Enf Story Novels & Stories

“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.

It didn't take long before he also gave in and laughed at his naivety. Just like that, we began trading stories over a bottle of vodka. He laughed at the first time I kissed someone who had breath so bad, I puked all over him. I laughed at the first time he handled a gun with shaky hands, and how he shot one of his father's men in the penis. As time went by, I realized that Enzo only had to be cold because of the kind of life he was forced to live. Beneath the heavy armour of ruthlessness he was wearing was a boy who just wanted to be loved.

I laughed. “Still can’t believe you’re sittin’ here, alive,” Enrique says, shoving a slice of pepperoni into his mouth. He’s perched on a stool, elbows on the counter, grinning like a kid who just won a bet. “You know, you might actually be a superhero.” I huffed a laugh. “What?” Enrique smirked. “Think about it. Plane crash? Pregnant? Amnesia? You survived all of that and still managed to make it back.” He shook his head. “That’s some next-level shit.”

Because sometimes we forget how powerful kindness can be until we see it change a life. And yet, even with all the struggles, I want you to feel good when you read my story. I want Enchanted by the Alpha to be your escape. I want it to be the place you go when you are tired. I want it to make you feel excitement, love, tension, comfort, and warmth. I want you to smile, scream at your screen, fall in love with the characters, and forget the world for a little while. You deserve that. This story was written with love, but it was sustained with your support.

“How? How did… oh my God. Well, thank God I used a burner phone... Plus he doesn't even know me!” “We need to act fast before he pieces the puzzle together,” Eleanor warned. “Plus, I’m pretty sure He already suspects me.” “What do we do?” I asked, my voice shaking from worrying. I could almost feel the handcuffs on my wrists. “Well, luckily for us,” Eleanor said, a slow, wicked smile spreading across her face, “I am a thousand steps ahead.” She dropped a heavy brown envelope on the table. I opened it and pulled out a stack of papers and a photo of a young, tired-looking girl.

I muttered as I cleared my throat, it was Eden, I adjusted my tuxedo and walked towards my chair. “What brings you here?!” I asked as I unbuttoned my suit and took my seat opposite him, “I came to visit, do I need a reason more than that?!” He replied, I exhaled deeply and leaned in closer to him, “Look Guy, Enzo has struck again,” I whispered to him. “What do you mean?!” He whispered in reply, leaning closer to me over the table. “This dude, literally said it to my face that he likes Janelle and he wants to be with her!” I whispered, his eyes went wide immediately,

“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.”

{Maya POV} Everything inside me wanted to kill that slithering bitch, Naomi. Who the hell did she think she was? I’ve known Enzo since he was ten. I loved him, watched him, kept other girls away. Then she came out of nowhere and thought she could just replace me. No way I’m going to allow that. My pulse thumped hard in my neck. The urge to get a gun and blow Naomi’s head off was the only thing keeping my legs moving as I rushed down the hallway. I felt tears threatening to fall, but I wiped them away before they could spill.

my mother said. “What happens when both your arms are covered?” Kat asked. “Then I’m an Elite Enforcer, my strength comes from the marks I collect, each one adding strength and wisdom, trust me, it will be many years before both my arms are covered,” I said to her. “An Enforcer wears his marks with pride Kat, you would count yourself lucky to mate with a man who’s arms are covered,” she said. “What if I mate with a human?” she asked cheekily.