Chris Evans Novels & Stories

“You’re calling the cops?” “No, I’m calling an ambulance. You said there are children. They need medical attention, we can report the accident later. Write down your details, please.” He handed me a black notebook. The front is embossed with gold lettering. Greyson Elliot. Slack-jawed, I glanced at the notebook, then cast my gaze over the God before me. It can’t be? It’s not possible. He has Greyson’s eyes but nothing else. Greyson Elliot is a scrawny, acne-ridden geek and dirt poor. And I haven’t laid eyes on him in a decade.

Jackson pushes, unyielding. “Eh … sort of like Captain America.” A beat of stunned silence. “But younger.” There’s a sound — a cross between a grunt and a chuckle — then Lee mutters, “Great. We’re looking for Chris Evans’ baby brother.” The twins burst out with identical snuckles, half laugh, half snort. The sound is so uncanny that it sends shivers down my spine. “Why are you with them?” Enrique asks, his voice gravelly, dangerous.

I asked, hoping I remembered his name right. "Livie showed me pictures of him holding his grandbabies. From what I know, he's about four hundred years old, and he looks like he's in his forties. If he was human, of course." I said, stating the obvious, making her chuckle. "Yeah. No kidding. Did you know he's best friends with the king of our region? The guy is what... three thousand years old! He looks like he's in his early thirties. And my goddess, he's so freaking sexy!" she says, making me chuckle.

He promised me that he would consider me for the role if I completed my training, but what did I expect from a beast who has murdered three of his wives? I clench my jaw, then look at the two men in front of me; both imposing and tall with the air of Russian royalty about them. Kai Volkov was everything the rumours said and more; tall, built like a panzer tank, and no emotion evident in his blue eyes. The intimidation in his scent is enough to keep me submissive because, truth be told, he scared the Hell out of me. The other one, Viktor, not so much. He seems more like the bookish type, not a warrior, but I wouldn’t fuck with him either way. The Blood Crest pack didn’t have a terrible reputa

he explained. Tate's grip on my hand tightened. "Grayson White? I spoke to him on the phone last week. He was giving me the update on that whole deal. I'm Alpha Tate Pines by the way. I apologize for my first impression. My mate and I were in a private quarrel before all of this," he said diplomatically. I rolled my eyes and took my hand away from his. "Actually, he was just being an asshole and I was being pissed," I corrected with a smug look. Kai chuckled and patted my back. "You're just like your mother.

" Ivy said. Never in a million years would she have imagined herself and Chris Evans spending an hour together talk more of a whole night. "Stop being so shocked and just give us the juicy juice... How was it? Did he make you scream? Is he as good as we think he should be? Come on and tell us already!!" Gianna pressed for gossip. Which is Normal. Chris Evans is someone that his name would always appear on the entertainment news. He could be considered one of the richest men in the world. At 27, he had managed to grow his family's company from a group to a chain. People claim he took over when he was just seventeen years old but

The man clapped him on the back. "I'm Chris, nice to meet you!" he said with a wide smile. "Evan, from Indonesia!" Evander replied with a faint smile. Chris's eyes widened at the answer. "Wow, Evan!" he exclaimed admiringly. "Indonesia, have you been here long?" he continued, asking enthusiastically. "Nah! Only a few weeks," Evander replied. Chris nodded, listening. They then fell into a light conversation about their wives, occasionally punctuated by Chris's boisterous laughter at his own jokes.

He looked at me, eyes wide, as if he’d seen a ghost, and I simply shrugged. “Ryan, she doesn’t watch movies or follow any entertainment industry news, that’s why…” Eva tried to explain, but I felt a fresh wave of irritation wash over me. I had unknowingly insulted yet another person. I wanted to apologise, but he didn’t give me the chance. He cut Eva off. “I'm Ryan Williams— an actor and singer. Most people know me as Ryan Wills.” he stated, his voice laced with an undeniable edge of annoyance. He was clearly pissed.

“He was a big fan of the Matrix movie, which actually inspired his career path. So, he adopted the name for himself. Very weird guy, I must say. Weird, but smart” “Alright. I won’t trust him that much, but I would hold you responsible if things go south” “There’s nothing to be scared of. You have my words” “Okay then. Tell me more about this our mystery AnonyChris guy” “Yeah! I was coming to that. Turns out his name is Christopher Watkins. Does the name ring a bell?” “Chris…topher Watkins… Christo… Nah! I haven’t heard such before”

Her Dad squinted in confusion, “Eleanor? If I am correct, the human girl that left the city to oversees?” “Yes.” “Okay so what is happening with her? you told me she came back.” “Yes, I told you.” “So?” “Dad, can you believe it? That sick head Alpha Arthur says he is mated to her. I mean Eleanor is a frigging human! I can’t risk Eleanor learning the truth about me and thinking I lied to her the whole time!” Her dad was quiet, and stared blankly. “Dad? Did you hear anything I said at all!” Elisa yelled.