Eve #2 Novels & Stories

Eve’s POV I climbed off his lap and straightened my shirt, suddenly feeling awkward for reasons I could not explain. "Right, so we should plan things. We only have a month, less than a month, actually. We need to figure out the ceremony and the photos and the announcements and I need to call Marguerite and…" "Eve." Devin's voice was calm. "Breathe." I took a breath. "Sorry… I'm just…This is happening…This is actually happening."

I was too pissed to do anything else, really. “…Let me see it,” I said suddenly, cutting their banter short. Ian unlocked his phone and slid it across the table to me. I played the video. The clip opened mid-play. The camera angle was from the stands—slightly shaky, zoomed in too tight—like whoever recorded it knew something special was about to happen. The score flashed briefly at the bottom of the screen. MILTON LIONS 28 — EASTBROOK RAVENS 10 The Ravens were on offense.

Toward her. Eve’s tablet gave a low, continuous beep. Number ninety-one had just received a five-minute major for fighting, a game misconduct, and an automatic ejection. The playbook wasn't just ruined. Terry had just set it on fire, and as Eve grabbed her coat and ran toward the private elevator, she realized the war hadn't just begun—they were already trapped in the blast zone.

As the green light hit, the car wheels moved forward as I pressed the phone on my ears. “Princess…” I sighed, hearing Evan’s voice, “it worked.”

The surrounding skin was swollen and raw, the dried blood dark and crusted. My legs felt weak as I inched closer, trembling all over. I kneeled by her side, carefully cleaning her up. Eve kept her eyes tightly shut, but tears continued to stream down her cheeks. I hugged her trembling body tightly. "Eve, let’s try to escape again! I’m ready this time. We’ll go together." Her eyes fluttered open, a hint of confusion in them. "Can I... really still get out?" I nodded firmly. She gently squeezed my hand, and a flicker of hope returned to her eyes.

Two hours later, their car stopped before the building of the Gray Corporation. Eve wore a face mask on her lower face with a scarf around her hair and turned to Ella who sat behind the wheel. “I’m ready,” she announced. “Great. I’ll be waiting here. You got what we practiced, right?” “One hundred percent.” Simultaneously, their lips curled into a smile and after clapping their hands together in a high-five motion, Eve stepped out of the car. “I’ll be back real quick.”

Eve steadied herself and stepped back, bumping her back into the open fridge this time. “I’m… Umm… I’m checking the…” She closed her eyes and breathed. “The main switch.” “I’m coming with you,” I said, picking up the flashlight. Her silence told me it was okay. She took the flashlight from me and exited the back door. Before I could protest and stop Eve because it looked dangerous, she was already climbing down the basement. My nose wrinkled, and my lips pursed in annoyance as I followed her. She found the electrical service panel box, and when she opened it, I grabbed her wrist before she could touch the switch.

The morning light fell softly into the hidden chamber, illuminating the smooth steel walls and the rows of sealed data drives. But all eyes were on the small, gold-flecked pod where Eve’s successor—this new life—had just awakened. Damien, Aurora, and Null stood in a half-circle, heartbeats synchronized in anticipation.

" Eve took the invitation seriously and began loosing herself into his eyes. And the more she did, the cold feeling of Dejavu began hitting her. " Eve! "

Yet, inside her, her heart felt like being torn apart. “But grandpa is mommy’s daddy. Does Theo not want mommy’s daddy?” “Of course, Theo does! I love mommy’s daddy! Theo loves grandpa!” “Then, wait for grandpa. I love you, my Theo!” “Love you too, mum-my!” Eve sighed as she slowed down her car. There was the usual traffic. She had been driving for half an hour. And there’s 30 minutes more before she reached her studio. “The event is starting now, right?” she mumbled, checking her wrist watch.