Everglow E:u Novels & Stories

She touched the glass gently, her voice low, trembling with both fury and obsession. “I didn’t come this far to lose, Milo,” she whispered. “You’re my ticket back. Julian will choose us, one way or another.” Back at the penthouse, Elara poured syrup over Mira’s pancakes, laughing as the little girl tried to make a “smiley face” with strawberries. Milo giggled beside her, cereal bowl half spilled, Julian’s deep laugh echoing down the stairs as he joined them. The picture was perfect, warm, domestic, golden. But their phones were buzzing, their names were trending.

I lean over and kiss him once, easy and certain, and he tastes like wine and burnt pasta and Sunday afternoon and everything I did not know I was looking for until I found it sitting across from me at a corner table with a black coffee. My phone vibrates on the counter. I glance at it. Derek. Not a call. A photo. Evan, sitting in what looks like a garden, completely absorbed in something in the grass, his small face bent over it with the total concentration only children and scientists manage. He looks like Derek around the jaw and around the eyes and he looks like nobody else in the way that children manage to be entirely themselves. Below the photo, three words. Second visit. Better. I sho

The other stripper before her grimaced. “Yeah, like she’d be proud you’re using her name for this job.” “Oh come on! Sex work is work!” Rose defended loudly. “How about you? What’s with Euphoria, pale girl?” She then turned to me when the latter ignored her. “She’s Cath. Am I right?” Another girl, whom I heard is Giana aka Victoria batted her eyes at me. Shyly, I nodded. “She’s young and she goes to school so she’s smart. Give it to her if she wants the name Euphoria.”

When I glanced down, I saw an endless stream of messages from Alexa. Each one was a cheerful photo of Liam with her and her family. In the restaurant, Liam gently placed food onto her plate. They looked at each other and smiled. He chatted politely with her parents, wearing that practiced, courteous expression. Alexa leaned into his embrace, glowing with a happiness that seemed almost blinding. All the time, she continued texting me. Alexa: [Khloe, do you see this? This is the kind of happiness you can never have.]

Ever. ****

She begged and I kissed her thigh again. "F*ck me with your tongue. Please, Brooks. Please baby. Oh god, Brooks, please." She yelled out and I knew she was about to c*m again. I brushed against her lips again with my nose and placed a kiss on them and she began to c*m. I leaned back and watched the c*m slowly stream out of her beautiful pink pu*sy. Before she had time to come down from the high she was on, I leaned in and licked the c*m that was running down to her ass and licked up to her clit. She screamed out my name and I smriked.

He questioned, seeing the nervousness in my eyes and my mouth almost tasting metallic. "Yes, I think I am." I let it out without fear, I'm the Moonglow, reincarnation of the moon goddess at least that was the mantra I chanted to myself as assurance now and then. The car eased into the driveway and there were many more wolves than the last time beta wolves, omega wolves and Gamma wolves. Just as my eyes were doing the physical calculation. One of the betas walked towards us. His face was scarred and his build was visible from the jersey shirt he worked on. His platinum blond hair was nearly brushed in Jerry curls.

Michael furrowed his brows. "Huh? We are going out." Emily grinned. "Eodiseo?" Joel sneered. (A/N: eodiseo means where/from where. In Joel's case means where) "Hmm, well I don't know yet." Emily shrugged her shoulders. "Hajiman...why are you wearing matching outfits?" Joel raised his brows. Michael furrowed his brows as he stared at Emily, that was true—the duo were rocking matching outfits. Emily was also dressed in a white sweater and dark blue pants also had sunglasses on.

I had ghosted her when she was in a hospital bed, and now, the universe was forcing me to watch her return the favor in the most public way possible. My phone suddenly screamed in my hand, the ringtone jarring me out of my stupor. For a split second, I thought it was her.... that she had changed her mind and now wanted to hear from me. But the screen read: MARCUS (MANAGER) Another grand disappointment. I answered the call, my voice a jagged snarl. "What?" "Elias? Where the hell are you? The crew has been at the studio for an hour! This is the 'Midnight' fragrance campaign, Elias. If you’re late for this, they’ll pull the contract. Where are you?"

I can use this to reclone what it cloned before but I don't have enough appliances for it or even the time to do so. I flipped it, revealing a word engraved on its aluminum surface. I narrowed my eyes in perception. "Teuer Corp."