Evan Buckley X Reader Novels & Stories

he says while chuckling. "Advice, don't fucking tempt her because she has a thing for beating up guys," I mutter, and he laughs. "Which is what sucked you in." He's not wrong, that and her wildness. Together the combination is lethal but fucking erotic as hell. I need to focus. Talking about her is focusing. "Where's the update on Dean?" I turn to Evan. "See for yourself, I forwarded everything to your laptop," he explains, and I grab it.

he said and looked at me with a smirk. I shook my head and grinned. "I said come here, honey..." he said again more sternly this time. I shook my head again. He stepped closer and closer and I started running to escape. He chased me around the house and I stepped inside the living room. I hid behind the couch and held my breath. "Eve? Where are you?" he said and I heard his heavy footsteps coming closer. Suddenly they stopped and I held my breath. "BOO!" I screamed and looked up only to find Alexander laughing like a little kid. He had such a cute laugh and his dimples were even cuter.

I lean over and kiss him once, easy and certain, and he tastes like wine and burnt pasta and Sunday afternoon and everything I did not know I was looking for until I found it sitting across from me at a corner table with a black coffee. My phone vibrates on the counter. I glance at it. Derek. Not a call. A photo. Evan, sitting in what looks like a garden, completely absorbed in something in the grass, his small face bent over it with the total concentration only children and scientists manage. He looks like Derek around the jaw and around the eyes and he looks like nobody else in the way that children manage to be entirely themselves. Below the photo, three words. Second visit. Better. I sho

The woman just smiled as she managed to extract Evan's salty liquid and swallowed it whole. PLUCK! "Ouhh! ****! You Bicth." Evan smacked the buttocks of the woman who was now riding him, as he put on the safety holster of Evan's weapon with a jagged shape. "Your taste is good Babe." "Ouhh! Ahhhhh! So Hot Babe." Evan held the hips of the player who was now starting to spur Evan's weapon with her back to him and on her back as well. "Ouhhh! ****! Bicth."

“We can talk about it over coffee and pastries, in that case.” That was the thing about Evan. Human or not, he could read me like I was his favorite book. I’d always been guarded and reserved—that was a learned skill, growing up the way I did. No one wanted to hear about my pseudo-religious trauma, and how even though I had never set foot in a church, my dad always made sure that I knew everything I did was a sin—but Evan didn’t care about decorum. Maybe it was something about the era he grew up in, back before, “you should see a therapist, have you tried—” insert internet therapy scam here, was the expected response to sharing a trauma. Or maybe it had something to do with his eternal life.

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.”

Didn't she apply for the position of interior designer, not secretary? “Indeed, Alpha.” Now all the men's eyes in the room turned to Eva, who wanted to talk about protest. Ethan and Cheyne finally met Evangeline Alexander, whom they had been looking for for more than two years. “Please, Miss. Introduce yourself to President Xander," Ethan ordered Eva. Eva opened her mouth slightly. "I'm sorry, sir. But I'm not applying for the position of secretary. I applied for the interior designer," Eva protested. Gabriel stared at Eva silently. One of his hands clenched into a fist, not out of anger but out of exasperation. Eva was fighting it alone. Of course, she had no idea that there were werewolves

I leaned back against the seat and stared at the sky, jaw clenched. I wasn’t trying to save her. I wasn’t trying to be some white knight asshole. I just didn’t like seeing a woman carry everything alone like it was normal. That was a problem. My phone buzzed in my pocket. Jax: Evan’s been asking questions. About you. About her. I swore and typed back. Me: He keeps it up, I’ll shut him down. Jax: That’s what I’m worried about. I pocketed the phone and headed inside.

I was furious Especially when he was beginning to think I was entertaining whatever was brewing in his head. "A beautiful woman, shy? Hehehe Shania baby, I think…" Evan said in between chuckles and in one go, he was on his feet. I had to look away from him seeing how rippled he was. He was muscular and looked more like a motorcycle rider. All bad boy vibes who lured his prey with his perfect body. "Don't act innocent dear baby," he whispered but I retreated backwards even more. "Evan, please leave…we have…" I stuttered while trying to understand back inside the bathroom but the words died in my mouth when Eva grabbed me by the waist and unexpectedly pulled me to him.

“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.”