Eve Hypo Novels & Stories

Unable to look at him for another moment, I walked past him and didn't stop until I had reached out into open air. I could feel tremors running through me and had to hug myself in order to gain some control. It was becoming harder to catch a breath. I could sense an episode of hyperventilation coming on and had to take a seat on the empty bench to calm my breathing. "Aasiya—" I was heaving for breath while staring at my feet, when I saw him coming to stand infront of me. Still, I didn't dare look up and scooted to the far side of the bench, when he took a seat beside me.

Heath sat at his desk thoughtfully. He rotated his chair to face the wall behind him. Pushing the red button on the remote control in his left hand, he turned on the fifty- two inch, flat screen monitor, which hung on the wall behind him. It quickly went through it's voice guided starting options. He chose the source button on the thin black remote. "Source selection Open HDMI1-MHL," echoed through the large open space. "Source selection close HDMI1-MHL," the electronic voice announced. Suddenly, Faidh's sleeping image appeared on the screen. The blank expression on Heath's face quickly changed to tenderness. This WAS his Eve. She just HAD to be!

he said, stepping back, as if the spot where he stood suddenly ignited in fire. “Why don’t you join us?” I offered. Evan has met none of my friends and this will be a good start. Nate chuckled, “I don’t want to be the third wheel.” “Cali.” Evan’s voice made my head snap. The shoulder immobilizer is present in his left arm, but it didn’t make him any less gorgeous in his all black attire. My boyfriend’s sun kissed hair brushed back to perfection, but the look on his honey eyes sent shivers down my spine.

After two hours of work, Dad finally woke up, strolling over to the table with a sour look, waiting to be served. Eve came over, eyes downcast, and carefully placed a steaming bowl of oatmeal on the table. Dad’s eyes locked onto her, dark and menacing. Suddenly, his hand shot out, grabbing her roughly. She flinched, and the hot oatmeal spilled all over his pants. Dad leaped up, fury flashing in his eyes. He grabbed her by the hair, yanking hard. “You evil woman! Trying to ruin this family’s legacy, huh?” He spat his words like venom, his face twisting with rage. “What were you doing sneaking around last night, huh? Meeting another man?

He is the symphony of heaven in hell’s obnoxious anthem. “What do they call you?” He echoed. “Euphoria.” His brows briefly met. “What is that? Is that a stripper name?” “Well, technically, strippers get those fake names but Sylvia wanted us to come up with one too.” Vernon bobbed his head down subtly as if letting the thought sink in. “I like Euphoria. Euphoria’s unique.” I couldn’t help but chuckle weakly. How easy of him to make me feel like I am so accepted as if none of this is ever a big deal.