Novel & Cerita Chris Evans Fanfiction

"Hold up, hold up. Four hot chicks are staring our way—four that you know you can score all at once, and you're looking like your dog just died. What's up, man?" "Nothing's up." Lies. "I've just got a lot of shit I've got to take care of." "Is this about Felicity?" Chris asks me. "'Cause if you aren't hitting that anymore, I'll gladly oblige; I'm sure she'd be down for Team Swirl." I laugh. "Man, you can have her. She's fucking crazy."

Did I just perv, on my brother, I mean I’ve always said we never really felt like brother and sister more just the best of friends but still, ew. Just then one of Damon’s friends walked in, Chris. Now Chris was undeniably handsome, even I could admit to that, although I was never actually attracted to him for some reason, definitely never had the same pervy thoughts I just had about Damon – still ew. Chris was tall, tanned, blonde hair, blue eyes, covered in tattoos, every girl in school pined for him, I felt bad for him, I was gonna have to tell him that dad made me beta today and not him. He was the natural choice after all and Damon’s best friend. He laughed on his approach, “haha! What’s

“I knew it. Back then you were always buried in your books—well, to be honest, you still are.” “Wait… is that why everyone was looking at me weird? And why those girls used to say I was some stuck-up bitch? They were talking behind my back because of that?” “Exactly,” Amelia said calmly while continuing her makeup. “Just because I turned someone down when he asked me to the café?” “That someone happens to be the school’s Chris Evans. He’s really popular with the girls.” “Chris Evans? Please—he’s more like Edward Cullen, walking around with his Charlie’s Angels.”

Chris replied, his hand trembling and another hand gripping his phone tightly. "I know, Eve is the mastermind. She influences all of them if she wants something. Try to stay on her good side. " She paused, "Chris, watch her all the time, and someone is stalking her. Find out who. "She said, her voice mixed with anger and care of her. "Yes, Ma'am" " Anyway, Enjoy the trip too, "Serena said, her voice normal and calm before the line went dead. Chris let out a deep, relieved breath and loosened his shirt button. "She's good at twisting the truth," he muttered to himself. He returned to his seat casually and glared at Evangeline before he sat.

I whispered, my voice soft but filled with determination, “it’s me, Sophia. I’m back at work, and I promise you, I’ll finish your project. Your house will be beautiful and ready for you when you wake up.” I glanced at Chris, who stood nearby, his eyes filled with fear. I knew how much Evelyn meant to him, and I was determined to do everything in my power to ensure she had something wonderful to wake up to. Trevis stood by the door, his usual confident disposition softened by the gravity of the situation. “We’ll make sure everything is perfect, Chris,” he said quietly. “Evelyn will have the home she’s always dreamed of.” Chris managed a small, grateful smile. “Thank you, both of you.”

you give it to? “ I asked boldly. I just wanted some answers and maybe…. Closure. I can tell that he was shocked by my question. I can see the mixed feelings and the fact that it’s been ten seconds and he still hasn’t answered. I wanted him to say something, I needed anything. But I knew better. Of course, how will you ask a man to pick his friend over his lover. “Jess I ….” Before he could say anything, a voice interrupted. “Babe” it was Evelyn “Are you not joining ?“ she asked. “Uhm” he could not reply and I know that I put him in a very weird position so I did what was best in the situation…. I started laughing. “Hahaha, Gosh look at your face Chris. I was only joking. I’d never pu

"The girl that Evan was obsessed with for a while, right? He was blowing off Chanel because of her." There was a snort. "He wasn't blowing me off, and he wasn't obsessed with her. Call it a momentary distrac-tion or whatever. She's nothing but a slut that doesn't know her place, anyway. Besides, he's over his distrac-tion now."

"Benedict, I promise you that Clay and I are no more than friends. Even if we're intimate, there are absolutely no feelings involved." Evanna Johnson pushed me away and ordered someone to fetch Clay Armstrong. I saw the trace of lust in her eyes, and my chest tightened. "I can be your cure, too." "We never had a formal wedding ceremony. Do you really think I'm the kind of woman who would use a man's body as medicine?" Her eyes darkened with anger.

Also hoping Eva would understand it was all rumour and gossip made by the media and obsessed fans. That was when Chris learned I was married. His fury was volcanic. He felt betrayed, deceived. Another drama unfolded, another mess I couldn’t control. I was drowning, jumping from one problem to another, with no one to depend on. Damon tried to suppress the Chris rumors, even erased a viral video of us leaving a hotel together. His team buried it under fresh scandals, redirecting the public’s attention. But the damage was already done. And then Eva told me she was pregnant.

In her place, a snapping anger has risen its head to strike. “Let me tell you, Fiona. I wish I’d snatched you up before Ethan had a chance. It’s a shame he got you first, though,” Chris says, shaking the dazed look off his face. His words are polite, but there’s a biting undertone to them that makes me pause. What exactly did he mean by that? I grab a few waters from the mini fridge, watching with shock when Chris does the same thing as he continues speaking, “I can tell you’re loyal to Ethan, so I won’t ask you to leave him.”