Enf Story Novels & Stories

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

He blew up at Chase instead. “It’s because of you! If it weren't for you, I never would've…” “What wouldn’t you have done if it weren't for me?” Chase asked. “If it weren't for you, Enola wouldn’t have wanted to come here. If it weren't for you, I wouldn’t have done stone gambling. If it weren't for you, I'd still be Enola’s perfect big brother!” It was like Enzo had found an outlet for his anger as he kept venting at Chase.

Enigma Synopsis: Enigma; a person or thing that is mysterious and difficult to understand. A mystery; a paradox; a puzzle. Event Planner and boss of her own little company, Kendra Millar is all that and more. She lives life on her own terms, does what she wants, how she wants and when she wants. She’s like the wild winds of a stormy night that you can see but can’t touch. But no one really knows who the real Kendra Millar is, not even her closest friends. Only one man had come dangerously close to knowing her and she’s pushed him away with all her might. Victor Summers might be the baby of the family, but he’s seen what even his sister had failed to notice. From the instant he’d laid eyes on

Chapter 13: Now spread "I... don't understand. Who are you, and who's the walking shadow with the knife?" "My n-name's Kelly. He's the Stalker. He comes every night since the first time he caught me. He won't leave me alone. Every night he comes and... and..." She broke into tears again. Michael took her in his arms and allowed her to sob into his shoulder. Unfortunately, he was a teenage boy and not used to comforting crying women. After a while, however, her tears subsided. She looked up at him. "He comes every night to rape me. All I can do is hide, and he always finds me." She looked away, as if disgusted with herself. "The things he does to me... It's worse every time. I d-don't think I

President Bolting finally snapped out of his stunned daze at the sound of his daughter's voice. He heaved a heavy sigh that seemed to come from the very depths of his soul then began recounting a brief summary of the events from so many years ago - the story of how this very man, Enzo, had approached them out of nowhere and offered salvation during their darkest hour before Serena was even born.

"The Ghosts are riding again. Don't know how, don't know why, don't care. There's rumbling that they're gonna come after us: you, me and Vince in particular. The truce is a lie." "How many?" Jared demanded. He didn't bother asking how his friend knew about the Ghosts. Enrico knew everything about everything. His ability to retain gossip was second only to a Kardashian. Jared kept the reference to himself for two reasons; he didn't need an early morning brawl and he didn't want to admit he knew who the Kardashians were. "Don't know." Enrico stretched his arms out and cracked his knuckles, the ink across his hands proclaiming his biker heritage. Same as Jared. "About the size of an orgy. Maybe

I clenched my jaw and glared at her, “Enzo is going on a rampage” “As in killing people,? " she asked. "Are you stupid?" I snapped, stepping closer until she had to tilt her chin up to look at me. "He's a mafia enforcer, Sofia. What the fuck do you think 'rampage' means in this house? He’s burning through my assets because his fucking head isn't in the game." Her eyes widened like she was trying to process it, then her shock expression was replaced with panic. "Is he... is he okay?" she asked softly.