Enzo And Caroline Novels & Stories

Enzo and the guy from the car starts walking over to me, great. "He's nice, just hard to dig to the niceness sometimes." Enzo says. "This is my brother, Carlo." "We met. What's Mr Diaz like out of work?" They both look at each other and then at me. "He's never really 'out of work'." Carlo says confusing me. "I think I hear birds, um we have to go." Enzo says before dragging Carlo with him. What is he on? I turn around to see where they're going but they've already disappeared off into the crowd.

Enzo took small steps to reach Josh and held her close. Caroline smiled at them with happy tears to see them enclosed in their love bubble that they didn't care about anything and anyone else. —--- Chelsea finished her work quickly and rushed to help Caroline in the kitchen. With Josh and Chelsea in the home with them, Caroline made lots of food. And as long as it took to prepare it, it was gone in minutes. Josh was discussing his plan about the engagement ceremony, the venue and guest list while Enzo was feeding him with food, ignoring the whistles and his friends who were busy cracking jokes at them.

That misconception was once again crushed as he spoke. "Dove," Enzo said, my cringe nickname peeling right off of his lips. He waved his hand towards the chair right opposite him across the table, telling me what to do without wasting words on it. I sat quickly, and his eyes were immediately all over me. He was about to speak, but I cut in first before he could. "Where is Carlos? What did you do to him?" Enzo chuckled, spreading his palms over the table in front of him. "I invite you to take a look at my breathtaking conservatory and yet no comments, nothing? Some of the flowers here are even imported, and you don't even care enough to show polite interest."

He looks at Ethan and Aria who look so adorable together and Ethan of course introduces her to his old friends. Enzo was drinking alone and one of his exes came—his first time and of course—he was her first as well. She looks professional and seductive but he has no interest in anyone again. Maybe he has to get laid but if it wasn't Catriona—he won't have an appetite for it.

Maybe when I was free of him I'd be able to function like a normal person and actually form a romantic relationship with someone without having to worry that my domineering mate will smash their brains in. “Let's get back to the rest. I don't want to be last off the barge. Luca is already a bit on edge today,” Enzo commented as he guided me back to where the gangway would attach. “Where is he, anyway?” I looked around and could see no sign of the big, bad alpha. Enzo slipped his sunglasses on and smoothed his dark brown hair back with a hand, looking very much like a model fresh off the runway. “He's in the car. He doesn't get out with the rest of us plebs,” Enzo responded with a blasé flick

She was one of the only good things in his life, his best friend since his mother had passed away and his sister had left to be with her mate, another powerful wolf. "NO! FATHER NO!" Lorenzo screamed. He felt a surge of pure rage and panic. He ran toward his father, but Dante was too fast and too strong. He moved quickly, dodging Lorenzo's attack, and punched him hard in the face. Lorenzo stumbled and fell to the ground. Caroline was terrified. "Mr. Giovanni, please! Please, I haven’t done anything wrong, I swear!" she begged, her voice trembling. "You haven’t," Dante said, his eyes fixed on Lorenzo. "But your young friend Enzo has. He still refuses to follow my orders."

Their eyes met, fire clashing with ice, a storm neither could survive. “You’re mine, Sherry.” “Not if I cost you everything.” “You already have,” he said, raw, unflinching. “And I would do it again.” The car stopped at a red light. The world outside blurred in streaks of neon and rain. Neither of them moved until Sherry did. She shifted, straddling him in one motion. Her coat fell open, revealing no bra, no pretense, only fire. Enzo’s hands found her hips like he had been starved of air, his breath breaking as her lips crushed against his. Their mouths met in something too fierce to be called romance. It was war.

I open my mouth to change the subject, Caroline looks over my shoulder with a smirk on her face. I don’t even have to look to know who it is. Renzo. His presence made oxygen rearrange itself. “Amore,” he said when he reached me, smooth but darker at the edges. His eyes did not come to me first. They locked on Caroline. Caroline, who only smiled sweetly. “Renzo,” she said, unflinching. “I was keeping her company. She seemed… lonely.” Renzo’s jaw tightened, slow, deliberate. Stormcloud eyes slid over me, tracing the neckline of my dress with possessive weight, before they cut back to her. He gives her a firm nod.

Giancarlo My eyes dimmed and my lashes dropped as I stared at the two of them. My facial expressions blanked as Claire whispered behind me. I turned my gaze towards Enzo with a raised eyebrow and he had a stupid smile on his face. “Is this a prank?” I asked Enzo as Claire and I closed the distance between us. “Good evening, Mr Caruso.” They both greeted almost in unison, but I was too caught up in my glare with Enzo to give them a reply.

“After everything, you’re still trying to piss me off.” He slammed his thigh back between my legs, grinding it roughly against my cock. I moaned loudly, the friction from the thong making my knees weak. “She’s not just a car,” I gasped. “Bethany’s my baby. I’ve had her for years. We’ve been through a lot together.” Enzo’s grip on my jaw got tighter. “Bethany,” he spat the name like it disgusted him. “You named your car after a girl and called it your girlfriend? While you’re mine?”