Evan Buckley Fanfiction Novels & Stories

People were spilling out of the main hall, pulling out their phones, and recording the whole messy scene. "Bianca, shut the fuck up and stop making a scene right now," Evan hissed, his eyes darting to the flashing phone cameras. He was losing his cool, his reputation slipping through his fingers. "Oh, now you want me to be quiet?! After you’ve been running around town tasting every young pussy you can find, you want me to play nice?!" Bianca yelled at the top of her lungs. I stood right beside her, arms crossed, radiating pure 'don't-even-think-about-it' energy. But before Evan could open his mouth to spit another lie, Bianca raised her foot and kicked him with all her might—right in his fuc

someone mutters under their breath. Honestly? Same. My eyes stay on Evan. He just stands there like nothing happened, then he brushes his sleeves off. I stare at him. Then I keep staring. Because I am absolutely certain—completely, entirely certain—that the Evan Blakes I know would rather fight a bear, a wall, or common sense itself than disagree with Emma. And yet he just did. Workers start moving again slowly, like someone has unhooked a chain they didn’t realize they were holding their breath under.

" Lincoln added. "Do you guys know who he is? I didn't even bother to check. I practically ran out of his house." Ivy said with a sigh. She could have at least checked to see who she had spent one of her best nights with. Yes, she had to admit. She could remember most of what happened but not all. The sex was amazing. He had given her what she had never felt. "Really!? Is this still our friend? Don't tell me you don't know he is CHRIS EVANS!" Giana said with emphasis on the name.

“Damian and I… we mated last night.” Eva let out a squeal that turned heads from the other side of the field. She clapped her hands together and made all these happy little noises, then launched herself at me in a hug so tight it almost knocked the air out of my lungs. “Oh my goddess, Skye! Congratulations!” she laughed, her voice practically ringing with excitement. Evan, though… Evan didn’t smile. He didn’t even say anything. His expression darkened for just a second, then he turned sharply on his heel and walked away.

•ETHAN• I hadn't expected to run into Eva Brooks here at my subsidiary company. I was annoyed after leaving Owen's Group, but seeing Eva collide with me after the security men had bounced her out, I wondered what was wrong with her, as she was involved in a lot of drama in barely a week. I didn't want to let Eva go. I was annoyed, but seeing her made my anger vanish. I had to ask her if she was still interested in working as my secretary, even when I knew that she had the right to decline. I was relieved that she accepted working as my secretary.

"Please, Miller." Evan's heart bounded a beat as he flashed a dimpled smile at her. "I'll see you at the Library princess, and you can keep the fees in advance." He said as he climbed down the ally, gradually his figure diminished but she kept staring in the direction in a stupor. _____________________________

“Why would I help you?” “Because… Because even though we broke up, you knew I have loved you. I still love you!” I didn’t respond. Instead, I pulled out my phone. One tap. The screen lit up with a video. I held it up for Evan to see. In it, he was sitting in the back of a cab, drink in hand. His voice loud, slurred. His expression smug. “That bitch,” he said, laughing. “She thinks she can trade up by hooking up with Tristan Vexley? Please. I give that a few months before he’s bored of her.”

“Fine, I’ll admit defeat today. I’ll win next time.” With that, he turned around to leave. “Did I say you could go just like that?” Alex asked softly. “F*ck, you’re just a damn lover boy. Do you think you have what it takes to talk to me? You better cherish your remaining time in this world. You actually dared to sleep with Scott Pattingson’s fiance, your demise won’t be far away.” Evan had a look of disdain as he spat a bloody sputum at Alex. Whoosh!

Bruce lay on the couch, looking smug as he said, "Thanks for this, Evan. I had a little fall just now, and Janice felt so bad for me that she asked you to come clean up instead." I stared at the mess on the bed and felt a wave of nausea. I couldn't stop myself from punching Bruce squarely in the face. "You're disgusting. Do you really enjoy being the other man that much? Don't you have any shame?" He covered his cheek and looked pitifully over at Janice. "Janice, am I the other man here?"

So, it was best if I completed my end of the deal first so he would be obliged to help me once before he changed his mind. I went inside Lucifer’s base and sat down across from him. “And what plan do we have this time?” He asked while smoking a cigarette. I didn’t know his thoughts on this, so I went straight ahead with full confidence. After sitting comfortably, I slowly uttered, “Evie needs to die.” As I said this, he stopped smoking and I raised my eyebrow. “What did you say?” He asked, his tone threatening. I was a little scared. “Uh, that Evie—”