My Name Is Eva Novels & Stories

Eva grinned when she saw Julian walking toward them with a sad face. "Do you have a modeling agency?" Dave asked. Eva ignored his question. "We are going to work together on the garden and stadium." "Thank you, ma'am," Paul smiled. "I'm Eva, just call me Eva," Eva grinned." "Thank you, Eva," Paul said with a smile. "Eva, can I see you for a moment?" Julian, who could not stand the drama anymore spat out contemptuously. Eva stared up at him and stood up from the chair without uttering a word.

" Introduce yourself" She heard one of the men asked indifferently and she sighed. She cleared her throat and stood up. " I'm Eva Adams. 22 years old and a graduate of Harvards. A first class student and I graduated early last year." She replied just like Amy had told her to and she searched the faces of the men with her keen eyes to find out if there was any contempt or displeasure on their faces but there was none,She breathed in relief and sat down.

Then I heard a clearing of the throat. "Electra... I wanted to ask you something for a while now" Eva said and I realized she is desperately trying to change the subject. "Sure... what is it?" Electra said while starting to eat... "When we first met... why did you tell me your name was Paige?" Eva asked her and even I wanted to know... why she hid her true name, she didn't even know that Eva was my sister...

I was captivated by his words, by his fingers tracing patterns down my skin, by the raw emotions dancing in his eyes. I was beyond captivated by this strange man. “I…don’t understand anything you’re saying. Who are you? What are you? What is this ‘mate’ you speak of?” His lips broke into a devious smirk. “Well, aren’t you curious? First, tell me your name.” I frowned, considering it. “Fine, I’m Evanora. Eva for short.” “Evanora.” It rolled off his tongue in a seductive whisper. “It sounds exotic. I love it.”

Her brows furrowed and she looked behind her, to know if there was someone there, when she saw no-one she turned to him; ''You mean me? Blake frowned; ''is there any other person in this room apart from you?” Evie laughed; ''Wait, you mean, you don't know me?” she stared at him unbelievably. Which citizen of Australia did not know her, where did he come from? Blake tilted his head; ''um, am I supposed to know you?” he creased his brows in wonder. Evie laughed; ''No, no, that’s not it, I thought… I thought I told you my name earlier. Ha-ha.” She laughed; ''don't mind my manners, I'm Evie. ''

I ran my hands down my skirt, straightening non-existent creases, before striding over to Jim's cubicle. "Hello, my name is Eva," I began to say. Jim immediately wheeled around in his chair to face me. Evidently, he was on the phone with somebody. He put his finger to his lips to silence me, before pointing at the floor to signal what he wanted. I already knew, and dropped down to my knees in front of him.

she said, her voice tinged with a mix of fondness and sadness. "Who?" I pressed, my curiosity piqued. "Is it Christopher, your ex-mate?" Eva's gaze dropped, her eyelashes fluttering as she shook her head. "Not Christopher," she clarified, anticipating my question. I raised an eyebrow, my interest growing by the second. "Someone else?" I ventured. Eva nodded, still having that faraway look in her eyes. "The person is actually from here. I met him here when I was twenty. That day, I visited my sister and..."

Her hands began to shake. It wasn’t Matteo. It wasn’t Isabella. It wasn’t Alessandro. It wasn’t Vittorio. It wasn’t Rafael. It wasn’t anyone she expected. It was a name she had seen before. A name from the earliest documents. A name from the original birth records. A name from the first six months. A name that had appeared again and again without explanation. Eva Moretti. Zara looked toward the doorway. Eva was standing there. Her face had gone completely white.

“My friend from Yorkshire.” The woman raised one eyebrow and extended her hand toward Eva. Eva carefully accepted it. Not too strong. Not too weak. “My name?” “Eva.” “Eva,” the woman repeated, as if testing a name without a surname. “I thought you would bring a billionaire’s daughter from Dubai or an actress from Milan.” Her eyes moved over Eva. “But instead... Yorkshire.” Eva held her smile. Aron answered calmly. “Because what people expect is not always what interests me.”

For the first time since the conversation began. A faint smile tugged at the corner of Adrian's mouth. It disappeared so quickly Eva wasn't sure she'd imagined it. Richard, however, noticed. "So," he said sharply, "you find this amusing?" "No." Adrian's voice was even. "I find it interesting." He looked at Eva. "What is your full name?" She hesitated. "Eva Hart." "How long have you worked as an event planner?" "Five years." "You've organized weddings before?" "More than thirty."