Eve's After Dark Novels & Stories

Another barked. “ Calm down, I need to pass the messages across before that…” the MC spat. “ We don't care just say it!” Vicky yelled. “ Okay, okay…I will!” he paused, swallowed hard and then turned to the car. “ Veloxa E50 was produced by none other than Jayden Huxley!” The MC announced. Some guests stood up shocked while others screamed in jubilation. Jayden workers ran out from the crowd and headed to the contestants post where they pushed the other contestants aside and grabbed Jayden.

Slowly, she pulled her hand from her shorts and licked her own slick off her fingers, tasting herself in the humid dark. A twig snapped behind her. Vivi spun, yanking her tank top down, heart hammering. A figure stepped out of the mist — tall, hooded, face hidden in shadow. The same silhouette from the stakeout photos. In their gloved hands was a slim, ornate metal case. Even in the moonlight, the rubies on the lid caught the light like fresh blood. “You’re early,” the voice said. Female. Low. Distorted by something electronic. Vivi wiped her hand on her shorts, pulse still racing. “You’re the one who called Myra.”

he added and stopped when sapphire eyes rested mischievously on him, guessing his thought. “A private elevator, my darling?” His darkly handsome features were slashed with vibrant amusement. “Oh, yes… Definitely, a private elevator, mon amour,” he agreed and kissed Lara deeply.

Leaning my head to the side to avoid the labra spike that shines against his dark skin, I inhale the scent of cloves and cologne. “Hi Love, what’s up?” “It’s been a day, I’m ready to party. Are we doing living room karaoke with the house, or finding a show?” “Do you have a preference?” “I’m down for either, but you know I love karaoke!” “Let’s see how it goes.”

I watched his eyes darken and his lips curl. “What do you want, Evelyn?” “Terrence Gardens. 8PM tomorrow. Pick me up with your motorcycle.” I shrugged my shoulders. “I’m busy tomorrow.” He replied. I turned around immediately, walking up the steps when he pulled me back. “But I’m free the day after,” Eden said.

Just as they rounded the corner of a dead-end alley. Eira froze. The invisible crescent mark on her forehead tingled faintly—a natural warning from her high-level moonlight primal power, alerting her to dark energy nearby. Four icy, putrid auras were merging perfectly with the shadows, creeping toward them silently. Dark Blood assassins. Four Tier 3 Force Condensation peak-level death squads. “Why’d we stop, sis? The shop’s just around that cor—” Eve babbled on, completely oblivious. “Shut up,” Eira said, her voice dropping to ice.