Wall E Loves Eve Novels & Stories

"Someone just left a package in our mailroom. I want it screened before anyone touches it." The package was retrieved and examined. It was clean. No explosives, no chemicals, no biological agents. Just a small velvet pouch, identical to the one that had contained my mother-in-law's baby rattle. Inside the pouch was a silver locket, antique and engraved with the initials C.L. Celeste Lovelace. And inside the locket was a photograph of Eve, taken through the window of our apartment, with a date stamp from two days ago. Attached to the locket was a note, handwritten in elegant script.

Willow cast her a glance before she added, “Also, a word of advice: Andrew is heartless. He loves no one but himself. You can get married to him for the sake of getting what you want from it. But if you fall in love with him, you’re done for.” She stood up and turned to leave, but Eve shot to her feet and grabbed her wrist. She screeched, “You have no right to say that about him!” Before Willow could react, Eve grabbed the coffee on the table and threw it at her. The warm liquid flowed down Willow’s hair and cheeks before staining her clothes. Eve was still seething. She shoved Willow to the floor. Willow crashed into a corner of the table before landing on the floor. Her head crashed agains

"Far be it from me to stand in the way of true love." He climbed onto the mattress with feline grace, and Eve suddenly became very aware that she was naked and still sensitive and surrounded by three very large, very intent werewolves who had apparently decided that today was the day they stopped holding back. Damon's hand cupped her cheek, tilting her face toward him. "How are you feeling?" "I..." Eve's voice came out rougher than she intended. "Good. Really good." "Good isn't good enough." His thumb traced her bottom lip. "We're aiming for transcendent."

Eve froze in shock; she couldn't remember anything last night, just remembering his touches last night. "Not bad as I thought," he said. He took a slow sip, his eyes never leaving hers. Evangeline's breath increasing, she jumped out of bed in anger, "You assh*le", she shouted in anger, her bare foot slipping on the smooth floor. Just before she could fall, Nate reached out, his grip around her waist. Their faces were mere inches from each other, his breath warm against her skin. For a brief moment, the room fell silent as her gaze met his. His smirk transformed into a look that was almost... charming. Realizing the closeness, Eve snapped back, pushing herself upright, breaking the contact.

Damon stared at her in surprise, "what are you talking about? There is no next time, Eve. I have no interest in you because Ava is the one I love and even if Ava and I break up, you will never be her replacement." Eve stared at him with tears in her eyes and said, "why, Damon? But I love you so much." Seeing that Eve had begun to cry, Damon became upset, "what is the melodrama for? You know what, get out of my house." Eve stared at him in surprise but he only became angry and got up from the bed. Pulling her up from it, he shoved her naked body toward the door and yelled, "get the fuck out of my house."

She lay awake in her room, staring at the ceiling, thoughts racing. A soft knock at her window made her jolt upright. She turned, heart hammering. Elias. He stood outside, barely visible in the moonlight. Eve hesitated, then slowly moved toward the window, opening it just enough to whisper, “What are you doing here?” “I had to see you.” His voice was low, urgent. “Things are getting worse.” Eve glanced over her shoulder, paranoid someone might hear them. “You shouldn’t be here. Luca—”

With Much Love. Elvira 🤍

Never did I imagine I'd walk into Eve engaged in such activity. My dick stirred in excitement. A tattoo ran down Eve’s midsection was doing something unholy to me. When the fuck did my wife get a tattoo? Did she even like animals like that to draw a tattoo on her back? “Oh fuck,” Eve moaned again and I adjusted myself to keep my dick from pushing out of my pants. When was the last time I had sex? The plan to grab my briefcase and rush off to work has been long forgotten, all I wanted to do now was to go press myself against Eve and give her the release she was looking for. A mind blowing, nerve wracking orgasm. Maybe, if I walked up to her, she'd let me mold her tits in my palms.

"She doesn't need to hear this from you." She turned to Eve and took her hands. "Darling, I was exactly where you are now. I understand the crazy emotions you're feeling." She shifted closer to Eve like I wouldn't hear it. "Is Drake the only one?" Eve straightened. "What do you mean 'only one'? I'm loyal to your son. We weren't even together when I slept with Drake... and that was the only time. The only other time..." Her voice cracked. The tears followed.

At first, thered been confusion. But, Eve, we love you. What is this about? Trent asked from his camera, and I glared. You love me? I shot back, my face red with anger and hurt. Or am I just convenient? Do any of you know Im a real human being? “Eve! What a thing to ask! Of course, we know youre real, Mason started, but I interrupted him. When is my birthday? I asked pointedly, looking straight into the camera on my phone.