Eve's After Dark Novels & Stories

I kept my gaze on her, then looked past her at Beverly, “your friend won’t be with you tonight.” Beverly blinked, “what?” Eve turned to me, eyes wide. “Adam.” I didn't let go of her wrist, “text her when you’re inside.” Beverly looked between us, confused and scared, then nodded because Eve nodded too. She shut the door and hurried inside without looking back. Eve pulled her wrist free once Beverly disappeared, “you can’t just announce where I’m sleeping like you own my calendar.” I drove to my penthouse without answering anything else. She sat beside me with her arms folded, bare legs pressed together, jaw tight. Every few minutes, she looked at my hands on the wheel, then looked away.

Before I could try to stand up, a kick intended for Wesley hit my temple really hard, forcing me back to the ground. Stars circulated my visions, and soon replaced my black dots, I heard Wesley yelling my name which sounded quite distant, and his hands on my shoulders, shaking me. My eyes went on their own accord to Eve who stood a few meters away with an evil smirk on her face and I realized that she must’ve pushed me. I’m not able to process anything any longer because I felt my eyes closing before I drowned in darkness.

The bass from the main floor pulsed through the walls of the back room like a living thing. I had come to Club Eclipse alone because the apps felt empty and the usual bars were too loud for what I really wanted tonight. The flyer behind the bar had caught my eye: “Midnight Masked Play – Open Doors, No Names, Green Dot = Yes to Everything Except Pain.” I bought the black half-mask, had them stamp my wrist with the green dot, and stepped through the heavy velvet curtain.

They knocked a few seconds before the luxurious doors swung open and a dazzling devil stood with his gorgeous black hair styled perfectly to reveal his chiseled jawline. ****** "It's getting pretty dark and after what happened with those unfortunate teenagers, we couldn't risk driving through the night. We were hoping we could spend the night at your place," Sophie said playing seductively with her hair while keeping a firm gaze on Lucifer's face. "Oh yes I heard of the unfortunate accident," He said feigning pity, "Beautiful girls like yourself shouldn't be out in the dark, please come in," He said with a smile while the girls giggled and strolled Into his house

* And that haunting truth followed us. Eve hadn’t spoken much since the Iceland incident. She ate, slept, stared. Her eyes glowed faintly in the dark, like they were recalibrating the world around her. Adrian watched her constantly, like he was waiting for her to glitch—like she might suddenly turn on us. I couldn’t blame him. I watched her too. But Eve didn’t falter. She drew pictures. Pages and pages of things she shouldn’t know. Maps of underground bases. Faces of people we’d never met. Chemical formulas. Frequencies.

"Just for you. To remind you how much we love you. How much we worship you. How perfect you are." The sixth orgasm built slowly, a gradual crescendo that seemed to take forever. When it finally crashed over her, it was different from all the previous ones....softer but deeper, rolling through her in endless waves that left her sobbing. And then.... Darkness. Eve felt consciousness slipping, exhaustion and overwhelm pulling her under, and the last thing she felt was her mates' arms around her, holding her safe. *** POV: Damian Damian caught Eve as she went limp, her body completely giving out.

And suddenly, the world around her vanished. Flashes of fire. Screams of agony. A shadowed figure standing over her, whispering words she couldn’t understand. A cold voice echoed in her mind—We will rise again. She snapped back into reality, gasping. Luca and Damien were at her side instantly. “Eve—what happened?” Luca asked, gripping her arms. Eve’s hands trembled. “They’re back. And I think… I think they’ve been waiting for me.” Determined to find answers, Eve spent the night pouring through the pack’s archives. She flipped through crumbling scrolls and faded books until she found it—a record of the Forgotten.

he shouted. The lights exploded overhead, a burst of white, then darkness. When the lights returned, the child was gone. And in her place, a full-grown reflection of Evelyn stared back. There wasn't a glitch this time, not a distortion. A perfect mirror of her, except the eyes. The eyes were wrong, black, shining, and alive. Afterlight smiled and said “I’ve been waiting for you.” The containment room door slammed shut behind them at that moment, locking them in with her.

He better really get his head together and make sure this is the best night of Eve’s life. I mean what if it is bad and this was all for nothing? What if she’s attached and he’s not? There were just so many variables and to top it off, he was still completely stuck on the dark room thing. He kept saying he wanted it to be purely physical, and have all of his senses heightened to her, and to make it more erotic that way. I don’t know what he’s smoking but I just hope it goes how he is expecting. I was going out Friday night for pizza and wings with a couple people from our crew, and Derek was going to sit at home and call Eve before joining us.

The other eye opened, grumpy at the rude awakening, and already beginning to feel pissy, she threw back the bed covers and stood. It was nighttime, and a brief look outside confirmed it was dark. So with nothing else to do, Eve took herself off to the shower, feeling a little dirty at being fucked and abandoned by her lover. Eve took her time under the spray, appreciating the excellent pressure as she scrubbed her