Does Enzo Die In Stranger Things Novels & Stories

My eyes rolled to the other side, I couldn't breathe through my nose or mouth and my heart was pounding against chest as hard as possible, pumping with adrenaline but no strength. I looked at him with lost eyes, a sad smile tugged at the corners of my lips. It wasn't really that sad because it was the ending of this mess that my father had created for me but I guess that this day finally solved the puzzle and we all know who killed me at the end. I smiled. Enzo killed me but just as I thought I was about to give up the ghost, Stefano said hurriedly, “ He has escaped.” He tossed me to the side, I flew over and my head smashed into the furniture with a bang. I looked up and I saw the trail of

Matteo's eyes went dark, and his body lay still. "Where is she? Don't make me ask again," Enzo warned touching the trigger ready to blow off Matteo's brains off. Matteo groaned in pain but he managed to speak, his voice low but loud enough for Enzo to hear, "Fuck you!" "I thought as much," Enzo said firing his gun right at Matteo's head, killing him instantly. Enzo stared at the dead body firing two more times right at his head to make sure he was dead, he crouched down in front of the body and began to pat it down with his hand looking for anything that could be useful to him.

“But why does she die now?” That was the question I couldn’t shake. I stopped pacing and turned to Enzo fully. “Do you think Damien killed her?” The room went still. Enzo didn’t rush. He never did. He weighed and always tested words first, like weapons, before using them. “It’s possible,” he said finally. “But we didn’t tell him what was stolen.” I felt something fix into place, only that it did so wrongly. “That’s what bothers me.” I laughed again, quieter this time.

Then he stretched his hand like he was about to take it off me, and I flinched, closing my eyes like he was about to hit me. I opened my eyes and saw the realization in Enzo’s eyes. He knew exactly what happened between me and Nathan. His entire face changed. “I’m going to kill him,” he said very quietly. “No, you’re not.” “Yes,” he said, turning toward the door. “I am. I’m going to find him and I’m going to…” I grabbed his arm. “Enzo, stop.” He looked down at my hand on his arm, then back at my face.

“Hahaha! You stupid old man! Do you still think Anna is alive?” Ian’s face turned ashen. “You… What do you mean by that?!” “Nothing,” Enzo said, “I’m just telling you this out of the kindness of my heart. I had enough of sleeping with that ugly daughter of yours. Since I got tired of her, she died.” “You bastard! Bastard!” Enzo crouched to Ian’s shoulders, and whispered into his ear, “I wasn’t the one who killed her. She loved me so much, she was willing to test some trial drugs for me.”

Dante throws me an encouraging look before he and Zeke close the door after them. “Gypsy, what is going? Tell me that fucking bastard is dead!” His heart monitor begins to beat loudly, causing a shot of panic through me. “Sweetheart, please calm down.” “Then just answer me, Gypsy!” He hisses. “Tell me that fucking bastard is dead.” “He didn't die, Enzo. He escaped.” I force out. Enzo's face contorts in shock as he stares at me in stunned silence. “I… I shot him. I shot him.” He growls.

I fell to my knees beside him, my hands shaking as I pressed them to his wounds—hoping to somehow stop the blood that was pouring out. “Enzo,” I whispered, desperation thick in my voice. “Stay with me. Please.” Although I could already feel the life slipping out of him—his body stiffening, his eyes clouding over and his breathing fading into silence—I couldn't give up just yet. “Enzo, please!” I shook him, but his eyes had gone dull and his face blank. I knew he was gone. Enzo Luca was dead, killed right in front of my eyes. Fear gripped me more intense than ever. What had I gotten into? What kind of danger was I really in with Armando and his world of enemies? And what did he mean when he s

His mouth moves like he wants to speak, but no words come out. I tilt my head, watching. Then, finally, Andre stops breathing. I exhale slowly, wiping the blade against Andre’s shirt. I step back, glancing at Lana, who is staring at me with wide eyes. Without looking at Andre’s body again, I turn and walk away from him. The briefcase is still missing. Enzo is dead. And now, so is Andre.

I scream my lungs burning from so much power. "Fuck you. I shouldn't gave trusted this bitch," Enzo starts shooting and I brace myself to embrace death. But instead, I am pulled back by Enzo's strong arms around my neck. "You shut the fuck up unless you want a steel bullet in your brain," he threatens. I shut up, using common sense to stay alive. ***

I crossed my arms over my chest and frowned. “He did help me, but it doesn’t warrant me owing him anything. Things were happening, and I was desperate. The mystic pack was growing in power, and he gave me some information. He told me you were the target, and Beta Scott isn’t exactly a beta. He was a spy who duped us or Luna Sapphire.” A shiver ran down my spine. I permanently scarred his face. Enzo said they didn’t find his body in the pack, which means he’s alive somewhere. The mystic pack isn’t totally dead. I refuse to believe that.