Enf Stories Novels & Stories

“I love you.” The end. Enrique's story came to an end. Next up - Axel.

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.

He let out the friendliest of smiles, making Anderson very uncomfortable. 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 the 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

"I have time." Emmy seems confused, but she slows down to put some distance between the warriors and us. I follow her lead and stay at her side. "Alright then. I'm not sure what to start with, but I suppose I'll start with the first time I met Enya. It was my birthday party, and no one came. Imagine that- hundreds of kids and no one wanted to be my friend. Then Enya came. I never hoped she'd come to my party because she was a pretty big deal in the Alliance, so why would someone so important waste their precious time on me, right?" She chuckles. "Well, the thing is, she didn't know about my party because her dad always sent her away. That time she came home from training covered in blood, di

Talk later. Emma turned to Brandon who was seated on another couch with his laptop opened as he tried to keep up with his work. "Do you have a moment?" Brandon's hands pushed over the keyboard. He was about to reply to an email when he heard Emma's voice. "For you? Sure." "Um..you know that story about my friend." He appeared confused so she explained further. "The dead one." Brandon nodded. "Of course. Is something wrong?" Emma gave a little laugh. "I don't know, I'm not so sure but…I need your opinion on this. The story about the dead friend my grandfather talked about? That's her."

Matteo said, pulling out a chair. Austin rolled his eyes, looking at him strangely “you are at the wrong table ” Matteo took a huge bite of rice before speaking again. “I am pretty sure I am at the right table” “Then you must be blind” Benjamin spat, taking a huge chunk of his meatpie. Matteo gave him a side glance before returning his gaze back to Austin. “You and Brian need to wrap that petty enemies to nothing storyline up. You’re both way too smart to let your egos sabotage that project. We’re talking about a real sustainable energy converter here, not who looked at who the wrong way in year one.”

Amanda won't let herself be defeated, even if her enemy is an intelligent, handsome, classy man, and the romantic tension between them grows stronger by the day. I have always been an independent woman, a hard worker who is used to the good life and wealth. I’ve never opted for marriages of convenience, nor have I sought out a rich man for money if it meant living in someone else's shadow. I was born to be the boss and the protagonist of my own story. Even though my father died ten years ago in a plane crash, I have dedicated myself to working day and night to grow this empire he left me. And yes, I've succeeded, beyond anything I could have achieved by the age of twenty-five. Now I live in

"Oh? Violence? That’s interesting. Defensiveness is one of the signs-" "Millie, shut the hell up!" She cackled and scooted closer, bumping her shoulder against mine. "Come on, imagine if you two really had a forbidden romance. It’d be poetic. Deliciously complicated. Just like that story you and Frank wrote for English class. The one that set off your whole love arc." "This is so weird." I groaned into a pillow. "Why am I even here?" "Because you love me and my spiritual wisdom," she said, blowing me an exaggerated kiss.