Enf Story Novels & Stories

“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.

Eros Dad closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “Enriquez is mentally unstable. From birth, he has been suffering from several impulse control disorders. When he was young, he resorted to bullying and stealing. Then it was bullying and alcohol. With therapy, we got rid of his illnesses, but he started gambling. No amount of therapy could help him this time. We tried to get him off gambling, and he developed schizophrenia. In the last twenty years, it became worse, more so after he went bankrupt. He stopped his treatment, and now he’s usually lost in a world of hallucinations. Dad and I had taken care of him since the day he was born. I promised dad I would take care of him all my life. I co

His eyes, though, sparkled like he’s already creating a fictional story on his head. “Now, I believe she’s someone important to our world. Dig around. I need to know who these people are before they bury us all.” The handler leaned back on the couch, rubbing his chin as though he were seriously debating it, though the twitch of his lips betrayed him. Finally, he gave a slow nod. “Alright, I’ll do it. In return, take something off my plate, will you?” He slid an envelope on the table. I checked the baby’s condition first before doing anything. She was still sleeping, with her small chest rising and falling against the crib. Satisfied, I pulled the envelope closer and flipped it open.

“Enzo plays football. He plays professional football and has been doing so since he was fifteen. What bizarre game are you playing?” I could not recognise the person in front of me. All I could see was a liar, someone who had tried to deceive me and succeeded. First, it was the whole thing with my mother, my birth father, and now this? “Enzo asked for my help, Nazlynn. He saved my life once in the past, and I couldn't sit back and do nothing.” I didn't say a word. I couldn't even say a word. There was nothing I could say.

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 shook my head, “No, honestly, I feel like we’ve barely had any down time since meeting to just… get to know one another. Between the stalker, and Rowan, my family, and now Farrah… It feels like we’re just fighting endless battles.” “Fucking fools,” Enzo muttered, “She used to hold these ‘hunts’… Basically, she’d get their father’s high as fuck on hallucinogens, drop them in a remote area, and they would be hunted while she watched and got her rocks off.” “What the….”

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 walk into my office and drown myself in work for the rest of the day. I am checking my emails when I see something strange. I open the mail and read and re-read it. 'OH MY GOD' Enzo has paid $50,000 into my account. Is that my whole year's salary? Is it a mistake? Do I talk to him or just budget carefully and pay for mama's surgery and maybe buy a car? But why complain? I will make the most of it. I am so happy I have no words. I can't wait to tell mama.

Juliet forcedly stopped herself when she saw the lively eyes of her friend. Savannah patted the back of Juliet understanding her thoughts. She sighed and continued. “Not all days are the same. Give your life a second chance. When you see a person and fall in love, it is normal. It is said Enoch has five brothers. Each one specialized in diversified fields. But you would see none of them on the net. They are very private and down to earth people. The whole family is mysterious. If you really know who Enoch Rowan is, will you walk freely on the streets of New York without press attraction? Who knows you might have come across him in this city several times and he would have been passing beside