Enf Stories Novels & Stories

“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.

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“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.”

Sunna screamed with frustration. "By the way I am Nikhil" "Oh , Hello" Sunna said nervously. She didn't notice Nikhil's face . She was nervous and worried about being stuck in the dark with a stranger. She had some bad experiences with men in the past and she didn't want this one to turn out like that. Soon the light came and they heard an announcement "The technical problems are now solved . Thank You for your cooperation." As soon as light came Nikhil started staring at Sunna's flawless long legs. She has the most beautiful legs he has ever seen . Then his eyes drifted to her chest and her deep cleavage. He was undressing her from his eyes .

I wanted to spit out any thoughts i had but instead i swallowed it like crocked words, seeing the letters rearrange themselves into the story Orlando wanted me to tell. "Enzo wanted something. But your father traded everything due to his selfishness." He says as he continues. "His ambition for greater wealth suppressed his promise like a selfish god. And when the ledger turned against them — when winners were chosen — someone had to be made smaller to hide the truth.” "You are turning the story Orlando. His is not how i remeber it, "I say with my eyes glued on him. "You are clearly spinning facts into knives," “Am I?” His eyes were sharp enough to cut. “I’m not a liar, Avelina. I’m a showman

Enemies who fvck like the world is ending. Sex-enemies, that’s exactly what we were. Pure hate-sex in the snow, raw and desperate. I cracked my knuckles, took a long sip of the coffee I’d brought with me, and dove straight in. This story was going to be long, dirty, and dripping with the kind of banter that makes people melt. I typed out the title in bold letters: 'Snowbound Enemies: A Hate-F-ck Holiday'.

] The calls and messages between Conrad and me had now turned into those between Horace and me. Though Horace was sick and didn't talk much. He didn't reply to this message. Not long after, a popular drama suddenly appeared online. A nobleman was saved by an orphaned girl and secretly vowed to marry her. But the orphan girl was from a poor family, and the nobleman came from a prestigious family, so the marriage was forbidden. Of course, in the end, they broke through societal norms and lived happily ever after. At the conclusion of the show, the nobleman spoke passionately, "What does it matter if you're a commoner? Why can't a commoner be the head of the family? A gentleman always repays ki

I rolled over and grabbed my journal from the floor. I told myself I was going to write about what happened today. About how Lane saw through me. About how it made me feel exposed, vulnerable, disgusting. But that’s not what came out. Instead, I wrote a story. A scene. A fantasy. I didn’t even realize what I was doing until I was already halfway through describing how he stood up from his chair in his office , walked right straight to me, and pinned me to the wall. His mouth found mine like he couldn’t hold back anymore. His hands undressed me with a quiet kind of urgency, as he plunges his dick into my pussy.

Owerri, 2020 Ifenna fanned through the pages quickly as he searched for the missing necklace his friend had told him about. Over seven hundred in all and yet, he was unable to make sense of it. The author of the book he was looking at must have been a busy man throughout his career and the entries he had apparently written were joined together in no chronologically order, one by one, they all told stories of different civilization that had been buried during mankind's quest for power.

Suit pouted childishly at Anderson, and continued, “Do we have a deal, Mr. Anderson?” Anderson stared back and forth between Suit and the scroll. His mind was racing. The contract sounded simple enough. Straightforward, but he did not understand. ‘What did he mean by survive ten stories? Did he not say I was going to tell a story? What does survive the story mean?’ Question after question popped up into his head. He could not help himself. He had no idea exactly what it meant, but one thing was for certain; He would not move forward if he did nothing but constantly question the situation.