Evelyn Hugo Based On Novels & Stories

Warning - This story contains dark content (This story is based on pure fiction and imagination. In no condition this is meant to hurt anyone's political or religious views. This is just for the entertainment purpose.) The story belongs to... Damon Delgado who is a mafia lord who is as feared as death, he never hurts women though, but what happens suddenly is that he forces a widow woman to marry him. Was he in love? No! He was in hate and the marriage is Punishment for her. What did the poor woman do to him to deserve that? Mira Thakur, the hot headed and short tempered girl. How is she going to handle the torture of her mafia husband? When the two different worlds collide, the darkness blazes. If Damon is ice then Mira is a fire!

She thought the worst thing that could happen to her had already happened. Her husband. His assistant. Eight years of marriage quietly falling apart on a Tuesday afternoon while she was at work. She was wrong. Evelyn Harper bought the house on Harrow Hill to disappear. Remote. Abandoned. Cheap enough to make her laugh out loud at two in the morning. She should have asked why it was so cheap. From the very first night, something in the walls knew her name. Evelyn. Low and unhurried. The way someone speaks your name when they have been waiting a very long time to say it out loud finally. Then came the touch. Fingertips, cool and deliberate, ghosting along the inside of my thigh. I shifted, half asleep, my legs parting before I could think better of it. The touch climbed higher, slow and patient, tracing the seam of me, circling the ache that bloomed hot and sudden between my legs. I was embarrassingly wet, instantly wet ,hips rocking into nothing, chasing the sensation. Then she knew that; Something ancient lived in that house. Something that had chosen her specifically. Something that had been waiting for her bloodline for over a century. And the lonely man who follows her into its darkness may be the only thing standing between Evelyn and losing herself forever. Some houses don't just haunt you They own you.

I was three months pregnant when our enemies ambushed me on a private drive in Manhattan’s East Side. A bullet punched through the window. Glass buried itself in my shoulder. With the last bit of strength I had, I hit the Moretti family’s encrypted distress signal and called my husband, Adrian Moretti, for help. He didn’t come. Later, I found out he had pulled the Moretti family’s best trauma surgeon and security detail away that night to stay with his old flame, Evelyn Langdon. She had just lost her husband. She was carrying his child. She said a nightmare had left her gasping for air. I lost our baby in the emergency room. When I woke up, the first thing I saw was Evelyn’s new post. [Some people don’t need to ask. He’ll still drop everything and come running. Thank you, A. You always know what I need most.] In the photo, Adrian was kneeling by her bed, fastening the ruby necklace around her throat. The same necklace he had promised me for our tenth anniversary. I didn’t cry. I didn’t make a scene. I called Professor Clark. “Professor, I’ll take the classified seat at the Artemis Northern Institute. Start the Black Ice Protocol. Wipe my public identity as soon as possible.”

I'm getting married soon—but not to my boyfriend of six years, Soren Cruz. He's the mafia boss based in Mehico and is currently busy "working" with his new underboss, Thea Ramirez. Lately, he's been so swamped with work that he completely forgot about me and our promise to get married on our sixth anniversary. At the Christmas party, he ordered Thea's favorite almond cake. He forgot I'm allergic to almonds. While his friends were messing around, a slice of cake hit me right in the face. I fainted on the spot. When I woke up, I told Mom I didn't want to marry Soren anymore. I'm going back.

"Hey Jerry, that's my daughter! Where do you think you're touching?" My colleague, Jerry Steele, has had too much to drink in the bar. He's mistaken my daughter, Maya Glover, for an escort of the bar. His hand keeps roaming across her thighs. At one point, he almost reaches up her skirt to touch her. What's crazy is that Maya seems to enjoy the way Jerry touches her, based on how horny she seems. Then, I look at Jerry's daughter, Lucinda Steele. Her chest is so big that her top is about to burst from the pressure. In that case, don't blame me for what I'm about to do to your daughter, Jerry!

From kissing the wrong twin to entering into a contract marriage with her the next day! *** Eve's normal life of a daycare teacher shatters when she attends her identical twin sister's contract marriage to a ruthless billionaire... But her selfish twin has run away! Eve may have refused to fill in for her sister's shoes and save her family from losing everything, But she can't turn away when her twin sister's abandoned infant calls her, 'Ma...ma!' Now she has to pretend to be like her heartless sister who is a model, but how long can she deceive the ruthless CEO, Alessandro as well as the media? And can it be purely based on contract when Allesandro is hotter than a sex god?

The book is the first-person account of a young biracial Mexican and African American woman, Evelyn Rosalyn Amiss. She repeatedly transports in time between her home in Texas and then Newark, New Jersey to different time periods. She meets and helps some of her ancestors along the way. This is my first journey into a fantasy, time travel novel. I hope you stick around for each riveting, historical and spicy page turner. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living, or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Evelyn had been living a hard life. She had many enemies around her that were waiting for her downfall. However, she happened to stumble upon a book that had turned her life upside down. When she woke up, she found herself being transported inside the world that she had happened to read. What's more, she found out that her adoptive parents had sold her off to the infamous psychopathic villain in their city. Can she escape from the hands of the infamous psychopathic villain? Or would she willingly submit herself to him?

Sofia Marino infiltrates a mafia family based in Norvale just so she can investigate a series of missing persons case. She originally thinks that she will definitely marry Aurelio Bianchi. That is, until he shows up with another woman clinging to his arm and personally tramples all over Sofia's pride and ego. Only then does she realize that her five-year relationship with Aurelio is nothing but a joke. That's when Sofia leaves Aurelio entirely and picks up her gun once again. Meanwhile, Aurelio finally realizes that he doesn't just lose a woman—he's also lost the only woman who has actually loved him and is the only one capable of saving him.

Evelyn Reed had a one-night stand with a stranger after being drugged by her stepsister. She lost everything; her home and her inheritance, and was thrown in the street. She became pregnant and her world came crumbling down. Five years later she returns to her country as a successful designer and starts working in the knight group. What happens when she discovers a shocking truth, Logan Knight, the youngest billionaire and the CEO of the Knight Group, was the man from that night and the father to her kids? Will they get together? Will her stepsister pay for her actions?