Enf Story Novels & Stories

Flynn and I were just here standing in the side while there were women around us. "Hey! Do you have a girlfriend?" a woman asked me. I shook my head at her question. "I'm single," I answered and winked at her. "What about you green-eyed hottie?!" another woman asked Flynn. I noticed Flynn was a bit surprised and I noticed he hesitated to answer. "I-I'm taken," he replied so the woman's face turned sad. My forehead furrowed a bit as I wondered who his girlfriend was. When Enzo came out, he was the one who was approached by another woman and we were surprised when he pushed them. It was as if he was shivering when another woman tried to touch him. He's weird.

"How have you been Dad?" "I'm fine. How is school? How are your studies?" "Fine Dad," Valerie answered. "Hope you are good." "I'm fine. Have you been speaking to your cousin?" Valerie nodded. "Yes?" Why is her father asking? "Did he tell you about Beta Nathan?" "He did brief me about him. Is there a problem?" "No. He must have told you that I am currently pretending to have amnesia." "Yes, he did. Do you suspect a thing?"

“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.

“And how the hell do we do that?” “We control the narrative,” Enzo said firmly. “We meet with our key investors. We tell them exactly what they need to hear.” Federico frowned. “And what is that, exactly?” “The truth,” Enzo said. “That we left that life behind, that we’ve built something real, and that we won’t be bullied into stepping aside.” Federico let out a harsh laugh. “You think they’ll believe that? People don’t want redemption stories, Enzo. They want clean slates. And we don’t have those.”

He slowly tore the envelope open, unfolded the paper and read. His eyes shot up and wide. He looked at Coach Duiz, then at Mendez. "I'm...being transferred to...the New York Titans?"

Enzo was able to recite where I had paused, and I marveled at his cleverness. “Fine, so…” I made up stories of how the girl immediately grew strong and fought with the man before her. Enzo then asked if I had made up the story, not wanting to lie, I nodded saying it was only the end that I had made up. “How did you know?” I asked, and he explained, saying, a girl who didn't have the power to fight before cannot suddenly become powerful to fight such a strong man. And slowly I nodded my head in understanding. My made-up ending sucks.

"I have time." Emmy seems confused, but she slows down to put some distance between the warriors and us. I follow her lead and stay at her side. "Alright then. I'm not sure what to start with, but I suppose I'll start with the first time I met Enya. It was my birthday party, and no one came. Imagine that- hundreds of kids and no one wanted to be my friend. Then Enya came. I never hoped she'd come to my party because she was a pretty big deal in the Alliance, so why would someone so important waste their precious time on me, right?" She chuckles. "Well, the thing is, she didn't know about my party because her dad always sent her away. That time she came home from training covered in blood, di

No wonder he was keeping a track of the woman since a few months after getting the information that the Russian clan heiress, Kazen MacNarma was alive. Ekai Enzo Enrique snuggled into the duvet and changed his position, still restless and unable to comprehend what to do to put himself at ease, when his mind was clouded with numerous thoughts and heart intoxicated with a tide of emotions. Well, of course love and affection could drive anyone crazy and nuts. Everyone precisely most people would go to lengths to do weird stuff which normally they would never do, in love. Perhaps the same thing happened with Ekai Enzo Enrique, who was reading a romance webtoon and even spending money to buy the

I gently shove him at the shoulder. "Why are you so nosy? Does Enzo know his wife is such a nosy gossip?" I glanced at him and decided to let it pass if he really didn’t want to talk about it. I didn't expect Kyle to look at me with wide eyes and say, "Wait. You'll rat me out to Enzo right? If I don't tell you my story?" I opened my mouth and was lost for words. His imagination can run as wild as Enzo's. No, ten times more outrageous.

AT THE CAFE The familiar aroma of coffee, sweets, and flowers created an instant dose of dopamine for Enora that morning as she sat in her favorite spot in the café. Having work to distract her from her messy behind-the-scenes life never failed to help her focus and solve problems. A current problem being the gnawing nagging in her gut that a dire event was on the horizon; excluding the war that Bianchi would set a day for any time now. Something was to happen that would put her in mortal danger, but she couldn't let Victor know this. He had insisted on dropping her off every morning to scope out the place even though it had been a safe haven thus far; she could only imagine how he would act