Enzo And Nina Novels & Stories

“I'd take that as a compliment and say thank you, but you technically can't wish that when we both know Enzo already has someone in his life. He's about to get married to Isabella and I'm the last person who wants to break that.” “Do you know who the first person on the list is? Can you guess?”, She questioned dramatically, and I couldn't hold back my laughter. “I know how you feel about Isabella, Grossi. But-” “There's no but, Sofia. If I had powers to make that girl go “puff”, I would!” “Whether we like it or not though, Enzo's going to end up with her.” “Not if you do something about it.” I wanted to laugh it off, but the look of seriousness on her face told me she meant every word she'd

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.

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, you're bleeding!" _____

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?"

He gave me an honest smile. “Yeah, it had been a long time since we actually spent time together.” I replied, also letting my mouth form into a sweet smile as well. He nodded at me before turning to a waiter that wanted to take our order. That was the first time my eyes searched for Enzo. Finding him about seven metres from our table, in the corner of the room. I noticed his clenched fists and tensed jaw, he struggled keeping a straight face. An amused smile made its way onto my lips automatically.