Evelyn Hugo And Celia Fanfiction Novelas e Histórias

His fair cheeks had a slightly reddish tint, as if he were blushing from shyness. How had things ever come to this? She couldn't accept it. Even as she lay unconscious, Eva couldn't stop thinking about him. In the hospital room, Celia sighed heavily. "What a disaster. I warned you ages ago, but you wouldn't listen. Now, look at the mess you're in. There's no fixing this." At the end of the day, they'd been friends for years. Celia couldn't bear to see Eva suffer. She went to the hotel where Alex was staying, hoping to have a few words with him.

Whispers filled the hall. All eyes were fixed on Celia, who stood in her place with her eyes fixed on the marble floor, while her fingers gripped her small bag until its joints turned white. Evelyn took another step closer, and on her face a delicate smile hiding behind it clear malice. She said in a voice full of artificial regret: "In truth... I pity her." Celia didn't raise her head. Evelyn continued: "She was once an excellent student, but a person is the one who chooses his path in the end."

“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.”

Evelyn’s POV The soft tapping of my keyboard was the only sound in the office until my colleague, Mrs. Anderson, spoke up. “I have to leave early today,” she smiled, packing her bag. “It’s my daughter’s PTA meeting.” I paused mid-typing. “PTA meeting?” “Yes, at St. Claire’s. They’re discussing the upcoming cultural day and some performance stuff,” she replied cheerfully. St. Claire’s. My heart skipped. St Claire’s? That’s Liam’s school.

She scrambled out of bed and dashed to the window, only to spot Evangeline and Hank, keeping a careful distance from each other. "I'm not buying it," declared Celina without a second thought. She had witnessed the whole saga of Evangeline's crush on Walter, and she knew that even if their romance was doomed, Evangeline would not just forget him overnight and leap into someone else's arms. "How can you say that? They're practically hugging right now, isn't that proof enough?" challenged Roslyn, her voice tinged with disbelief. Celina, however, was not in the mood for a debate.

Hego stomped his hand again firmly and said, "Don't worry, that stupid woman won't know, she's just busy with her work." Belva stopped in her tracks when she heard a disgusting sound from inside the room of Celine, her half-sister. The suspicion that was suffocating her heart forced Belva to continue her steps to confirm her doubts, dismissing all her bad thoughts. The door to Celine's room was not closed tightly, as if it had been deliberately left slightly ajar. Belva covered her mouth, unable to believe it when she saw Hego, her future fiancé, and Celine not wearing any clothes, actually doing something disgusting now. Belva's tears had already fallen, she couldn't bear to be angry with t

The deliberately teasing farce finally ended when the Convent Sisters put a stop to it, and the clergymen left in twos and threes, Celia declining her best friend's invitation to sit with the lone Evelyn in what ended up being a completely empty church. It wasn't because they were so close ...... Celia harbored a little bit of a small heart - Evelyn had always been taken care of by Asa himself, and by staying here a little longer, she might be able to meet that saintly son once. Just then, Evelyn suddenly spoke, "It turns out that being blind in both eyes is such an inconvenient thing ...... I am familiar with Miss Celia s voice, but I don t recognize Miss Celia s appearance at all. What wou

After discovering that Hugo Cavill's cheating on me, I develop severe depression. To put my mind at ease, he has two location-tracking bracelets custom-made for us. The first time I discover that the bracelet's location is at City Hall, I rush over, only to find my best friend, Vivian Walker, hand-in-hand with my younger brother, Kieran Crawford, waving at me. "Hugo accidentally left his bracelet in Kie's car yesterday, Bri. We are just about to bring it to you after we obtain our marriage certificate." The second time around, the bracelet's location shows that Hugo's at the hospital. Worried that something has happened to him, I hurry over, only to find the bracelet on Dad's wrist.

Hilda's POV I glanced down at the photo on my phone, a sly smile spreading across my face. Liam and Evelyn in a warm embrace. The minute I saw them in the hall, I knew this would come in handy. Less than a minute at our school, and Evelyn's already getting all chummy with Liam. What she didn't know, though, was there was a little more to this story than she could have known.

In Ashport, it was no secret that my mom, Celia Gibson, had two families. When she was up in Northline, she stayed with Dad and me. When she was down in Southbank, she cared for the man who once saved her life and his son. Years ago, Arthur Poole stepped in and took a knife that should have struck her when the dock she was at exploded. From that moment, Celia lived as if her life belonged to him. Dad fought with her about it for over a decade. The wealthy in Ashport snickered behind his back, saying Liam Olson was her husband in name only. After all, Dad couldn't even get her to cut ties with her so-called savior. Then, Celia got pregnant with my little sister. Arthur called her, scream