Now Eva Larue 2023 Novels & Stories

I actually laughed out loud at his hypocrisy. “A father like you is worse than no father at all,” I shot back, my voice dripping with scorn. “You wouldn’t spare a single life-saving herb for your own son. What right do you have to even speak his name?” I hung up and blocked his new number. Just then, Sarah strode in, her heels clicking on the floor. She held a thick file, her face lit with the thrill of the hunt. “Eileen, I’ve got something explosive,” she said, slapping the file on the table. “I used the Council’s intelligence network to dig into Chloe. And guess what? She was never abused!”

I got up and went to freshen up and as I was having my bath, I reminisced about the dream I had and suddenly, I started feeling so hot. I quickly got out of the shower and got dressed up. Rachel walked into my room as she sat on my bed with a long face. "What's going on Rachel??? Why is your face sour??" I asked. "I am nervous Eva... I know I've always dreamt of having a perfect wedding with a perfect man but I am honestly so nervous." "Nervous about what exactly???" "About everything... as soon as Clark asked mom to proceed with the wedding arrangements, I just had this weird feeling deep within me."

Is my honest reply with a grimace on my face. “Then how old are you, Laina?” I could tell that Eeva is weary, her eyes showing even more sympathy than yesterday. “As of May this year, I turned sixteen,” I admitted, twirling a lock of hair with my finger. I look outside to watch the early October breeze rustle through the trees, feeling a little ashamed. Leaves fall in a twirling dance to the ground. The car is silent for a while, and I look to Eeva to see her eyes unfocused. I guess she is mind linking someone, Probably Tate. When her eyes regain focus, she starts driving once again, a frown on her face.

But like a vow being etched into her bones—a promise she hadn’t dared to dream of. When they broke apart, her breath trembled. “You’re late.” His mouth curved. “But worth it.” From the terrace, Eva clapped slowly. “Ten out of ten. Would watch again.” The moment almost felt safe. Almost. Until Eva’s phone buzzed, her smile faded as she checked it. “What is it?” Aria asked. Eva hesitated, then handed it over. “You’ve been tagged in something.” Aria unlocked it. A shaky, grainy video loaded—her, outside Luca’s building weeks ago. Eyes red. Belly was noticeable beneath her dress. Crying.

Yara “Luna, may I speak with you privately?” one of the female warriors asks, coming up behind us. “I can clean. I just need to know where everything is,” Noelle says eagerly. “Stay with Savannah until I get back,” I tell her, then turn to the warrior. “I’m sorry, I don’t know your name,” I say. “I’m Eva, Luna.” “Eva, come with me, let’s take you into a room so we can talk privately.”

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.”

<<62>> * If you trust God's timing then you will realize that it's for your own good. * **** ------- Author's Pov ----- “ Joseph is madly in love with your Best friend. ” This words kept ringing in Evie's head several minutes after the call had ended and she still found the information overwhelming and too good to be true. Her sister Lyra Raymond is a well known fashion designer and researcher, who resided in Paris with her fiance. Given how up to date she was about everything regarding fashion, lifestyle and social media, Evielyn never hesitated to go to her when she had questions regarding those.

she snapped, her voice rising. Without warning, Silvio raised his other hand and struck her cheek. The slap rang out through the room. The girl's face turned, her hair, once neatly tied back..spilling across her shoulder. To everyone's shock, she suddenly burst into laughter. "You want to know who I am?" she taunted, her eyes darting over to the three stunned faces behind Silvio. She met his gaze and smirked "I'm Eva, daughter of Laura-the woman you murdered all those years ago in Romano's mansion"

She was no longer sitting casually on the sofa, but sat up straight to confirm what she was seeing. There, clearly, was the figure Maria had known for the past five years. Walking with confidence, not paying much attention to her surroundings, the faint smile Maria knew contained gentleness and warmth was visible on her face, as was her graceful posture despite the dress that made it difficult to walk. But Maria was not mistaken about who that person was. “Isn't that... Mrs. Evangeline?” Maria stammered. ”I'm not mistaken, am I, ma'am?” Rita nodded emotionally. “Yes. That's Eva. I'm amazed and didn't expect her to be this brave. And look,” Rita approached the flat-screen TV. Pointing to the

Grey held my left hand and pulled me to the extremely long ticket line. "This stupid ass line is so fucking long and that guy is so slow, we'll probably get our tickets when the carnival closes", the oh-so familiar voice said in front of us. "Cam", he turned around to see me, along with the girl he was with. She was so fucking beautiful by the way; bright green eyes, brown hair and she looked Mexican and very familiar. "Evie, you're here, Ari, meet Eve, my friend and Eve, meet Ari, my new girlfriend", he pointed to her and I shook hands with her. She looked so fucking familiar but I couldn't put my finger on where exactly I'd seen her before.