Evan Peters Girlfriend Novels & Stories

Esther instinctively snuggled a little closer into his embrace, paused a moment, then said, “I kind of want to video call Zoe. Shall we?” Evander: “...” Of course, he was still winning favor through his daughter. “She should be asleep by now, at this hour!” Evander couldn’t help but feel a bit jealous. “Besides, I just successfully confessed today. Shouldn’t I spend more time with my girlfriend?” “You’re not even sleeping. What’s the point of spending time alone together?” Before Evander could finish, Esther blurted out almost without thinking, “You have a girlfriend now—such a great thing! Shouldn’t you share that happiness with your most precious daughter?”

“I have you, don’t I? Not to mention that Jason Evans already has someone in his heart. Even the real Britney couldn’t take his heart.” “He has a girlfriend?” “No. He likes Fia.” Peter’s expression darkenedw. Then, what about his younger sister?

Ethan said as he kissed her. "Alright, enough of this romantic interlude. Let us focus; please tell me about your previous relationships," Angela insisted. "Very well, I have been in five different relationships," Ethan disclosed. “Please, do enlighten me,” Angela remarked. “Patricia was the name of my first girlfriend; she was plump and beautiful. However, I was unaware that she was not who she presented herself to be,” Ethan explained. “I do not comprehend. What do you mean by that?” Angela inquired.

“Since when did you have a girlfriend?” Ethan smirked, not even trying to hide it. “Since recently. Her name’s Emma.” Ryan froze for a second, the name striking a familiar chord. “Emma? Wait… Do you mean…Serena’s assistant?” Ethan nodded, grinning like a lovesick teenager. “Yeah, that’s the one. We are together now.” He says with a smirk. Ryan shook his head in disbelief. “You’re unbelievable. You met her at the hospital that night, right? When we went to check on Serena?”

She had to grip the edge of the desk to keep her knees from giving way. There were pictures of her and Evan at Mitchell’s wedding. The same pictures she’d received via e-mail from Evan’s mother. One was of them dancing and her laughing up at him. The other was of Evan kissing her. Her hand was splayed over his chest and there was no mistaking the huge rock on her third finger. The headline blurred in front of her, but she got the gist. It was all about Evan and his new fiancée and was it coincidence that Evan had allegedly signed a contract with Maddox Communications, the agency where his fiancée worked.

"Come on. Let's get a drink." "Ethan Lewis!" A tall woman with long black hair and pale skin walked over; her eyes lit up at the idea of seeing Ethan. "You look incredible. I told my family that I'd get to see you today. Can you sign something for me? My sisters and I just love your work." "Of course. Anything for a fan." He pulled his hand from mine and took the paper she dug out of her purse. "This is my girlfriend, Riley Phillips. She's co-starring with me in this latest film."

Evan Rodger gently patted Claire Fisher’s back while casting me an accusatory glare. "A grown woman like you shouldn’t be bickering with a young lady." Before I could get a word out, several of Evan's friends shoved the door open and barged in. "Evan sure has a good thing going with his wife." "They’ve been together for a decade and even got matching tattoos! He is still as devoted to her as ever." "Speaking of which, what does the matching tattoo say anyway?"

-ETHAN- "Hello, Pete. Have you sent Eva home?" I asked him, my gaze fixed on the road. I knew Eva might be pissed off with me for taking her to the clothing store and leaving her for Freya. But Freya was still my fiancée, until I called off the arranged marriage. "Yes, Boss. I just dropped Eva off now," Pete replied. "Alright. I will see you tomorrow at the event." I ended the call, sighing to myself as my bodyguard drove ahead to my house.

Walter’s eyes darted toward them, her face folded into a pale curious look of expectation. “Everyone, I’d like you to meet Evania. She is an editor at the company,” Jonathan stated, his voice ringing out with lethal clarity,__ “...but also, my girlfriend.” The world tilted. Evania couldn't register the recklessness of it—Jonathan throwing her into the lion's den with such unreasonable thought. It was social suicide; even Becky would spend years blaming her for the insanity of these words. “Huh! That blossomed rather quickly. How long have you two been playing this game behind our backs?” Uncle Mark asked, his tone dripping with false curiosity.

Is it because there's another woman? "Why don't you answer. Do you already have another woman?" asked Davina. Yep, Davina thinks Evan must have another woman. Evan denies what she said. "No, I'm not. I don't have a girlfriend," replied Evan. "Even if it's not for loving another woman - but I can't come back to you?" says Davina in a small voice, and her expression is sad. "It's not an easy thing for me to answer but..." Evan didn't go on with what he said.