The House Of Eve Novels & Stories

She had beautiful black hair exactly like Axel. The third born, a handsome, healthy baby boy with black hair streaked with silver, she named Cavil Voss of the House of the Lycans and BloodClaw Pack. The fourth born was a princess, she named her Darcy Voss of the House of the Lycans and BloodClaw Pack. She had full dark hair with a streak of silver. The fifth born was also a beautiful princess. She named her Evanora Voss of the House of the Lycans and BloodClaw Pack. She had full silver, golden hair.

I woke up with a start, my heart racing. The dream lingered, Eve's face etched in my mind. It wasn't just any Eve, but the Eve from the mating ceremony. "The Eve" who had stirred something within me. As I lay there, memories flooded my mind: her smile, her laughter, her tears. And the realization hit me: the Eve from my dream was the same Eve I met at the ceremony. My mind reeled. How could this be?

EVE’s POV 5 years ago. "Ma'am Eve!" I could hear my personal maid yelling my name as she burst into my room. I tried so hard to open my eyes, and a throbbing ache pierced through my skull when they finally flickered open and met the light. Micah was standing by my bedside, looking anxious and worried. "The election is set to commence in 40 minutes. I thought you'd be ready by now. Remember, you have to rehearse your speech before you go out there."

Aarons knew about, the ones he thought he gave her. Eve had others that she had learned about in Scotland. But there hadn’t been time to train much on them, only a few whispered lessons in a clearing in the woods before the daughter of Hecate who spoke to her had left. It was enough. Eve crouched and dug her fingers into the soil beneath her. She felt it. The life that surged through the earth, the distant machine humming of the Facility, and the labored breathing of the scientists and security at the Facility.

Afternoon light slanted through the lace curtains of the master suite, laying soft gold bars across the antique furniture. Eve sat on the edge of the bed, the hidden phone trembling faintly in her lap as the screen lit with an incoming call. She recognized the number instantly — Mrs. Alvarez, the woman who'd lived two doors down from the cramped apartment where Eve had grown up, who'd brought over casseroles during the worst months of her mother's illness and sat with Marlene on nights Eve couldn't get off her diner shift. The closest thing to family Eve had left outside the lie she was currently living.

“So my ancestral home has been reduced to a giveaway item.” She shrugged weakly. “Pretty much.” I exhaled slowly. “Humanity never disappoints.” --- I followed her up the narrow stairs. The Varyn House shivered, breathing again after two centuries of stillness. In the kitchen, she turned a dial on a black metal box. Blue fire bloomed inside it. I recoiled. “You summon flame indoors?!” “It’s gas!” “You worship gas?” “It’s for cooking!” “You enslave fire for breakfast!” “It’s called convenience!”

We had just finished what I considered to be round one and there was a loud bang on the door. I knew it was either Heath or Beth but Heath never bothered me. I doubted either of them knew I was home though since I wasn’t expected until later and I had driven myself. “Eve! Eve I’m freaking out I need you! Eve are you in there? I’m freaking out, I just took a pregnancy test!” ~End of Part One~

"I believe you are right. But I don't understand how your son could be looking so similar to me." Lowering her face, Eve began to explain, "Once, I worked as a housemaid in Julius and his sickly wife's mansion. After working for half a year, Julius and I were secretly close to each other." "One day, I accidentally caught Julius performing a magical ritual in the basement—his face changed. Then he realized I saw him and caught me. He said he had to kill me if I reported it to anyone, and he persuaded me to become the mother of his child. At first, I was happy, thinking we would have a serious relationship, but it turned out the child came from a potion that Julius gave me to drink."

Jonny knew I loved my arse being stretched, it wasn't even about how much I had inside me, but about how wide I could stretch my ring - when that muscle started to expand, my clit would throb delightfully and when I had an orgasm it spread from my clit to my vagina to my arsehole, more so than ever now I had been so stretched and I didn't want to ever lose that. I kept the plug in. I cooked some dinner and we ate together upstairs. Then Jonny wanted to go back to sleep for a while. His plans were disrupted by a sharp knocking on the door. Then someone rang the bell. This time I spied carefully from the bedroom window and was astonished to see Celeste at the door. "Who is it?" Jonny asked me.

They were just there, then gone. "Hope House," a woman said in a sing-song voice. "This is Eve." Shit. Cole pressed his hand to his mouth. Cal's wife. She didn't want Cole to have anything to do with them. He couldn't blame her. "Hello?" the woman said. "Yeah, hi." Cole cleared his throat. "Hi, Eve." Silence. More silence. "Cole?" the woman said slowly. Cal was happy. Cole had to believe that. And all Cole would do was fuck that up.