The House Of Eve Novels & Stories

"My name is, Konan, I'm the inn owner. We saw that you had a baby with you, then we took the initiative to bring warm milk to her, the baby bottle it's clean so you don't have to worry." She's kind and has good energy emanating from her. "Thank you, very much, can you..." "Of course, I can give it to her." She looked at me with a lovely smile and I felt my heart warm, I smile at her and she held me. "What's her name?" "It's Evie." "Evie... what a beautiful name, just like her. She must look like her mother, I supposed." Haha- not at all. I'm just like my father's copy, that beautiful and arrogant evermore.

Third POV Eve's fists were clenched in fury as Vespera strode out of the room, fully aware that she had orchestrated a plan to eliminate Helen, knowing all too well that she could succeed. Vespera understood that Helen's demise would place her mother squarely in his sights, serving as the final catalyst to drive him away from her, and she was absolutely correct in her assessment. As Vespera exited the room, brimming with joy and a sense of triumph, she believed this marked the beginning of her new era—one without Eve. What she failed to realize was that she had inadvertently exposed herself, something Eve would have never anticipated.

Eve stood in front of the small, modest house where she'd grown up....where Margaret Chen had raised her with love and sacrifice and everything a mother should give. "Are you ready for this?" Damian asked quietly. "No," Eve admitted. "But I have to do it anyway." They entered the house...the brothers having to duck slightly to fit through the doorframe. Everything looked the same as Eve remembered, but smaller somehow. Like she'd grown and the world had shrunk.

“Because soon, things are going to change. And when they do… I don’t want you caught in the crossfire.” “Crossfire?” My voice wavered. “Ian, what are you into? What are you talking about” Instead of answering, he smirked faintly, leaning close enough for me to feel the heat of his breath. “Stay close to me, Eve. Or you might just… disappear.” Before I could respond, he brushed past me and disappeared into the night, leaving me trembling at the gate, unsure if the shiver down my spine was fear or something darker. ⸻

Eve still blushed at times when I tried to seduce her, and I loved seeing her cheeks turn red. "I won’t ever say no to that." Eve said, walking towards me and putting her arms around my neck. I carried my wife up the stairs and to our bedroom. We had chosen this house together, and it was a very different house than my first. Our house was close to our family, so we could babysit; it had a guest room filled with toys and large open spaces because Eve still had a hard time with small spaces. There were windows everywhere, and the house was filled with plants and flowers.

Serena losing her baby was never random. It was never an accident born of anger alone. It was fate correcting itself in the most merciless way possible. Long before Serena ever walked into Julian’s life believing she had found love, another woman had already paid the price for that illusion. Eve had once been the offering. Burned quietly, strategically, by a woman who believed bloodlines were more important than lives. Mrs. Vale had made sure Eve never carried a child for her son. Never carried anything that could tie her permanently to that family. Eve never gave birth in her past life. Not because she could not love. Not because she did not want to. But because her body had been turned int

* 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.

Forgiven. My ghost hovered in that ice-cold courtyard, nearly frozen through. On New Year's Eve, fireworks cracked and boomed outside, painting the night sky in bursts of blinding gold and various colors. From the manor windows, the display was spectacular. But inside, the holiday dinner was a tomb—silent and stagnant. Father sat at the head of the table. Before him were two place settings. One was for Matthew.

"Holy shit..." The video hadn't even finished playing before gasps and exclamations rippled through the room. "This is beyond messed up..." "I thought Isla was just so pissed she used AI to fake it—but it's actually real..." "Mr. Gabelman and his sister-in-law broke into Isla's house to have an affair... Madison even went through all of Isla's belongings and ruined her stuff..." "Isla's got some serious patience... if that were me, I'd have lost it yesterday..."