Enf Story Novels & Stories

Tiffany’s POV “I helped you get some stuff,” Enzo said while placing a paper bag on the table. He continued, “This is a mobile phone. You know how to use it, right?” “Whattttt? For your information, I was once a young, wealthy, and dignified lady.” “Oops, I forgot. I thought you were a lost stray?” “You know what? I’m already stressed by that maniac today. I’m not ready for any more drama,” I said.

replied: “Ada, it’s the middle of the night. Can’t you let people sleep?” “Just check it. Stop whining.” That was how we usually talked—constant bickering. “You could crack this in five minutes, why bother me?” Ant. grumbled. “I’m lazy. You’re fast. Do it.” I replied with a dramatic eye-roll emoji. Ten minutes later, he sent back Enna’s complete file. Turns out, Enna was adopted from an orphanage by Alpha Nick’s aunt.

“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.

Then, he casually extended his hand like this was a damn networking event. "I'm Enzo," he said. "Listen, I’ve got debts to pay off. So either you give me the damn money, or you don't bother wasting your time." He grabbed a handful of popcorn and tossed it in his mouth, legs crossed, eyes drifting back to the TV. "I have the money with me," I said. "But I’ll hear what you have first." He snorted. "I don’t see any cash bag." "Tell me what it is," I snapped. "You’ll get the money."

Feeling helpless, Caiden cast a pitying glance at him before turning to face Kamara. "She kept this information from us for a long time." With much difficulty, Enzo continued. "I found a letter in my father's chest when I was seventeen. It said that his adored son Enzo, who would go on to become the beta of the pack, was actually the pup of an omega, and it exposed my mother's infidelity." Kamara's heart hurt, yet she continued to deny the fact.

•Welcome! This story is going to be dark. There is going to be a lot of violence, abuse and swearing. This is going to contain explicit scenes of physical violence, dignity demolition and drug use. It is a dark romance! '''''\ Don't read if you are uncomfortable with any of the above mentioned topics . . . ''''On a lighter note:'''' This is going to be a beautiful tale of teens' love, friendship and enmity as well. Family drama, you name it.

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.

The line was quiet for a long moment. "She's not a pawn Damien," Elias said finally. His voice had shifted, less lawyer now more friend. The version of Elias that appeared when things were serious enough to stop performing. "I did my own digging when I heard her name. Three years ago she uncovered internal fraud at her previous company. Alone. No backup. She built the entire case herself and handed it to the board so completely they had no choice." A pause. "She is the most dangerous kind of person, the kind who is genuinely good at what she does and genuinely means it. If you go into this treating her like a piece on a board…"

“Drunken Enzo? That bastard’s really chatty.” I exhale slowly. My patience is wearing thin. “Enlighten me,” I order. Andre tilts his head, playing it like a man with nothing to lose. “Enzo was convinced he was being followed,” he says. “Kept going on and on about how he was going to triple your money. He showed us the briefcase. It was loaded.” Andre whistles. “Turns out, he didn’t even spend much in Vegas. He came all the way to Mexico just because he thought someone was after him.”

“Take this to the Millars and tell them if they don't sign it, we won't give them any protection or resources.” I knew exactly what was in this envelope because they were made by my orders. The papers in the envelope stated many big words and phrases but to cut them short they stated. 'All the powers of Nebula tribe would belong to me and if they didn't agree on this Nebula tribe would not receive any resources or benefit from us.' So it was a loss-loss situation for them because either way they were losing their tribe by us or some invaders but at least if they sign the papers they would have us.