awfully pale and frightened. But of course, it's understandable that his appearance isn't the best. Two weeks have passed since Emily's wedding, and the future of EVANS inc. is uncertain. Actually, it's quite certain — If things keep going this way, they will go bankrupt.