Ever since they were young, Sammie has always had a crush on her brother's best friend Chris. Over the years, her feelings only grew stronger and stronger but what will happen when Chris is back in town for her brother's wedding and the two are brought together once again.
When Jordan is introduced to her best friend's brother Chris, the Evans family see the connection between the two and get to work setting up the two, but they quickly find that nothing goes to plan. A Chris Evans fan fiction
❝at eighty, I'll be holding your hand and saying, we made it princess.❞ in which he's still her captain and she's still his princess. book two in chrismen series. started ; nov. 27, 2017 published ; feb. 4, 2018
I thought I was better alone. I knew I could make it alone and be fine. But when he came into the picture, maybe I didn't have to be alone. He could be the one that completes the puzzle, or he could be the one that breaks my heart and stomps on it a couple times. He is Chris Evans...you know the famous one... Lucy, kn...
"Hey....be my girlfriend." Chris swallowed nervously. "Really?" Laney slid her hands over his chest and then under her chin propping it up, so she could look him in the eyes. He nodded pulling his baseball cap low to his eyes. "I mean I know that we have wild schedules and things won't always be easy, but I've been cr...
Erica is overjoyed that she finally can buy her own home with a big backyard for her dog. Shortly after she moves in, the neighbor's dog wanders over with his owner close behind... who happens to be none other than Chris Evans.
Breelan and Chris have been friends for years. Friends with an occasional side of benefits. This time is different though. When he comes home to Boston to take a few months off, the last thing Breelan expected was to fall head over heels in love with him.
I raised one manicured eyebrow at Julia, my receptionist, who was sitting behind the desk with an enormous, excited smile on her face. She handed me my next patient's information sheet and I quickly scanned the paper, readjusting the black, Prada glasses on my nose. I smirked silently, it always made me laugh when pat...