Novel & Cerita My Name Is Eva

“Well, then I'd rather you kill me than your dad.” The door opened, and to their surprise, the person who opened the door was a pretty little girl with short curly blonde hair and big bright blue eyes, about five years or thereabout. “Who are you guys?” She asked in a tiny soprano voice, her big eyes glancing up at Rahim and Ana. Ana smiled at her, then crouched down, “Hey, kid…” “It's Eva.” The little kid corrected, “My name is Eva.” “Aww, such a cute name for a cute kid,” Ana said in a mimicking little voice. “Hi Eva, I'm Ana. We're looking for Uncle Arthur.”

Therefore, she wanted nothing to do with him. Meet me. I’ll brush up on your memory. No, thanks. I don’t go meeting strangers.–Eva. We can be friends if you give me a chance. No, I have more than enough friends. I don’t need more - Eva. Please, Coco. My name isn’t Coco - Eva I know your name, but I love calling you Coco. Where did you get my number? - Eva I know your address, your workplace, your date of birth, everything. So will you meet me now or do I drop in at your apartment to see you?

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Surprisingly she asked softly but even then Eva did not miss the twinge of ego in her voice. "Yes." Eva replied to her. She extended her hand towards Eva while saying, "I am Aster." Eva returned the favour by shaking her hand, "Hi, I am Eva." "Do you work with Liam and Rush, Eva?" Aster asked while giving her a small smile. Eva did nor know what to say so she replied awkwardly, "Uh.. yeah, sort of." "Oh, you do not need to hide anything from her." Suddenly a pretty woman came up to Aster and announced to Eva,

I said with a smile, stretching my hand forward to shake her. “It’s okay; my name’s Eva, by the way,” the girl said, the smile on her face going from a cheerful one to a knowing smirk. She walked away without taking her meal, and as I stared at her, I thought to myself, “Where have I heard that name before?” “Probably doesn’t matter; I should go do some dishes now,” I said, then turned to the exit of the room I and Christine were in. “Gabriella, is Gabriella here?” Another female voice came from the counter. I quickly turned around and walked back to it.

"Eva Monroe's Point Of View'' I wore a baseball cap pulled low and used the rear entrance of Ridgewood Medical like I’d done a dozen times before. No paparazzi. No curious nurses snapping photos. No one is asking, "Aren’t you Cassian Vale’s fiancée?" I was just Eva again. Or Evelyn, depending on how far back you wanted to go. The name on the visitor sheet said Marla Keene. An alias I’d been using since I fled Boston. Since the trial. Since the night everything burned.

After a brief moment of shaking, I responded in a soft, sweet voice, "My name is Eva." The alpha's mother remarked to me after examining me from head to toe, "you look so elegant. It sounds like you come from a family with a lot of money." I was in a lot of stress, but I managed to answer her questions by saying, "I am not really that rich but middle and average family yes." Her questions were direct and her tone was serious. " But if I am elegant because I used to be a fashion designer student but I didn’t continue in my studies.”

a girl came running towards Jayne with excitement written all over her face, hugging her, “I missed you.”. The girl turned to Eva and asked “Who’s the chic?”. Jayne took the Liberty to introduce them “Ever meet Eva, my bestie from school and Eva meet Everest;she is more like a sister to me” Eva smiled warmly and extended her hand for a handshake. Everest smiled back and shook it. “You’re really beautiful.” she complimented, not taking her gaze off Eva’s face. Eva’s face flushed and she smiled “T-thank you”

I give her a big smile and finally get up off the floor, spreading my legs and sighing in disgust, "By the way, what's your name?" "Eva," she answers, realizing I don't care that she doesn't want to be my friend and standing up just like me, her left thigh completely wet, "Shall we go back? I don't want to get in any more trouble. We've already earned two punishments because of you."

“I have to send Micah’s lunch to him.” “Micah?” She frowns, then her eyes light up. “Oh, Mr Grayson, your hubby.” I choke on air, sputtering. “Are you always this…bold?” “Definitely.” She winks, holding a hand out. “I’m Paris.” “I’m Eva—” “Don’t insult me by assuming I don’t know who you are.” Um…okayyyy. “Sorry, I…guess?” Honestly, I don’t know what I’m doing. We’re just standing in the middle of the path, while I try to brace myself for any other thing that would tumble out of her mouth.