Enf Story Novels & Stories

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…"

"Dalia, that sexy son of a bitch was Josh Nelson. CEO of ENEN. The guy's a freaking billionaire!" "ENEN?" I tested the word, confused. What the heck was that? And a billionaire? I snorted. Josh didn't come across as a billionaire. "Yesssss, ENEN!" She marched into the kitchen, prompting me to follow. Jane pointed to her stove, microwave, dishwasher, refrigerator and toaster, all bearing the marque ENEN. Ah, the brand ENEN. Jane disappeared into her room and reappeared with a tablet device, her laptop, and a smartphone, all of the same brand.

Liiza's POV It's Sunday night and we all know what that means. Holidays are gone. Back to school. I've been binge watching N*****x for hours already, cradling a bag of popcorn and stuffing it into my mouth. It's only 10:00pm, way too early to go to sleep. My mom always tells me to sleep early but I never listen and end up suffering every morning. Maybe someday In the future I will see what she meant. I lay on my stomach, watching 'Enchanted', which I've watched over a hundred times already but never gotten tired of. I knew I was slowly going to fall asleep while watching, so I made sure I made myself comfortable enough.

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.

“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.”