Enf Stories Novels & Stories

I kept running. Afraid to turn around I just kept going. Once you start running there is no turning back. Not for me anyway. You may ask yourself what is so terrifying to be running from. Shut this book and run far away as I am if you aren't ready for this. My story is far from the "perfect life". My name is Elena Winters and this is my not so perfect story. "Elena get up! Elena! I want breakfast" I opened my eyes to see my 4 year old brother jumping on my bed.

Enzo was able to recite where I had paused, and I marveled at his cleverness. “Fine, so…” I made up stories of how the girl immediately grew strong and fought with the man before her. Enzo then asked if I had made up the story, not wanting to lie, I nodded saying it was only the end that I had made up. “How did you know?” I asked, and he explained, saying, a girl who didn't have the power to fight before cannot suddenly become powerful to fight such a strong man. And slowly I nodded my head in understanding. My made-up ending sucks.

It seems like the flow has stopped and a question must be asked about how these two people know each other and why they are relaxed as hell. C – Chase A – After S – Self E - Enigma Take care of yourselves, my readers !! Tell me what you like, tell me when I was wrong :-)

It was Francine. I gave a nod but tried to maintain a stern face. Alex ran to me and asked, "So are we riding an airplane? " "Yes we are little boy." I said smirking at him and messing up his hair. The sound of horns from the taxi signaled that we were all about to have a major change in our lives. I am Attorney Providence Dalton. Provi to my my closest friends.. Atty. Pro to my colleagues… This is my story.

I can’t wait until her baby is born cause she’s been a high-strung wreck the last few months. Supposedly, Alpha Enzi is a ruthless, hideous monster. He rules through fear and intimidation just as his dad did before him. People even say that when he killed his father to claim the title, he ate his heart. I don’t know if that’s true. As a high school student, I’ve seen first-hand how stories tend to grow and details are exaggerated with each retelling. Still, the idea of meeting such a man is weirdly exciting.

I would normally just brush it off and apologize, but my mind just blanked for some reason earlier. I still don't understand why these people are suddenly gaining colors. Why specifically these people? It's not even limited to the people at school anymore since Al's obviously from somewhere else. It just doesn't make sense. It's not like I know them from anywhere else. I wish I knew something more about my illness so I could at least stop being so confused. Come to think of it, I haven't even told Aunt Autumn about any of what happened. Maybe she can somehow help me understand. I doubt it, but I can still hope for answers.

{ Nukea } I still don't know if this is a long term plan by Theodore to fuck me over in a more elaborate way or if he really is just... not that bad, but I'm starting to get really confused. Never in a million years did I think I'd be cooking and eating sitting across from the future Alpha of the Greyhound pack, The Enforcer, a powerful man, one who has so much money he hasn't even realized one of his Rolex watches has been stolen.

Author's Note This book is a short compilation of erotic stories. Please note that not all entries are heavily erotic—some lean more toward emotional moments, dramatic tension, or character interaction. Also, 99% of these stories don’t follow a traditional plot, so don’t be confused if there's no clear beginning, middle, or end. They’re written more for mood, moments, and expression than full narratives. Enjoy the ride,no overthinking needed. 😉 ********************************************* Kael didn’t wait.

EMMA God, the air in the house felt thicker than the humid summer night pressing against the windows. I was still buzzing from dinner—too much wine, too many lingering looks, and way too much skin on display. I’m Emma, twenty-one, fresh out of college with a body I knew turned heads: tight, athletic from years of running and yoga, perky C-cup tits that loved showing off under thin tank tops, and an ass that filled out my tiny cotton shorts perfectly. But tonight, the real heat wasn’t coming from outside. It was coming from her—my stepmom Sarah—and him—my stepbrother Jake.

I was glancing at everything that had been updated as Griffin came to my side. "Hope everything is alright with you. I used my pack workers because they are great and work quickly," he mumbled softly. I rose on my tiptoes to kiss his cheek to thank him and felt an electrical shock on my lip. I rubbed at it and apologized for shocking him, certain it was due to me shuffling across the wool rug in my living room. Griffin stood there and eyed me perplexed. Enzo came and wrapped his arm around both of us and chuckled. "Did I ever tell you two that I used to be a fortune teller in Romania," he said cheerfully and glanced hard at the both of us shaking our heads no at him.