Enf Stories Novels & Stories

“Then maybe that’s your answer.” Later that night, Ryan stood by his window. The streetlights blurred in the distance. His inbox pinged again a reply from L. Tansey, offering a call. He didn’t answer yet. Instead, he opened a blank page. And he typed: “A Story That Doesn’t Belong To You” by Ryan Calloway He stared at the title for a long moment. Then under it, he wrote: “This isn’t a story about revenge. It’s about reclaiming.” Two weeks later.

Yet, now, dozens of unread messages had flooded her screen, the notification count still climbing. Evelyn's eyes widened in surprise. Clicking into them, she quickly realized that nearly all of them were about Matteo. "Matteo's seriously messed up. Didn't he get his one true love back? Now that you're gone, he suddenly woke up and realized your worth. Please. What does he think this is, some dramatic novel where the jerk hero gets a second chance?

Greg and Amelia both confessed their love for each other and started a relationship. ~End~ Author’s Note: Next Story “The Fantasies”

Shemika After thinking all of this through, I figured out I might not be telling them anything about the truth. So I've got to tell them my own version of the story, and nothing close to the truth. I finally came up with a nice, believable story, and I smiled just at the thoughts. I swayed my hips and playfully swung my bag back and forth as I stepped into the penthouse and used the elevator to my floor. I got to my room, and took a quick shower, ready to head to the club to make some cash. I've filled myself for some days, and I needed to kickstart things and be back on track.

Her eyebrows lifted and answered, “Sure. What is it?” “Uh, can you keep this to my brother?” “You mean, this video call with you?” she asked and Enoch nodded. “Why?” Enoch can’t find the right way to tell her that it was Flynn who told him that they are dating. Seeing that Enoch is in self-conflict, she just agreed. “Okay. I will not tell him.” then she smiled. “Okay. Thank you, Nuala. By the way, can you send me your number? So I can still contact you even when I’m at the base camp?” he asked. ‘Well, it's worth a try.’ he thought.

Emily Warner, the crazy and happy go lucky side-chick in all of the stories. She is happy that all of her friends met the man of their dreams but she hasn’t. She has never met a man who even remotely loved her. As a kid, she always hoped for a crazy life story like beauty and the beast or toy story or finding nemo. But she worked at a nine to five job, at the age of twenty nine, she was single, while all of her friends were either getting married or pregnant. And there she was sitting in front of the television, eating chips out of her hair.

you get me? ¨I do uncle but it's not easy! she….she is so beautiful and everyone calls me a nerd! What if she thinks I'm a nerd too?¨ Noah replied. ¨Wel i am not exactly in a good spot a t the moment tp give you advice about love and so forth because i'm in the middle of divorcing your aunt but Let me tell you this Noah and try to remember it! If people really truly love you then nothing matters! they will love for who and what you are and will fight witch and for you until the end, got that boy?¨

“Look, Enzo, I’m not embarrassed by you. It’s just complicated, okay? I was a virgin when we met, and my ex-boyfriend had just cheated on me that very night. Our story can look messy to people who don’t know us. Hell, it is messy no matter how you look at it.” He shrugged. “So what? Every love story is messy in its own way. Ours is no different. And besides, it’s not like you’d need to share every detail.” “Yeah, but I don’t like the way that Mila was probing. Something tells me that she would have gotten it out of me sooner or later and she would have made it even worse.” Enzo paused, taking in my words. “Nina, I already told you that you don’t need to worry about Mila. And besides, if you’

“I told you, I won’t force you.” “But we must, I mean we can’t fake the-” “We’ll mark each other. It'll be enough to sustain our story. I know how you feel about it, but the mark will fade away eventually. We'll renew it once in a while.” By the end of this talk, he was only in his underwear. A small whimper escaped my mouth causing me to slap a hand over it. His laugh filled the room. Despite the turmoil of emotions that were ravaging my mind, I couldn’t deny the fact that his body was nothing less than perfect.

“So what, you were forced to let me believe you were dead? That’s the excuse you’re going with?” Something flickered in his expression. “I couldn’t come back, Luca.” “And yet, here you are.” Silence stretched between us, thick and suffocating. Sienna finally spoke. “Why now?” Enzo’s gaze slid to her, assessing. “Because Matteo finally figured out the truth.” My stomach clenched. “And what truth is that?” Enzo looked at me then, his eyes darker than I remembered. Older. “That I’ve been working against him for the last ten years.”