Chris Evans Novels & Stories

She is definitely not leaving the club again. "Are you a fan?"he asked, taking a cigar from his case. "A die hard fan, I had his photocards, never met him in person, I had a crush on him too"she replied excitedly. "Interesting" Evans grunted and drank from his wine. Chris started performing under the influence and dancing erotically to the music. "My favorite song at the moment!" She screamed in tears,and looked at Chris in admiration. 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 was a veritable legend in baseball, and it was rumored this would be his last year before he retired. “Cece! You should have just come on in. Noah got held up by an interview, but he wanted you to come on back.” Celia walked over and gave the catcher a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. “Good game, Chris. You’re looking as awesome as ever.” The big man actually blushed. He glanced up at Evan, and Evan was convinced the guy scowled at him. “Oh, Chris, this is Evan Reese. Evan, this is Chris Davies, the Tide’s star catcher.” “Yes, I’m well aware,” Evan said. “Great game. I’ve watched you a lot of years.” “You Evan Reese who makes the sportswear?” Chris asked.

"Yeah, yeah. You're one to talk. I saw how you got all excited when what's-his-face appeared. Surprised you didn't need to run and change into a pair of new panties." Cassandra fidgets in her bucket seat and turns to face me, her index finger directed towards me. "First of all, what's-his-face is Annakin Skywalker and he is hot. And secondly, if you thought that was bad, you would never want to see me watch a movie with Chris Hemsworth, especially if the movie involves him losing his shirt. Seriously, the Government should make it a law to where that man can't wear a shirt. Ever." To add a little dramatic to her fan obsessing self, Cassandra bats her long lashes and pretends to fan herself.

I fix myself. We park and exited the car. We enter the elevator and go to the 12th floor of the building. "Mr. Brooklyn!" An old man shouted. Hilary's dad and the old man bro hug each other and shake hands. "Here's my daughter Hilary." I bowed and shake hands. "And here's my son, Richard." A five-foot and nine inches tall guy wearing a mask extends his hand. I shake hands with him. "So let's talk about the wedding?" My eyes almost got out in my eye socket. "WEDDING!?"

I nodded scratching my ears. "Liked what you saw?" His sexy smirk is enough to drive me insane. "Chris Evans is way better than you!" I snickered beside him. "Aren't girls more of Chris Hemsworth type?" He asked me. "Nah! I'm different. Don't worry Chris Evans has the best abs and also I love Chris Hemsworth too." I said dreamily as he huffed and went out. I stood there chuckling. To be honest, he is worth more than my celebrity crush. He is more real and good. I was happier than yesterday. All I could think of he doesn't remember it and I hope he tells me openly about his feelings. It was Sunday and everyone is chilling at Cart

Keyah asked, eyes wide in alarm. “I look like Danny fucking DeVito. She could have made me look like Chris Hemsworth, or Chris Evans, or Chris Pratt even. Any of the Chrises. But no! Danny DeVito.” He balled his hands into fists and almost rammed them down on the vanity table, stopping himself just in time. Keyah gingerly went to stand behind him to study his reflection in the mirror. “You look the same to me. And you’re better looking than all the Chrises put together.”

He plays the footage from the camera flash he got from the lab. We carefully watch everything in the video. Alpha Tate’s wolf wasn’t comfortable seeing it again, he’s growling and radiating anger energy from his body, but we had to watch it. It’s the only way to know who these scientists are. “There.” He points at the screen. Oliver pauses the video, taking it back a little and stops at the face of one of the doctors. “Isn’t that Justin’s father?” Oliver asks, staring at the screen intensely. He does look exactly like Justin though.

So I settled for a brief pat on his shoulder. In my defence, I'm a big fan of Robert Downey Jr. and Chris Evans and basically every other actor in the film. In other words, I am a Marvel fan. I had been waiting for this movie to release and I didn't even know that it has already released! I surely need to keep myself up to date. He took out the tickets and gave it to the man standing at the entrance. "To your right, first two seats in the fourth row from down". The man said.

He staggered backwards and crouched to the floor as his ears rang. Then he turned towards the familiar voice. "You almost killed me, Greg!" "I didn't mean that," Greg said. A man in his mid-fifties. He had greying hair and dark eyes. He was of average height and he donned a white lab coat that was reaching his knees and under it, he wore blue jeans and a plaid short-sleeved blue shirt. Greg, also known as Dr. Greg, the latter was the term he was often referred to as. He was a research doctor and a friend of Governor Silas.

Zainy bow his head in defeat and pays his respect to the one and only Maximo Santino. " Iris Saint is all yours Maximo " He said softly.