Evan Booktok Novels & Stories

Eva exclaims as we walk inside the bookstore and she twirls around, her eyes moving across every corner. "They are just books, Carson, " I tell her as the sweet, musky scent of old books welcomes us and she turns to me with a frown on her face, "What do you mean? They are not just books. This is fucking heaven, Ford. " "It's heaven when I have my mouth on yours, or my cock inside you; I don't think this comes close, Carson. " I tell her with a raise of my shoulder, not caring about my choice of words, but Carson definitely cares as she slaps my arm.

“Please, come sit.” “Can you believe that the full moon is next week?” Evan asked as he eased himself into the Adirondack rocker next to mine. “It seems like it was only yesterday when we sat beneath the last full moon on the back patio to chat. Time sure flies.” “Really? A full moon already?” I frowned. I’d spent so much time dwelling on Peter and Max that I’d lost track of time. “I see that you’re reading a book about a werewolf,” he said as he pointed to the book in my lap. “Do you believe in them?”

I said, making small talk. I finally got the nerve to ask her the real question that was burning into my brain. “So … you and Evan,” I said, raising my eyebrow. “Dude, do you know he’s a grandson to the Greek god, warlock Ben? He’s only 16 but damn what promise. The things he can teach me, in the witch world and in all the other facets of life,” she said, licking her lips. I made my usual puzzled face. I had noticed an accent but outside of that I had no clue what she was talking about. I didn’t have time to ask because Evan appeared and kissed her hand.

But no luck. They found some protein bars. Evan took the entire box and followed her back to the couch. He took two out and gave her one .. putting the others into a backpack she hadn’t noticed. He then poured them both another glass of bourbon then sat down beside her and started eating. Em sat still as a statue. She had to think of something. “Aren’t you gonna eat yours?” He asked. “Yep!” She said .. as normal as she could. “We should grab your biggest coat. It’s freezing out there. And look. It’s starting to snow some more.” Evan said.

before entering another room filled with machines. “What is this?” Eva asked giving the book to Everest. “This was brought to the library just recently, it’s called ‘The birth of disaster’.”

I ask pointing at this book. “This book isn’t a fairy tale,” he looks away. “It's a tragedy. Anyway,” he holds out his free hand. “My name is Evander. I live just outside the woods. If you ever want to get together and talk about books or fairy tales or play some DnD just let me know.” He grins warmly. “It looks like you could use a friend.”

Evan watched longingly, his hands grabbing his stomach as it growled. “I should’ve eaten first,” he whined. “I only had two chicken sandwiches before coming.” “You must be starving,” Zoe rolled her eyes, head shaking in disbelief. With her hands tucked into Jon’s jacket pockets, Zoe allowed the heat of his body to warm her against the chill of the night air. As he cradled her against his chest, fingers brushing through the waves of her chocolate hair, the buzzing in his pocket pulled her from her nerves. Thick brows knitted together as he grasped his phone, eyes widening slightly as he recognized the number on the screen. Booker.

I closed the door behind me, noticing how Evie gleefully gasped, striding over to the full bookcase where she found the book, "The Art of Profanity." "You remembered," she stated, pulling the crude book from the bookshelf, noticing it had been bookmarked in the middle. "And you've been reading it?" I chuckled. "Yes. Explains a lot about you. I also have another wardrobe with the clothes you picked from Elijah's shop." She put the book down, beaming as she stepped to the second wardrobe, taking in her taste in clothing. Evelyn turned, her wide skirt billowing around her. "I missed you."

The one who had Dark souls working for him. Evanora flinched. For the first time in her life. She had never been afraid of anyone. But this man was not someone she could mess with. At least, not right now when she indeed was rusty. Dankein let go of her throat, loosened the grip over her neck, and retreated to his initial place. He chuckled. Evanora closed her eyes and then opened them to suggest, “Find the Heavenly Book.”

Eve said with a long sigh then she stood up, making Evelyn raise her head to look up at her. “I'll get going now. It's already nearing five in the morning. Time passes by. I'm going to visit you again after a month. Also, I read about that book—it was psychotic to the point that I'm going to be stressed just by reading the novel from chapter one to chapter five hundred. Damn.” Eve complained while pouting, making Evelyn's eyes widen as she looked at her. “What's the ending? No, the plot?” Evelyn asked but Eve cheekily smirked at her.