Chris Evans Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Evans was the only one in the room sitting down, and giving Chris a dead stare like he will kill his Spirit at any moment before killing the physical body. He did enjoy Chris' music but not when his supposed girlfriend was screaming the loudest in the room and had a crush on him. He is a goner. "He isn't even more good looking than me, women!" He muttered to himself and scuffed. "Can I have a fan to dance with, any one, hot , beautiful?" Chris asked searching for the lucky fan. Lots of hands were in the air but then his gaze met Evans then he saw Kate blushing but no hands up.

“Heh! Very ambitious dream.” Chris and Eric scoffed in unison. “What? You want to send me to prison?” Eva’s lips curled up in disdain “Is that why you have such an impressive line up?” “Prison???” Chris let out a shallow laugh “Wouldn’t that be letting you off too easy??” “Do I look that easy to bully?” Chris turned his gaze towards Eva; his gaze had the flames from hell, enough to burn her into eighteen levels of hell.

He sighed and looked away. “I would never rat out Haven, I would never tell anyone that … what did Eve say happened,” he asked. “She has no fucking clue, says she thought everything was roses and then you just ghosted her, after dropping twenty-five grand in her school account towards tuition.” Chris’ expression completely changed and he abruptly stood up, and went to the window. “That fucking bitch,” he said. I jumped to my feet, “she’s my WIFE so watch your fucking mouth!” I balled my fists, ready to deck him, wouldn't have been our first fight. He immediately turned around and put his hands in the air.

His eyes were full of undisguised disgust for Maria, but they were also full of dissatisfaction with Evans, who tried to force him as the Alpha of the Black Mountain Pack. "Tell me, Evans, what are your demands?" "In fact, I hope you can forgive Chris." Amidst the astonished gazes of everyone, Evans lowered his eyes expressionlessly. "And please forgive me and my daughter for the offense against Chris just now."

She ran over to him and helped him sit up. “Fun fact, I can’t run,” Chris said, laughing under his breath. “You’re an idiot for trying,” said Heather. “I saw Evan run past here. He looked somewhat excited.” “Somewhat is not a strong enough word to describe that kid’s energy,” Chris replied, standing up. “Chris, he’s a year younger than you. You can’t really call him a kid.” “I can call him whatever I see fitting,” Chris stated. “Never mind that! What was he so excited about?” Heather asked.

“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 could only pray that Jake would escape prison and mend his relationship with Syila. *** “I've thrown away the cell phone, sir.” Evan smiled faintly. “Good then.” Evan rose from his seat. “You've made sure there aren't any fingerprints left at all, haven't you?” “As you ordered.” Chris cleared his throat uncomfortably. “Why did you edit the video, then send it to your own sister? Wouldn't it be better if we supported their marriage?” “I'm just teaching them a little lesson, because both of them have gone too far.” Evan's expression was so flat, it looked like he didn't feel sorry at all.

The air rang with the sounds of my fury – the crunch of bone, the thud of bodies hitting the ground, and the desperate shouts of those who tried to stop me. Suddenly, Christopher appeared, a smug grin spreading across his face like a malevolent shadow. "Ah, Lorenzo," he said, his voice dripping with amusement as he watched my approach. "You're just in time for the grand finale." "Bring Eva to me, now!" I demanded, my voice reverberating through the air. Christopher chuckled, his eyes dancing with a sinister delight. "She doesn't want to leave. She's mine now." Before I could respond, Eva emerged from the mansion, her presence stealing the breath from my lungs. She was wearing a provocative d

“I told you that wasn’t me. You clearly have another enemy.” She snorted, unable to help herself. “I know you claimed that early on, but later you forgot you’d said that. I don’t think that’s going to help you now.” Chris’s amazing eyes narrowed, but he didn’t dispute her statement. “Are you planning to press charges?” he asked, his tone as banal as if they were merely discussing the weather. “Of course. I’ll have nightmares for years about that drone.” He nodded. “I loved him, you know. Christopher and I had something special. Did you ever care for him?”

I didn't want to read too much into words spoken at a reunion, where emotions were already running wild. "If stares could kill, I'd be six feet down already. I mean Eva's stare could burn a hole at any moment from now," I said quietly, glancing around the hall. He nodded. "You never wanted anyone to get funny ideas about you, and you did well to keep your reputation clean," he said, smiling, though the smile felt forced somehow. "I heard she's dating Chris now," he added. I gasped. "Really?" He nodded. "Yeah." "Wow," I exclaimed.