Evelyn Hugo And Celia Fanfiction Novels & Stories

The surrounding skin was swollen and raw, the dried blood dark and crusted. My legs felt weak as I inched closer, trembling all over. I kneeled by her side, carefully cleaning her up. Eve kept her eyes tightly shut, but tears continued to stream down her cheeks. I hugged her trembling body tightly. "Eve, let’s try to escape again! I’m ready this time. We’ll go together." Her eyes fluttered open, a hint of confusion in them. "Can I... really still get out?" I nodded firmly. She gently squeezed my hand, and a flicker of hope returned to her eyes.

Smiling, “I’ve always believed in making the best of a bad situation. Think about it, Hugo. It’s the only way you can ensure your secrets stay buried.” The tension in the room became palpable as Hugo Thornton contemplated my proposal. I hadn’t confronted my uncle of his moles, and all the other moves he made to bring me down, but taking France from him was going to be my biggest blow. “I will leave you some time to think, but don’t make me wait for too long.” I finally said, knowing I needed to see Celia as soon as I got home. She could hate me all she wanted. That only fueled my passion even more. I couldn’t wait to devour every inch of her, using every hole just as I had promised her.

“ I do not have a business with anything that concerns my mom and her husband and kids, they were the reason I went through so much abuse on the street “ she hissed and she picks her drink and sips out. Evelyn disappears back into the jet and she sits crying thinking at the conversation between her mom and Brianna and she looks toward her husband and sister, they were done making out he cuddles her and he opens his eyes and he looks at her and smiles and he kisses her and Evelyn returns into Marylyn’s body and she opens her eyes and she sees her husband starting at her and he kisses her. “ You are so amazing” he says to her and kiss her. “ You must be hungry” he says and he dresses up and he

Not now and she nods, letting it go just as quickly. “Are we going somewhere?” Toby asks, looking between us. “Yeah,” Nina answers easily, leaning slightly against the counter. “Mini trip.” His face brightens just a little. “Really?” “Really,” she confirms. Evelyn zips up a bag, her movements more controlled now, even if there’s still tension sitting under her skin. “We’re ready,” she says after a minute. “Let’s go,” I reply. ***

EVANGELINE. I’m disappointing him… ‘Yes, you are disappointing him. Let me take over. I’ll rip that bitch to shreds. If you weren’t so useless, she wouldn’t have gotten so free!’ Evelyn hisses. My eyes prickle with tears, but I refuse to let them fall. Celia chuckles. “Awe, are you going to cry? Evangeline the crybaby.” She sneers. “Can’t take a few punches.” I’m not crying because of that, I’m not a crybaby! I’m failing him. I am useless.

Celine “Let me guess, it’s about that mischievous knight.” Evelyn broke the silence in the room, snapping me out of my thoughts that had stretched a bit too long. Evelyn was helping me with my sore muscles while Bridgette Arienna. Penny, silent as always, wrote in her journey she always carried around. And as usual Evelyn saw through me. I sighed as she reached a sore spot, but I was sighing for another reason entirely. “I just want to know what under that darn amour! Why does he have to be so stubborn about it? Is there a third eye? Is he ugly or something?”

Evelyn knew how I felt about Celia and about her shameless attempts to get close to Adrian, yet here she was, parading the woman right in front of me. Celia stopped beside Adrian’s window, leaning in with that fake sweetness dripping from her voice. “Good morning, Adrian,” she cooed, leaning in for a peck. Adrian shifted back, avoiding her entirely, and shot a sharp look at his mother. “What’s she doing here?” Evelyn shrugged, completely unfazed. “We have a lunch appointment after this. Since it’s close by, I thought she might as well join us for the tasting.” My teeth clenched as I fought to keep my composure. Evelyn was lying, her tone was too nonchalant, too calculated. This wasn’t conven

Selena walked to the balcony of her apartment, lit a slender cigarette, and gazed over the city lights. “Slowly, Evelyn,” she whispered. “I won’t bring you down with a single blow… but with wounds you never let heal.” --- Meanwhile – In Evelyn’s Apartment Evelyn was re-reading the investigation documents about her mother’s foundation. Tucked between the aging pages, she found a faded handwritten note from her mother: > “If you’re reading this one day, it means you’re strong enough to learn who sold out our trust.” Evelyn closed her eyes, holding her breath.

” Ellie said. ”Will do.” Eve said and hung up. Elyon dropped her phone and sighed again. She knew Evelyn was right but how could she face Cesar and tell him that he had a daughter and she was none other than Miesa? She didn't want to know how he'd react. ”He’ll definitely have a coronary if I tell him." She thought unhappily. She imagined going into Cesar’s office looking very beautiful in a sky blue knee length gown and her hair packed sideways. As usual Cesar would look up from his laptop and whistle lowly when he saw her – did that every time she walked into his office.

Why did fate bring me back to the man I tried desperately to avoid? The faces of two men crossed Velia's mind—the man who used to be her past and the one she hoped would be her future. Unfortunately, the past resurfaced, and she didn't know how the future would react if it found out what had happened. Would Harry accept me if he know what I did? But that was not the only question continuously occupying Velia's mind. There was another, even worse possibility. My luck of escaping from Lucas won't come twice. A knock shattered the various thoughts swirling in Velia's mind. She turned and, for a moment, her body tensed.