Enid Pic Novels & Stories

She was going to fulfill Sarah's dying wish, to see her family happy. "Thank you so very much, your highness. I'll appreciate your help.." Enid thanked them he loved his grandchildren a lot and it pained him to see that they were starved. "It's nothing. I'm just doing the best I can. I'm going to arrange for something for you guys meanwhile I have a request to make.." she began and they all stared at her curiously, including Nolan. "What do you want, your highness? I'll make sure to provide.."

Knowing him, he probably got bored staying at home and he wanted to do something. Tonight, E.N.D will be celebrating its anniversary and success. I attended as one of the artists and shareholders. I smiled brightly at the camera, the makeup successfully covering all the emotions I had inside and people said I looked radiant. "You don't have a date tonight, Deena? Where's Trenton?" One of the photographers asked and the smile on my face almost dropped but I maintained composure. I opened my mouth to answer and avoid the question, but their attention was diverted to a couple who had just arrived.

I went up the stairs and headed straight to the room, I peeked out the window just in time to see Enid's drive out with Marcella in the front seat. I headed for the laptop. I settled into the bean bag by the window, my favorite lounging spot and the chipmunks now seemed to be jealous of my newfound object of attention. Instead of seeing a movie, I decided to go through the content of the computer. A smile curled on my lips as I viewed some pictures of Enid when he was in his teenage age. He was a hottie and I couldn't blame Marcella who stuck to his side in every photo she was in like a she-devil marking her territory.

He then asked everyone around showing Elle's picture which he had retrieved from his CCTV footage. His shoulder bumped into someone as he passed by, "Sorry," He apologized. "That's fine," Tom muttered. Eiden then showed him her picture, "Have you seen her here?" Tom narrowed his eyes at the picture and looked at Eiden, "And you are?" He quirked his brow up. Eiden didn't like it, "Nevermind then," He brushed him off and was about to go his way, "I may have seen her," Tom answered. "Where?" Eiden asked, it might be Ivana he's talking about but he needed to make sure.

A shout rang out behind me — high-pitched, frantic. “Ryder!” I stiffened. I didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. Enid’s voice cut through the noise like glass. “Ryder, focus!” she screamed, leaning dangerously far over the railing. “What are you doing out there?” People around her shifted uncomfortably, some turning to stare. She didn’t notice. Or didn’t care. “Get it together!” she shrieked again, her voice cracking. “You’re embarrassing yourself!”

I finally let out a breath of relief. Getting up, I picked up the fried egg from the plate and dumped it into the trash can. Then, I returned to my room to pack my bags. … Later that night, just as I was getting ready for bed, a close friend, Nancy Dell, sent me a series of messages. "Holy crap, Jennie! Look at what I just caught on camera!" I clicked on the attached photo. It was Eugene and Haley, casually strolling through a famous shopping street in Centuria.

I was the physical manifestation of every man's dirtiest fantasy and every woman's darkest insecurity. Preston didn't hide me. He paraded me. His large, warm hand stayed possessively anchored to the small of my back, his thumb dipping occasionally beneath the waistband of that vibrating thong. Every few minutes, he'd lean down, pressing his lips to my temple or the sensitive cord of my neck, inhaling me as if I were the only source of oxygen in the room. "Look at them, Enid," he chuckled darkly, his voice vibrating against my skin. "They're all envious of you. They should be."

They stood, the ridge just ahead—jagged and high, where she had taken the photo that changed everything. The light filtered strange here. Like it bent around them, as if the mountain was shielding this place, even from the sky. **** Enid knelt low behind a cluster of brush, binoculars trained on the pair below. She moved like smoke—barely there, hood up, gear silent. **ENID (murmuring into comm)** Visual confirmed. Asher and the Wellesley girl. Approaching the site. A low buzz in her earpiece. **AIDEN (filtered)**

"I was just running for my life. I am no athlete. I only did what was best at that moment." "You run really fast.” Not as fast as her. With her really long legs and her… When I turned to look at her, I realized she was teasing and playfully bit her on the arm. It was a joke. But seriously, why did everyone here seem extremely tall and huge? "The garden is so beautiful," Enid said after moments of silence. "This is where you can achieve true peace." "You seem to love being alone." Enid shrugged. "I am not a fan of people. I am tired and tired enough. I can't have some other person mess it up with chair."

But my foot halts as Enid walks towards me from the opposite direction, a wide smile sliding to the corner of her lips. She's changed into her outfit for the night and I must admit, it looks incredible and perfect for a Luna. It is a deep crimson gown with intricate silver stitching along the collar, hugging her perfectly and making her look healthy, vibrant, and completely ready to step into the spotlight. The pale, sickly look she had at the hospital is completely gone, replaced by a glowing, triumphant expression.