Evangeline Tog Novels & Stories

“I really wish I could have been more helpful. I would like to have given better answers to the your questions. You can be Elijah It is my spirits reincarnated, but big part of this journey It is in you. Must experience per yes themselves.” Vidar stood up, pulling me with him. “Is there any chance in you to convince The to stay more time?" He He asked The she. I almost scoffed, thinking it was a little ironic that he was begging her to stay despite her behavior. incredibly rude with she, as if she I wanted to be around him for longer than absolutely necessary. It was a miracle what I could bear it. Evangeline shook her head. "Unfortunately not. My powers me allow visit, but he has your Limit

"What game are you trying to play with me?" Evangeline said over the phone. She had been giving Tessa updates about herself and Gavin, but at the moment it felt as if she was not getting anything out of the situation. "Game?" Tessa replied. She sounded confident, and that was one of the things that annoyed Evangelien even more.

-Theodore- My lips were on hers when the elevator doors slid closed, I needed to get a release, I needed to taste her again, especially now that she was all mine. Evangeline pulled away from our heated kiss, her cheeks flushed and hair slightly disheveled from my constant pulling. She looked perfect even in her disheveled stated, god nothing could ever make this woman look bad in my eyes, nothing.

“Evan’s girlfriend.” It came to my knowledge that she might not believe what I am saying. Many women claim to be Evan Carter’s real girlfriend through time. Be it through social media or in columns, but I am having none of that. I will be here for him, even if they throw me out. They can try-

As if I allow one of my people be bullied by others. So another peaceful day had ended –– for Eric at least. As for Evangeline, another troublemaker was walking towards her in a loud tictacking heels. Evangeline was busy searching information on her phone about the girl named Satele Risova when someone barked her name. "Evangeline!" Rolling her eyes, Evangeline beamed. "Hello, Miss Combrelle. What can I do for you today?" She raised her head, looking at the arrogant girl who was crossing her arms and tilting her body to the side while glaring at her.

Valerie was surprised. "What happened?" Valerie asked back, rubbing Eva's back soothingly. "S-s-somone t-tr-ried to a-attack m-me. H-he t-tried k-killing m-meh!" Evangeline hiccuped. Valerie couldn’t understand what Eva said, her voice came unclear. "Let's get inside first and talk there." She took Valerie to her room. ........................................... Evangeline told everything to Valerie. "Mate? But what is mate?" Valerie asked. Eva was silent. She had no idea.

A few bags lay scattered on the ground, some beds were already slept in, but mostly the bunk was empty. Evangeline tore off her shorts and T-shirt and slipped under the covers. Once covered, she pulled off her panties and bra and dropped them on the side of the bed. Closing her eyes, her hand made its way between her legs, rubbing against her pubic bone, she pushed her palm flat against her body, pushing downwards until her fingers touched the engorged lips of her womanhood.

Dark hair, dark eyes, pale skin, and the sweetest piece of ass anyone has ever seen with a temper of a lioness. It reminded me of someone, someone who fucking stabbed me in the back. It piqued my interest in this mysterious vicious beauty but then again Evangeline can't kill anyone, she is too much of a baby to actually hurt someone. I gathered all the fucking information, anything that could tie Evangeline to the Morrettis. It wasn't hard to figure out that Evangeline's mother had run away from home at the age of twenty-one with Elijah Bolton and her full name was Mary Celia Moretti.

“Don't get too involved, Max. You should know how the Langley family rules.” Max grinned. ”So ... why would a woman like this be kicked out?” His interlocutor shrugged. “Ah, one more thing you need to know. Apart from the fact that Mrs. Evangeline has been an orphan since the age of ten, you can read the data well. She got married because of an arranged marriage. I don't know what exactly it was but it seems like a past relationship between the parents. You know, it's not easy to refuse your parents' requests, right?”

I would cross that bridge later. Evangeline's eyes scanned the tent. Her nostrils flared as she breathed in the scent of the space. I hated that about witches. Their senses were nearly as sensitive as a dog, and she seemed to be able to pick up on even the most subtle of changes in an environment. "Then, why is she sharing your tent?" Evangeline asked accusingly. Her blonde hair streamed around her like flowing water. "You should know all about strangers sharing your tent."