Novel & Cerita Evan Buckley Fanfiction

Evan maneuvered his car while Bea rolled the window down on her side and let the cold breeze caress her skin. "Look, Evan, there's a plane." She exclaimed happily like a little child. "Don't put your head outside, Bea." "Oh, there are two airplanes. I wanna ride there, Evan." Evan succumbs and just lets Bea talk all she wants, or he might never see this side of her again. He was certain that Bea would regret her actions once she awoke from her drunkenness. "Let me help you." Evan suggested as they are entering their condo, but Bea refused.

Jordan could still remember the very first time Evan mentioned her. They were juniors in college… “You’ve got to meet this girl,” Evan told him as they walked toward the quad after class one late September afternoon. “I think she might be the one.” “The one?” Jordan said, incredulous that ‘Mister One-Night-Stand’ himself would even think about monogamy. “You don’t even know what that means. You go through women like water. You, Evan Anders, are a poster boy for players and heartbreakers everywhere.”

No matter how poor Evan's behavior was, it didn’t change Grace's feelings about him. ‘See, Evan? It’s only been a few days, and I’m already close to winning this game.’ Grace smiled as she returned to the toilet stall to get changed. [ABY]

"No, Carl took her. Evan will be meeting us there, so he took her to see her father first." I allowed myself a smile, feeling a little better knowing Evan would be there. After he graduated Evan moved on to play professional football. It kept him busy for most of the year, especially during football season, and he had a lot of last minute trips, but we kept in touch no matter where he was. He was in the middle of some-thing, but he'd promised to try and make it, and I was glad that he would. Mom was waiting in the kitchen with breakfast for me.

Bree said shyly. “Oh, I see.” Evie nodded and begin to prepare the coffee. She also brought some cakes for the snacks. “Are those for Mr. Wayne?” Fey asked. “Yes.” Evie said. “You are so lucky get to work with him, I should say. Many other people only dream to be in your position.” Bree said with her over dramatic pose and Evie giggled. “No way. I’m a bit lucky yes. Because work with a president of a giant company is also a great deal of money.” She whispered and the three of them laughed.

But reality crashed back in, reminding her of the deal she'd just made, of Jake waiting in the hospital. "I should go," Evelyn said hurriedly, taking another step back. "Thanks again for the save." Lucas watched her retreat, feeling an inexplicable urge to call her back. There was something about this woman, a spark that intrigued him. But he simply nodded, respecting her decision. "Of course. Take care, Evelyn." ********** Ethan Maverick leaned back in his chair, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. The meeting with Evelyn had gone better than expected. Finally, he had a solution to his problem.

Why is this man refusing to stick to the script? [No clue, but I hope it stays unhinged. I love this pairing. Every time I think Eva's out of the mess, the author finds a new way to drag her right back in.] [Eva, babe, just give in a little. His tail is already out. Which means: one, he's an incubus and ready to bond; two, he's pissed; and three, he's about to use that thing to ruin you. Girl, you don't wanna be ripped in two. Trust me.]

Eve said, scrolling through her phone. "They're not wrong." "It's surreal. Three months ago I was planning a wedding to Ambrose. Now I'm married to you, fighting off a hostile takeover, and about to move into a reality show house." "Are you regretting any of it?" She looked up from her phone. "Not a single second."

After being able to finally persuade Rachel that whatever she was thinking was only in her head, she left my apartment and went back home. The entire drama was beginning to get so exhausted for me and I had no idea what to do. Later that night, I was back in my room when a knock came on my door. My heart skipped as I opened it. Clark stood there. His eyes were dark. Serious. Determined. “Eva,” he said quietly. “I don’t want to marry Rachel anymore.” My breath caught. “What?” I whispered. “I don’t want this life,” he continued. “And I don’t want to lie to myself anymore....I want you Eva.”

When Wendy Chance's father, Josiah, was rendered speechless, I was the only one he wanted to go to speech therapy with. Every time Wendy and I wanted to go out, Josiah would clutch the corner of my shirt. Once again, Wendy would stuff an unused train ticket in my hand and pat my shoulder apologetically. "Treat my dad well, and I'll make it up to you on another trip. Evan can accompany me on this business trip instead. Don’t overthink this." Evan Striker was the secretary she claimed knew his place. I had collected 27 unused tickets over the past three years. They were from unrealized trips to the mountains, historical towns, and the beach. Every ticket turned into a post on Evan's social