Evan X Connor Mga Nobela at Kwento

__________Evans_________ I got into the car and drove it. I didn't want to bother Anderson because I needed to be alone and think about what happened between Madison and I. I got to the parking lot and met Clinton with my golf club. He is my caddie and as well my best friend. We went in and he set the ball for me to play. After playing my last putt, we went to a restaurant and had some drinks. My conscience was eating me whole, so I had to ask Clinton for advice

Connor replied without raising his voice. "Walk away right now, Mercer." Caleb clenched his fists tightly, turned around quickly, and practically ran away toward the athletic center so he could escape the deeply humiliating situation. Once he completely disappeared from my line of sight, I let out a long breath of relief and relaxed my tense shoulders. Hundreds of college students were still standing perfectly still in the paved square, and they were all staring directly at Connor and me. "Are you okay, Megan, or did he actually manage to touch you before I arrived?" Connor asked gently, dropping his aggressive posture and looking down at my face with genuine concern.

she replied wisely. “Awww, hasn’t the right person come yet? But who is he? Anthony or Evan?” Indah teased, nudging Grace's arm. “Anthony, Mom.” Evan's voice made both women turn to look at him. Grace furrowed her eyebrows. “What are you talking about? Don't make reckless assumptions,” she snapped, then washed her greasy hands. “Didn't he confess his feelings on Valentine's Day?” Evan finally voiced the assumption he had been sure of.

The Alpha smiled as he stood up from his seat walking slowly towards me. "I..." I shuttered not knowing what to say seeing the Alpha walk towards me. "Evelyn, no need to bother about formalities, just call me Ethan." The Alpha smiled immediately when he got to me. "I...." I shuttered feeling rather confused wondering why the Alpha was acting rather strangely. Did he fall in love with me at first sight or what the hell was happening?

She didn’t want to see his eyes. "E-Evan’s sister?" she asked in a small voice. Her husband sighed heavily then rubbed her arms with his palms. He seemed to have coolded down. His touch was gentle. "Yes and she is happily married to Dianne’s former classmate. He was also there with us mind you. When you called, we were all planning to go home. And we weren’t in a bar as you might have thought. We were at a restaurant, " he said with a cocked brow.

“You've ruined me.” “I like the sound of that.” Adrian's lips brushed against my forehead. “Because, I'm not letting you walk out of here tonight.” I buried my face in his throat, inhaled his scent. “Adrian?” “Hmm?” “Were you always…” I struggled up, and he helped me, his arms supporting me. “No. I'm Bisexual, Evan.” His deep laughter rumbled against my ear. I sat up, and looked at him. “All this time…”

“Slow down.” Ryan wipes his mouth, eyes dark. “It’s about that hot guy I was fighting with over there.” Resse blinks. “That’s my ex, Evan. I haven’t seen him in four years. Thought he left town for good.” Resse raises his brows. “Wait. Your new stepbrother’s also named Evan, right?” Ryan freezes and my world tilted on its axis.

His presence is intimidating, completing his polished look and his aura of refinement and luxury. He grasps Elodie's chin gently, lifting it so that their eyes meet. “It's a shame you don't know me.” He pauses before declaring, “I'm Evan, baby girl, Evan Landers,” An underground casino owner with lots and lots of criminal records. He and Kendrick aren't particularly friends but they aren't enemies either. At least not until a few years ago when he incurred a huge loss because of Charlotte back when she was dating Kendrick. Now that she's dead, Evan has no choice but to shift his grudge over to her wealthy ex-boyfriend: Kendrick.

Mainly because Evan Agreed to go on adventures with me. “I’m sad you’re not coming!” I pushed out my lip. “I’m sure you are.” He rolled his eyes and grabbed my bag as we walked to the plane. “Seriously, call me day or night. I’ll be on a plane in minutes.” “I know. I can always count on you.” If there wasn’t some stupid rule about mating in your rank, I would seriously look at Evan. He isn’t the tallest but is still 6 foot. On the skinner side, but completely void of fat. Nothing but muscle lined his body, except a massive back tattoo that came up to his neck and around his shoulder. It was tribal in memory of his grandma that passed away.

Evan leaves from there. *******************