Enf Story Novels & Stories

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.”

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.

“Don’t trust what she said. She’s lying.” I frowned. Why are you texting me? I typed back: “Then why did you text me at all?” There was no reply. Instead, I blocked the number, thinking that would end it. It didn’t. ⸻ The next morning, I learned quickly that it wasn’t over. He was waiting for me, leaning against the lockers with that unreadable expression I had learned to dread. Before I could even move, his hand shot out, grabbing me by the neck with a grip that made my chest tighten and my breath catch.

Hello, my lovely readers. I just wanted to pop in with an update. I know that many of you are waiting to see what happens next with Ella and I am just as eager to tell you. I am just waiting for the okay to post here or maybe it will be loaded in a separate book. I will update as soon as I know, I promise. Thanks to everyone that read Fated to the Enemy. It has always been a dream of mine to put what is in my imagination on paper for people to read. Thank you all for making my dreams come true.

I know Enzo more than anyone in his life, he is never punctual, he is clumsy, he loves sweets, he hates black coffee, he has no friends, his only friend was his late mother. I always paid attention to everything he was doing, I always knew where he was, I went to the same college as him because I couldn't stay away from him. I stared at the clock again, Enzo was five minutes late, my smile grew wider, this was going to be fun for me. I decided to focus on the work in front of me. Five minutes later there was a knock on the door, "Come in," I said. I composed myself, I put on a stern look, Enzo can't know how much he means to me, at least not yet. He came in, his hair was combed to the back,

“Now back to your papa.” “There’s nothing more I can tell you, not until I am certain my head won’t be dismembered from the rest of my body after you get what you want.” I nodded. She was right to not want to become collateral damage in our fight, and I had no problems with her holding onto something she could negotiate with. Even though I had no intention of hurting her…or ever letting her go. Enora knew nothing about me other than the absurd pictures her papa had painted in her head of who I was. She didn’t know a thing about my possessive nature.