My Name Is Eva Novels & Stories

Alpha Trent was staring at me but I acted differently. I'm sorry, mate. "Add more soup here, Eva!" Alpha Trent's father ordered me. I went to serve him by then Alpha Seth spoke. "Eva, I thought you were Evelina" He spoke and turned to me. Beads of sweat formed on my face and my breath shuddered. "Her name is Eva not Evelina" "Oh, such a beautiful name for such a damsel" Alpha Seth cast a lewd gaze at me. "May I make a request, Sir?" He faced Alpha Trent's father.

Then she wrapped her arms around me, patting my back gently like I was a child. “Go to sleep, Emma. We have to get up early to chop wood tomorrow.” The pale moonlight filtered through the thin, paper-covered windows, casting a soft light on her face. She was only twenty-two, but the corners of her eyes were already lined with fine wrinkles. Her face was etched with exhaustion and weariness. She didn’t look like this when I first met her. Her real name was Evelyn Anderson. She must’ve been the shining light in her family’s eyes.

Then I remembered the cab door closing in my face. I kept walking. Nico was waiting at the bottom of the stairs. He offered his arm, and I took it because I wanted to, not because anyone had arranged it. Around us, cameras flashed. Donors turned. Evan pushed through two security men. " Leah, I need to talk to you." I stopped a few feet away. "That's not my name." Pain crossed his face, real enough to be inconvenient. "Alessia. I didn't know."

I couldn’t let him see my pain. “Mumma, I saw Riva baby!” he exclaimed, eyes shining. “Mumma, she is so beautiful.... so little..... I love Riva baby. I suggested that name! I read it in a book — the little fairy’s name was Riva. And Mumma, you call me Eri, and everyone calls you Eva… Eri and Eva so Riva! Eva Eri and Riva our family Mumma.” His joy was pure, unfiltered.

EVA. The breeze blows past me and I rub my hands down my arms from the coldness that it brings with it before I slip my hands into my pockets and only then do I feel the vibration of the phone inside. Lifting the mobile to my face, mom's name is across the screen and I decide to leave it at first, but knowing she wouldn't stop calling until I take it; I swipe the button to the side and press the phone to my ear. "Eva? Where are you, baby?" Her panicked voice echoes through and I say, "I'm out. I was taking a walk. "

"Do you think I will let someone take you away from me? No one is taking away your freedom Eva, You don't belong to some psychopath who is manipulating you, okay?" "He is dangerous, Vin" she yells getting off my lap but I draw her right back. "So am I Eva, Just give me a name," I yell back in frustration and she sighs, silently watching me. "It's Ivan, Vin. Ivan Rudolf" The name slips away from her lips and my jaw tenses. Did it have to be him? Of course, it will always be him.

said the woman in her clear, calm voice. “Thanks a lot.” “You’re welcome. What’s your name?” “Zehra. Yours?” “Ah... lovely name,” the woman paused. “Yes… it appears you know my niece. I’m Eva, by the way.” “Your niece?” The woman nodded. “My niece.” That’s when it hit Zehra. She gasped. “Oh my god, you’re–" “Yes, I’m Nora’s aunt.” “Holy…” Eva smiled wistfully. “How’s she doing?”

Rachel bowed immediately, and she bowed to me in return. “Luna Denara,” she said with a bright smile. “It’s so good to finally see you up close. I’ve heard so much about you and… I’ve been watching you from afar.” “Oh, thank you…” I replied, caught off guard by her enthusiasm. “Eva. Eva Lucas,” she introduced herself. “It’s lovely to meet you, Eva.” I smiled politely. “Are you heading to the park court too?” She shook her head, a little flustered. “No, not really. I… I don’t think I’ve earned that privilege yet.”

I looked away. "I'd be busy tomorrow, Eva." I paused and slowly turned to look at her. She was sitting up now. A huge frown planted on her face. "And who's Eva? You moaned her name during sex too." "She's no one." I got out of bed now and she stood too. "I'm sure I've heard that name or seen it before... Was it Eva Voss?" My eyes shun at the mention of that name. How did she find out?

“She means you don’t play like someone who’s just here for fun.” I narrowed my eyes slightly. “And you two do?” The blonde smirked. “Fun is relative, isn’t it? ”The dark-eyed woman extended a hand. “Eva.”I hesitated before shaking it. Her grip was firm, assured.The blonde followed suit, offering her hand with a playful grin. “Mia.” I shook hers too. “Al—.” But before the word fully left my lips, Eva beat me to it. “Alessia.”