Enzo And Nina Novels & Stories

"Mate!" Nina's wolf said suddenly and she perceived a strong but sweet scent of her mate. Nina immediately cleaned up from the toilet that she was and walked nervously back to the party hall. While tracing the scent to find her mate, she was hoping earnestly that her mate would be her boyfriend, Dewey. That had always been her prayer to the moon goddess. She loved him so much and wouldn't be so elated if she realizes that someone else is her mate. She suddenly sighted Dewey having a conversation with his friends merrily, Nina knew at once that he was the one.

Instinctively, I turned to look at Nina, but the person who had been standing beside me was already gone. "Looking for Nina? Come with me." Nina’s best friend, Rhea Nolan, appeared out of nowhere and led me straight up to a private dining room on the second floor. Looking down, I immediately spotted the missing Nina. She was on the stage, pushing out a large cake and holding a string of pink-and-white balloons as a surprise for Rowan. Below, fans screamed nonstop, shouting for the two of them to get married on the spot, calling Nina "Rowan's girl". The noise was deafening.

I was the error in his life's equation. Enzo stepped toward his sister. He reached out, his fingers closing around the silver drive. Bianca’s face lit up with a triumphant, predatory glow. And then, Enzo dropped the drive into the churning, black water of Lake Michigan. "No," he said. The silence that followed was absolute. Even the wind seemed to hold its breath.

Elizabeth I'm scrolling through my phone on a Saturday evening to pass the time. I was actually looking for some business ideas. I mean, I can't just sit around. I'm now a mother and a wife. I've got to fend for my home, even though Eren is wealthy enough; I still get this uneasy feeling that disaster is ahead. He's no longer Don but he's still part of the mafia and it's still terrifying.

“Where are you boys?” She stepped into the kitchen, smiling brightly, still in her nice dress from wherever they’d gone. Dante was right behind her, looking relaxed. Her eyes lit up when she saw us. “Oh! Look at you two. Already bonding in the kitchen? That’s wonderful. I was hoping you’d get along.” I froze at the sink, water dripping down my chin, face burning. My jaw dropped when Enzo answered without missing a beat. Enzo chuckled low, adjusting his loosened tie with one hand. “Yeah, we’re bonding real deep, Elena. Julian here just showed me how well he releases family secrets. It was even better than I expected.”

Enzo says, wiping his mouth. “I’m not done,” Gianna whines, taking a sip of her drink but when he glares at her, she rises without further argument and hugs me, then Sasha. Enzo leans into Sasha and gives her a kiss, it's passionate, and watching them now I almost forget they were at each other's throats an hour ago. “Hydrate.” he tells her and she nods with a feigned smile, watching him as he leaves. The second he's out of sight, she pulls out her phone and starts typing something into it.

But where was Enzo? Just then she heard the sound of the shower running, realizing that the door to the bathroom was slightly left ajar. Enzo must be taking a shower. “Enzo, the maid told me that you...” She began to say as she walked into the bathroom. All her words flew into nothingness as she stared at the heart wrenching scene in front of her. Enzo wasn't alone in the shower; he was with Gianna. And they were both naked. Gianna's arm was around Enzo's neck, and Enzo had her pinned against the wall while they kissed like there was no tomorrow.

I said softly. He frowned at me. “Now you really are being weird. What is it? Oh, God, don’t tell me you’re in love with Scar. Today would be a really damn bad time to tell me that.” I laughed. “No. You two are perfect for each other.” His frown flickered, his lips tugging up into an uncertain grin. “Yeah,” he said. “Yeah, I know.” * * * Scarlett and Enzo stood upon the raised platform, gazing at each other like there was nobody else in the whole world. Golden hour sunlight danced across them, setting Scarlett’s auburn head alight and gilding Enzo’s darker brown hair.

Enzo and Nina. The girls around us gasped and swooned as the two of them approached, hand in hand. Enzo was tall, muscular, and sported a head of curly brown hair. He wore a flannel and jeans, and walked confidently with his textbooks under one arm and his other arm around Nina’s shoulders. Nina was petite and pretty, with two long, black braids and blunt bangs below which sat a pair of gleaming brown eyes. Her face had a faraway look to it, like she was lost in her own world.

"Marcus, take a look at this. Doesn't Gian Lucenti's fiancee look a little like Nina?" Marcus took the phone, glanced at it, then shot a quick look at a visibly annoyed Joanna. "There are plenty of women who look like la signora… I mean, like Nina. Last week, I saw a model on the street who had the same figure as her, too." "That's true," Erico said, sinking back into the couch. "Nina said she was leaving not long ago, so I got paranoid. Other than here, where else could she possibly go? Besides, how would she even know Gian Lucenti?"