Enzo And Caroline Novels & Stories

His body was craving something new. “Then go get her… I'm sure she would taste spicy,” Enzo remarked, licking his lips. One glare from Zane has him quiet “She's only mine… anyone who even dares to come between us will die, “Zane said plainly. Enzo was aware of Zane and his tactics. He was vicious at best. He hated sharing, if Pedro was a devil, then Zane was the second devil. “Well… it means you have to wait a little longer… look, “Enzo said when a car parked by the entrance and two familiar features stepped out. Zane's eyes narrowed, seeing Olivia and Ira.

Hands reaching out for his. “Lorenzo, Cristo, we thought the reaper kept you five years ago.” Enzo’s grin was sharp. “He tried but I was busy chasing this beauty over here.” Laughter boomed. Then eyes slid to me—hungry, appraising. “And who is this vision?” Enzo’s arm tightened around my waist. “My fiancée, Elena.”

QUADE "Don't you just hate it when the parents fight?" Enzo mocked, eyes twinkling in amusement, "those two seriously need to fuck already. There's not enough holy water in the world to cleanse my eyes after watching them." Zen rolled his eyes. They were opposites in every way, looks and personality. It was something I barely noticed before but nowadays, strange things caught my attention. Like the way Enzo had dirty blond hair, blue eyes, and a fucking pretty boy face with a mauled chest — thanks to me — and Zen with his dark eyes that were close to obsidian and his jet black hair. The brains and the brawn. It was obvious which was which.