The House Of Eve の小説・ストーリー

Third-person POV Kaylee locked the door and sauntered toward the bed where the half-naked man lay. Her red stilettos made her presence known in the room as they made contact with the smooth floor. Adam grinned mischievously at the beauty that stood in front of him. His trousers were discarded in a corner a while back before she arrived. She was as beautiful as the cardboard cut-out he was shown when he picked her. No doubt she was the sexiest in the whore house.

Damon was in his house sulking when one of the last people he wanted to see showed up. When he saw Eve he got up from his couch and stared at her in surprise, "who let you in here? Haven't I warned you not to show up at my house anymore?" Eve walked in despite Damon's words and said, "why do you hate me so much, Damon? No matter what I do, you refuse to notice me. All you see is Ava but the only thing she does is party at clubs and sleep with other men."

EVE I was more than a little relieved as we pulled up to the Bane mansion. I couldn't figure out how to buy a pregnancy test at the pharmacy without them seeing, so we just got things to help with the nausea. The trip home after had been silent, but Kha and Drake's concern spoke louder than words. I'd scared them badly. Before I could even step out of the truck, Drake was already there. He lifted me out and carried me inside. "Alright, Eve. You'll have to tell us if we went overboard with your calm room," Drake said as they carried me through the hallways. "We aimed for peaceful, but we might have gone a bit… Uhh, extra."

The old man invited them inside his house again to discuss things he knew about the record. "I was cleaning room 106 that time when Marie Anderson died. It was the fifth day of September, they were about to leave the hospital since Marie was already fine. However, they were not allowed to go home unless they settle their account. Her father went out to find some money and when he returned after paying the remaining balance he barrowed from his friend, there was a knife stabbed on his daughter's neck. Marie has the chance to survive if the doctor attended her earlier. But since they were poor, the doctor ignored the dying patient and sent her father away. Marie died that day because of the ho

But she can't be selfish. "I'll see you when you get home." she said. Home. He never thought of this house as his home. But now, with her here, it was everything that he didn't know he wanted. He was home. # The day passed by quickly, and after lunch in the afternoon, Evie was finished with inquiring with different stores for the materials she needed for the house. She also looked up a store that sells various paintings from different artists, just in the city. She was so excited to look at the paintings, but she wanted to choose with Alvaro.

Heath sat at his desk thoughtfully. He rotated his chair to face the wall behind him. Pushing the red button on the remote control in his left hand, he turned on the fifty- two inch, flat screen monitor, which hung on the wall behind him. It quickly went through it's voice guided starting options. He chose the source button on the thin black remote. "Source selection Open HDMI1-MHL," echoed through the large open space. "Source selection close HDMI1-MHL," the electronic voice announced. Suddenly, Faidh's sleeping image appeared on the screen. The blank expression on Heath's face quickly changed to tenderness. This WAS his Eve. She just HAD to be!

Three days before Sheldon was supposed to leave the country, he mortgaged our house. He even helped us pack, moving me and the boys into a tiny one-room basement unit on the third floor down. It was barely 300 square feet and was damp, musty, and dark. Sheldon stood in the middle of that little room, talking to our sons as if he was giving some grand speech.

Zeus started with the story they were supposed to tell the Karts before they got to the main issue. The living room went silent as the family was suddenly engrossed with the story Zeus started telling them. "Eve was actually a born hybrid. Her mother was a powerful witch of her time. And her father was actually a grim reaper. Her mother slept with a grim reaper as a payment for not taking the soul of an old witch who was giving all her secret spells to Eve's mother. What she didn't know, a grim reaper could impregnate a few creatures. As she was a witch, she conceived the seed the Grim reaper left inside Eve's mother. I guess she was just born to take shit from everyone." Dabria continued th

She spoke intermittently and with the heaviness and complicated feelings of someone who knew she was near death. “I have to be honest with you on one thing, Morgan.” There was some violent coughing, then more difficulty breathing from the cyanide poisoning. “Actually, on the night your sister died, I was at the department event with Kellan. I heard his conversation with her on the phone. I wasn’t paying too much attention, so by the time I got to the roof, I watched Celeste jumping down…” The audio clip was still playing, and Cynthia’s voice got even weaker.

EVE'S POV:- I felt someone's hand on my cheek. I slowly opened my eyes and sat up abruptly. I saw myself lying on a bed I did not recognize at all. I looked for the person who was rubbing their hand on my cheek to wake me up. But to my surprise,no one was around. I was all alone in the room I was not able to recognize either. I stood up and jumped off of the bed. I looked out from the window. The garden looked familiar but I did not recognize it at first. It took me a few minutes to recognize that I was looking at the garden of the hell I was raised in. It was my parents' house.