The House Of Eve Novels & Stories

In my past life, the zombie outbreak had started on the day of the college entrance exam. Giselle and my parents had headed straight for the safe house in the countryside, leaving me alone in the house in the city. The house had been sold, but the agreement allowed me to stay until after the exam. "Selena, don't say we've ever treated you badly. We're letting you stay in the house until you come of age," they said.

He jumped back in the car and headed in. Eve was super excited to see Adam. She was no longer running from what she knew to be real. She was determined to play this thing out. She wore a cute pants suite. She had a little extra pep in her step as she got her face and hair together. she sprayed a little smell good on her neck, since that seemed to be his favorite place. She smiled thinking about it. She was ready to seriously give this a shot. The status of him being a CEO was a distant memory. She hadn’t given it any thought. It seemed so important before, but didn’t matter at all now. He was her man, he'd slept on her couch, he wore sweats and chilled with her. Mr. Black was Adam now and he

Eve turn s to Adam, not understanding the cold welcome she has been receiving from the moment she enters Dzhimara but the joy in his face talking to his family made her pause and turns back to greet them. Despite the uncomfortable vibe the lady was giving, Eve can’t help but see how beautiful she was. She had curly hazelnut colour hair too but her eyes were so black against her fair skin that it made her beauty popped out more. She wore a green dress that was all too flowery and glittery like she was heading to a ball. Suddenly, she had a wide smile on her face and offered her hand. “Delighted to see you. Miss Eve, daughter of Aidan The great, children of the goddess Khione and whatever goes

Yet, as always, she obeyed her husband, dropping to her knees, crawling under the table and taking his completely flaccid cock in her mouth, riddled with anxiety. Meanwhile, Eve finished showering, put on her robe, she always had breakfast with her parents before getting dressed, and headed downstairs. She knew today was a special day, a day she had been waiting for since she was thirteen, yet she was completely baffled by the strange way her mother had acted. Reaching the kitchen, she stopped in her tracks as she saw her mother under the table, her head bobbing up and down "Take off your robe, Eve," Dylan instructed. "You will be naked in this house of sanctuary like Job's philosophy in 1:2

Eve’s mother collapsed, her father falling beside her. Eve screamed, but the scene continued. The red-eyed woman turned to the crib in the corner—Eve’s crib. She reached in, claws extended. Eve jolted awake, gasping for breath. Sweat clung to her skin as she sat up, her hands trembling. It wasn’t just a dream. It was a memory. Her mother and father had been murdered. And the red-eyed woman—she had been after Eve too. But why? ________________________________________ Morning arrived with a sense of finality. Eve sat outside the packhouse, staring at the rising sun. Her mind was a whirlwind of questions, but one thing was certain.

“See if someone would come here and help you when you’re not supposed to be here.” “You’re crazy like your mother!” She hissed angrily. “Did you know what my mom said about your mother? You are exactly like her.” She smiled, irking at me. “Eve is an illegitimate child whose mother was a maid and a father who didn’t want to recognize her. And you? You didn’t even know who your father was!”

He got the car ready and Eve went inside and pressed a button to slide up the windows. "Eve." Ethan knocked on the window and Eve rested her back against the car seat then let her eyelids close as the car drove out of the Villa. Her phone beeped inside her bag and she brought it out to see more alert messages, then his call came in. Eve pursed her lips and pressed the switch button. She dropped the phone into her bag and let her eyes close again until the car arrived at the mansion. She came down from the car and made her way into the house, answering the servants' greetings. Apart from the servants, no one else was in sight.

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“Pfft…what curse? He was an old man who wanted power and went about it the wrong way. He should have been smarter….. I would have been smarter.” Eve gets up, straightening towards the mountain, standing tall and foreboding, and pulls back her hands with dramatic flair to tear the trees aside, offering us an unbroken view of what once was a dark place. As easy as breathing.