Chris Evans Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“What?” “She asked if you’re insane,” Chris said, his face ruddy with temper, which was both attractive and gratifying. “But personally, I’m impressed. You’ve managed to figure out a way to be unfaithful to Ava and Olivia at the same time. Maybe for your next trick you could torture a puppy to death.” “Now, wait—” Ethan began. Chris cut him off, running a hand through his hair. “What has happened to you people while I was gone? I catch my sister with a branding iron in her hand, and you stand there talking about breaking and forming mating bonds like you’re changing your shoes.”

“How could I not? How many others would have taken what happened to Logan’s mom and worked tirelessly to turn it into a positive?” He raked a hand through his hair and continued, “I don’t know if anyone else would have jumped right into trying to find a cure. It’s remarkable and… so are you. I guess what I’m trying to say is… I’ve always had a crush on you, Evelyn. I think it’s about time you know it too now that it’s calmed down a bit.” Chris’s face had flushed a bright red by the time he had finished. It was an endearing stain on his cheeks, and he flexed his hands anxiously.

And her every wish is my command. "Okay, better you know what's going on here.." I muttered to him. Once we were inside a private room, he locked the door. "Chris…" He had a guilty expression. "So you know about this… Right?? But, why Dad?? I love Eva, not her nerdy sister, Ava. Where's my Eva?? Why did you trap me in this??" I shouted in frustration. Dad exhaled deeply for a second and held me by shoulder and said, "Chris... Let me explain it. Eva… She ran away from here at the last minute…"

But Angelina pressed, "Dad, what if Eva seduces Ethan? She is pretty, and she already broke off with her ex." "That's not possible. Ethan doesn't like women. So he won't have anything to do with her. Can you stop talking about Eva here? We are all here to celebrate your birthday. So don't bring any unimportant discussion," Dad stated, and my sister sighed. "Fine. Let me keep these presents in my room. I will join you all soon." My sister marched away and climbed the stairs and we all waited for her return. Festus and his wife joined us, as Chris sat close to me.

"You Don't have the right to say that about me,I don't know who you are,you just held me hostage here against my own will,I am lost in everything that is happening,you married me without asking for my opinion and you expect me to feel free with you,I am fed up with everything that is happening,I can't take it anymore" Chris was surprised with her sudden outburst but he was more surprised that she had the effrontery to raise her voice at him,not only that,she poured juice on him.A whole Chris Vegas, nobody has ever done that before. "Seems like I am going to enroll her in a school where she would be taught about me, that's the only way she would know who she is messing with"he thought to hims

I'm not crossing that line, even though I really, really want to. There's a jolt as the Ferris wheel stops. I glance around, realizing that we're at the top; the cars to either side of ours are slightly lower. "You know," says Evans, his gaze innocently fixed on the horizon, "one of my fantasies is being stuck with you at the top of a Ferris wheel, and making you come with my fingers." My breath catches in my throat. He continues, his voice low, dirty, filthy. "I'd get close to you, like this..." He slides to the side, closing the space between us so that his arm brushes mine. "And I'd slide a hand up your skirt to touch you."

, Chris said, letting out a loud, piercing laugh. “Oh, so now Valerie’s sent you to do her dirty work, huh? How pathetic. She’s got you dancing on a string, and you’re just a mindless puppet eager to please her. Newsflash, Chris, you’re nothing but a doormat for her to wipe her feet on. And I’ve heard you’re treating her like your personal trophy, polishing her ego and feeding her insecurities. How cute. Take my leftovers brother, go ahead. You’re welcome to the trash I’ve discarded. Enjoy being her second-hand man, her Plan B, her consolation prize”. As soon as the words left Chase’s lips, Chris’ face turned beet red with rage. His eyes bulged, and his massive fists clenched into deadly wea

In her defense, she needed an evil side to stay ahead of the chaos he, his brothers, sister, and father would otherwise cause. "This is not what I had planned for the evening," he muttered, his fantasy of Jill doing a strip tease on the back of his eyelids fading fast. "Thank goodness, I say. Some of us are tired of you moping about like a lovesick puppy." "I do not mope," Chris retorted. "I pout." His lower lip jutted far enough to make his mother snicker. A chuckle shook him. "Sorry about the bad moods. It's just, since I've met her ?"