Lirik The Eve Novels & Stories

​"That'll be all." ​Liana gave a tight nod and walked out, closing the door behind her. She leaned against her desk for a quick second, letting out a small sigh before diving back into her mountain of paperwork. ♤ ♤ ♤ ♤ ♤ ♤ ​By seven thirty that evening, the sleek black town car pulled up outside the Grand Hyatt. ​The venue was massive, decorated with brilliant crystal chandeliers, velvet draping, and a crowd of well-dressed corporate elites. Photographers flashed cameras near the entrance while waiters moved through the hall carrying trays of champagne.

Lady Lena asked as tears began to well up her eyes, tears she’d earlier cleaned and fought back out of excitement had now once again clouded her eyes out of shock, and sadness. “You caused it,” Eve finally voiced out, only, she didn’t at all sound apologetic or sorry for whatever she’d done, she sounded as though she was trying to justify whatever she’d done and that alone was sickening. “What?!” Lady Lena half yelled. “I overheard you all those years ago, with Doctor Alfred in your study? You were going to toss me aside when Lucian woke and you only kept me by your side because you wanted to be sure Lucian was going to wake up without hitches, but if he did, you needed my organs, right?” Ev

she breathed, and for the first time since a cemetery two years and a lifetime ago, the words didn't feel like a lie she was telling to buy herself room to run. Firelight moved slow across the low stone ceiling long after either of them had anything left to say. Somewhere south, a car with Vivian Harlow inside it kept driving toward whatever came next. Somewhere in a command room two hours out, Ryan and Aria worked through the night without waking her. But here, in a cottage that existed on no map with Alex Voss's name attached to it, Eve slept — actually slept, dreamless and unguarded — for the first time in longer than the Lock had ever let her remember.

I know she wouldn't want to do this, her eyes was telling me to refuse. "Alright." Umakyat itong muli sa stage. Si Ivory naman ngayon ang mag-le-lead ng kanta, kinuha niya sa gilid ang gitara at saka pumuwesto malapit sa tabi ko. Ivory started strumming while I'm secretly preparing. She was also giving me soft whispers. "Relax, Eve." Naging handa ako sa pagkanta ng unang verse. Mas pinili ko na lang na pumikit nang sa gano'n ay maiwasan ko silang masipatan at para na rin hindi masindak ang sistema ko.

Truly crying now, Riley nodded. “Okay.” As Eve retreated, searching the apartment for her phone and cackling to herself over crushing a small child’s feelings, Riley couldn’t help but think she and her brothers couldn’t have planned this better if they’d tried. Riley wasn’t as talented with technology as Ryder, but she knew how to send a text message easily enough. Quickly copying every contact in Eve’s address book, she sent the voice memo off with a rush of triumph.

Every second that line stayed flat, every breath she couldn’t give her, was a theft. *** And then—soft, almost imperceptible—there was music. Not from the speakers. Not from the lab. From Eva. The child stood just beyond the wash of light from the core, her dark eyes fixed on Mira-Eve. Her hands were clasped at her chest as she began to hum—a trembling, wavering melody that swelled despite her fear. It was the lullaby. Savannah’s lullaby. The one her mother had sung in the farmhouse kitchen while the wind pressed against the windows, the one Savannah herself had whispered into Eva’s hair on a night she thought they wouldn’t see morning.

They went for three more rounds before they both fell asleep, tired and satisfied. ____________ The sun rays penetrating the room through the slightly opened window woke Eve up. She carefully opened her eyes and found her surroundings looking odd. "Where am I?" she muttered and quickly sat up. A white bed sheet was covering her. Where is this place? she pondered and gazed at the wall clock above her head. It was almost 9 am. "Oh my God!" she screamed as flashes of events from last night came running through her mind. "What have you done Eve?" she asked herself with her eyes rolling around the empty room

* And that haunting truth followed us. Eve hadn’t spoken much since the Iceland incident. She ate, slept, stared. Her eyes glowed faintly in the dark, like they were recalibrating the world around her. Adrian watched her constantly, like he was waiting for her to glitch—like she might suddenly turn on us. I couldn’t blame him. I watched her too. But Eve didn’t falter. She drew pictures. Pages and pages of things she shouldn’t know. Maps of underground bases. Faces of people we’d never met. Chemical formulas. Frequencies.

Luna yelled "Who would know that this cute and lovely girl could be this rude?? Eve whispered to herself "I can hear you " Luna said then Eve noticed that her eyes was focused on something. She looked towards her direction and see a little girl of Luna age hugging a man which Eve believe to be the girl's dad. "You miss your dad?? Eve said and Luna looked at her "What is there in missing him when I have never talk to him before?? Why am I going to miss him when he doesn't know that I do exist " Luna said Eve was about to talk when het phone started ringing

Her eyelids grew heavy as she pulled the sheet up to cover herself, then her phone beeped with the sound of a notification. Eve grabbed the phone and stared at the message, and her expression darkened. 'When you fall asleep, don't stop thinking about your love. This way, you can dream about me, and I'll also dream about you.' Eve's hands shook as she typed a reply. 'You are the craziest person I've ever known, Mr. Hudson. Don't let me see you again, otherwise, I'll make several holes in your chest with a knife. And don't text me again!'