Evangeline Tog Novels & Stories

Evangel opened her mouth to refuse, well that is what she was going to say even if her traitorous body was leaning in the opposite direction but they will never know because someone hit a mental cup asking everyone to gather around. " Saved by the gong, " she winked at Trent and walked away. She could feel his heated gaze following her as she escaped towards the other side of the room but she didn't dare look back. She didn't want to give him the chance to glimpse at how much he affected her. Their little conversation if Evangel was being honest with herself left her hot and bothered. She has always found Trent's arrogant sexy and irritating at the same time. Yet despite her traitous body re

But it's just a reason he needs to flirt with girls and pick someone to spend a night with. Evangeline became a laughing stock among her peers. She is forced to marry Jack for the sake of her father. She belongs to the famous Yoke Family and only the woman from the Yoke family are supposed to marry a man from the Bishop family. They are supposed to marry a Bishop or stay single. For whatever reason, a contract was signed that Evangeline was supposed to marry when she reached the age of 22 into the bishop family. This contract was signed between their forefathers and it's been continued since then.

Taking her hand in mine, I slightly bent to kiss her knuckles. Evangeline was a stunning girl of good height with brown bouncy blowout hair and large eyes the same color as her Dad. She had a straight barbell nose piercing and round carmine lips and was rather elegant in that blue Maude dress. Most importantly, she held a strong aura. There was no doubt that the Elders would approve of her. She smiled shyly, looking up at me under her lashes. “Then I must trouble you to take care of me.” A low growl came from Pete. My eyes snapped at him with warning as they narrowed and connected to his picotee blue eyes. He flinched, averting his gaze as I straightened and moved around the table to take th

Veronica didn't want to take Evangeline to her spa too soon, but Evangeline insisted and told her that she wanted to start immediately and she couldn't disagree since Evangeline was all excited. When they got down, Pocco's and Blake's eyes broadened when they saw Evangeline walking down the stairs with Veronica. Evangeline was only wearing a simple blue floral dress, the length was above her knees. Her hair was tied in a bun, and a white scarf was wrapped around her neck, he assumed that it was to cover her tattoo on the back of his neck. As they walked down slowly, Pocco and Blake both gulped, Evangeline was too stunning by her simple dress matched with a simple yet gorgeous make-up.

She just HAD to be! As he watched Faidh sleep, Heath thought about how different things would be for the world, now that he had found Eve. Humanity wouldn't die out. Heath was beginning work on his PHD in Biophysics in Nineteen Eighty-Five, when he met May-Ellen Reardon. She was a Math Major who believed the world would end through a new world war. She watched every newscast she could find. She subscribed to numerous newspapers. She spent hours at the grocery store magazine racks. Any hint of conflict anywhere in the world reaffirmed her suspicions. Heath would patiently listen to her daily comments of, "see, I told you it was coming," or, "This is going to be so so bad. They're just gonna w

“Our mate looks so beautiful in her wedding gown.’, He added and I couldn’t help myself from agreeing with him. I tried to hide any more emotions from my face as Evangeline reached near me. ‘Her name is too long. How about we call her ‘Angel’?’, ‘Not bad. I liked it.’ ‘Our mate, Our angel’, He said and the whole time my eyes were on her. Her hands on her father shook and her eyes were on the ground. Not once did she look my way. Well, what else could I expect from a bride who was blackmailed to marry?

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.

"This wedding is the first brick in the wall we’re building against the dark. If you flinch, the world flinches." --- The next day, In the private labs of the Center for Unified Studies, Evangeline sat amidst the half-finished blueprints for the altar. Her ring pulsed on her finger, a constant, comforting warmth. She was looking at a map of the world’s ley lines, which were beginning to align toward Geneva.

I lied easily. “Right. Too many prying eyes here,” he nodded, not pressing the issue. Just then, the curtains to our booth were pulled aside. Evangeline swept in, wearing a revealing red lace dress. She slid into the seat on Caius’s other side as if it were her own. “You’re here, too?” I raised an eyebrow. “She was scared to be alone,” Caius explained, then snapped his fingers. “Bring us the best you have.” A server brought a crystal decanter.

He was happy to have a friend like Ayaan who was sure older than him but was like a leader in every mischievous act they carried out. “So, you’re a literal angel?” Edmond asked Evangeline who really looked like an angel in her white gown, silk-like hair and her pretty smile. “Yes.” She admitted shyly. Uriel placed a hand on her thigh, making her blush more. “That’s so cool. I love what you did to this place. Can you do magic?” He further asked. “No, but witches are always friendly with angels. I asked them politely and they did it for me.” Evangeline’s voice was also very beautiful. It was like a bird humming a song.