Evangelion Covers Novels & Stories

He drew torturous circles in the pink shade of my areola. “Evan… Please, please,” I arched my back when his mouth finally seized around one dusky bud. A cry of ecstasy escaped me, fingers kneading the neglected swell, persecuting me to savor the fire, the desire and torture. His mouth moved to where his fingers were, while he now worked on removing the last remaining fabric covering me.

He said “Okay then, I will check it out” she said and ended the call, she opened the message icon in her phone and really Eugene sent her a message, but what caught her off guard was the image of two bloodied body with their eyes gouged out, and the Red Heart symbol on their head, how did Eugene get this image, when did it happen? She scrolled up and saw the name Berial Covers as the one behind the plagiarism, Avery clinched her fists and looked up from the phone, she knew Annabelle Covers will be here, she just doesn't know what she looks like. She kept her phone in and walked to luck who was dancing with a lady.

System, I'd like to evolve. [DO YOU WISH TO EVOLVE?]

Once again, he used his foot to shove me aside. However, I crawled over, even though my clothes were stained with blood. Dad’s face was ashen. He stared murderously at me, his facial muscles twitching with rage. It was as if he would kill me any second now. Eve’s eyes filled with fear, and she shook her head desperately. “No, don’t worry about me. Just stay back.” Dad dragged her into the room, and soon, the sound of agonizing screams filled the air. It was heart-wrenching and sent shivers down my spine.

“You can send a message to this number, but I won't receive it. As I he said before, this will be the last turn what you you will see me. My powers will not allow me to return.” I wanted to ask why, but I was distracted by the sudden explosion in shine to the your around. I swallowed in dry It is covered my eyes as Vidar pulled me into his protective embrace. "I have what to go back for O my partner now. He gets worried when I am very time out. I have certainty in which you both understand,” said Evangeline with a giggle. I could barely see her; it was too bright to look at directly. The halo of light around her spread across her body, making her look like the glow was beneath her skin, illu

he was stammered and shut his eyes, trying to restrain his desire to suck Pocco’s blood but then he couldn’t fight his vampire anymore and about to turned to face Pocco when he heard someone from somewhere. “Please, don’t, please, Blake... I know you’re a good person, please prove to me I’m not wrong. That I’m right in choosing you over my duty as an Angel,” Evangeline whispered from the corner of the door. Blake, paused, was surprised, and he was incredoulous about what he just heard from her. Evangeline didn’t know that Blake could hear every word she said even though she was not close to him.

CARDY FOSTER'S POV I dialled my father's number, urgency tingling in my fingertips. Elliot's words needed to be relayed, their weight pressing on my conscience. Little did I know, my father was already aware, informed by Elliot himself, though reasons remained elusive. Cornered by this unexpected revelation, I had no alternative but to embrace its truth. My father possessed knowledge beyond my reach, leaving me with no room to contest the matter. Elliot emerged, his voice laced with a biting cruelty that chilled me to the core. "Never again," he seethed, "dare to engage in argument with me. Your autonomy is forfeit. I wield control over you, free to exercise my whims as I please."

Eva smiled to herself. "You're right… It's normal that you don't understand. Just assume I'm talking to myself!" she said. Just then, another demon slid down from around the rune. Kael immediately shielded Eva with his large paws. Eva, meanwhile, stood like a shield in front of Elly and Joe. The purple flames rising from her hands and the glowing purple halos in her eyes showed that battle mode was fully activated.

CHAPTER SEVEN We need to talk,” Evangelical had said, sudden, premature crow’s feet creasing the smooth corners as she narrowed her eyes. On Eidolon below, the crowd had grown. They stood, finding their forms. Heads tilted skyward. Arms hung, the fingers flexing into angry claws. Blood inched from between snarling teeth to spill over lips and drip onto chins.