Evelyn Hugo And Celia Fanfiction Novels & Stories

They all walked into the room, and as they stepped inside, Alex’s gaze fell on Evelyn’s body on the bed. Clara rushed towards her, hugging her tightly with tears flowing down her cheeks. "Please, sweetie, wake up," she begged, her face buried on Evelyn’s chest, though not force enough to hurt her. Alex, however, his gaze locked onto her face, and suddenly, she looks to thin in his eyes. He couldn’t believe it was the same Evelyn he was just that morning, she was vibrant and looking absolutely beautiful, but now, she looks vulnerable and different— to the Evelyn he used to know.

Camilla clenched her jaw. "A fucking cheap hoe and I pity you, Camilla. I really pity you," Evelyn said, smirking. "I suggest you continue with what Liliana was doing before you decided to interrupt. The family won't wait for breakfast, you know," Evelyn said, getting on her feet. Camilla kept scowling at her. Evelyn chuckled as she headed out of the kitchen. "Ugh! Bitch!" *************** ALONG THE HALLWAY...... Dolores approached from her room, heading for the stairs, only for Candela to walk out of a place Dolores knew as Dante's room.

Ivy assured her. “So, we are all good? Let’s all go and have dinner now. I'm starving,” Rolan said. “Alright. I’ll see at the parking,” Ivy said. “Can you walk?” Rolan asked Cela. “Yes, I’m okay,” Cela said. She then pulled her brother’s arm. “Is she really going to be my sister-in-law?” she asked him. Rolan smiled. “Of course, haven’t you processed that yet?” he asked.

Evelyn said in frustration, “Miss Selena, I think you should write a novel with your rich imagination.” Evelyn was almost convinced by Selena’s words. Dissatisfied, Selena protested, “You should believe what I say. Rowan Pierce is definitely interested in you. Why don’t we make a bet?” This was genuinely a depressing and absurd situation for Evelyn. How could they bet on such a thing? Selena continued speaking over the other end of the line, “You have to treat me to a big meal if he’s really interested in you!” Evelyn laughed and teased her, “As a model who relies on her figure to make a living, it is appropriate for you to be thinking about delicious food all the time?”

She just HAD to be! As he watched Faidh sleep, Heath thought about how different things would be for the world, now that he had found Eve. Humanity wouldn't die out. Heath was beginning work on his PHD in Biophysics in Nineteen Eighty-Five, when he met May-Ellen Reardon. She was a Math Major who believed the world would end through a new world war. She watched every newscast she could find. She subscribed to numerous newspapers. She spent hours at the grocery store magazine racks. Any hint of conflict anywhere in the world reaffirmed her suspicions. Heath would patiently listen to her daily comments of, "see, I told you it was coming," or, "This is going to be so so bad. They're just gonna w

ewww. Looking over at Xavier, Celia reached for the tray of quesadillas, but stopped when Hayden took it up before she could. Her eyes twitched as they drifted over to him, her mouth dying to open up and let words that would bring her to hell out of it. But she kept it shut and instead reached for the tray of pancakes...which of course he got ahold of before her too. Celia sighed. "Hey old man, what exactly is your problem?" "Old man? I'm sure you wouldn't be calling me old if my jaws were locked around your nec—"

And knowing Celia, she's going to convince Lila to pick what she wants. “Poor, Murphy. Scared of two little girls.” I tease him and he gives me a dirty look. I just chuckle. Celia walks into the dining room a few seconds later. “You're lucky she said she wants pancakes and eggs.” “Of course.” He moves closer to her and grabs her ass. “I'm a lucky man.” I roll my eyes so hard I'm surprised they don't remain at the back of my head. The doorbell rings, separating them. Thank goodness.

Celia called back, "Oh, I’m coming!" She got up, stepped off the bed, and opened the door for her mother. The moment the door opened, she was greeted by her mother’s anxious face. "Celia!" Her mother raised her phone and asked anxiously, "What’s going on with this news?!" Celia walked back toward the bed unbothered. "So you’ve seen it too." Her mother followed quickly behind. "Child, how can you be so calm?! The news says you were meeting Xavier in private—and hugging him too!"

"Uncle Roger, start the car. Let's go to the restaurant where I often eat." Evelyn was speechless. Watching the black luxurious car leaving, Celia turned to Dulcie and said, "The girl who got on the car just now was Evelyn, right?" She came out late, so she only saw Evelyn's side face. Dulcie nodded slightly, "It seems to be her." "Bah!" Celia snorted angrily, "She must have been kept as a mistress." "What?" "That b*tch Evelyn! No wonder she spoke to me so arrogantly. It turns out that she is a sl*t!"

“And I promise, no more collapsing.” Carlos laughed. “Good. Because I’m way too pretty for hospital stress.” The conversation flowed with ease. They joked about Mr. Harrington’s complaints over Geneva’s weather, Carlos’s terrible attempt at cooking breakfast that morning, and Cecily’s meltdown at school. Even Claire managed a few hearty laughs. It felt like home. As the call came to a close, Evelyn lingered near the phone. “Carlos,” she said slowly, “I’ll call you back later tonight. We need to talk about something.”