Novel & Cerita Enzo Character

Enzo Denver . "Please give her a chance, Mum. You will love her. She's not the same person she used to be." "She's an actress, Enzo, and you are a doctor. You have a gentle and kind heart. While her? Huh, she's wicked! Enzo, she's an actress. Who knows if she's only pretending to get what she wants? She can play with your emotions, but not me." Her brow raised as she looked away.

“She is kind, loyal, and went through a lot, but I already told him he shouldn’t be taking care of her. You better tell her to leave, or I’ll do it for you.” “Why?” I whispered. “Why would he be taking care of her?” “Because that’s what Christian does,” Enzo spoke. “He takes care of people and wants to play the hero—but sometimes he doesn’t know what he’s doing and takes things too far. It’s almost the same as when he—“ Enzo wasn’t able to finish his sentence and closed his mouth, but I already knew what he was going to say. “As when he what?” I pushed him to finish his sentence, but Enzo shook his head. “Nothing, it was nothing.”

(ENZO'S POINT OF VIEW) (FLASHBACK) Enzo, 14 years old, entered the kitchen to find his mother over the stove. He came to a halt, his gaze fixed on her back. He studied her with his head tilted. Even if she was hiding so well, he could see how her hands trembled now and then as she stirred whatever she was cooking in the pot, and how she held back a hiss whenever the heat got too hot on the bruises on her hand.

Serena recognized him immediately, He was Lucian’s second-in-command. Serena noticed that they were opposites. Lucian was cold precision, Enzo was effortless charm. His dark hair was slightly tousled, his sharp green eyes glinting with amusement as he took in the sight of her. He had a cigarette dangling between his fingers, his smirk widening as his gaze flicked between her and Lucian. “Well, well,” Enzo drawled, exhaling a slow stream of smoke. “The infamous princess finally makes her appearance.” Serena’s glare was immediate on him. “I wasn’t exactly given a choice.”

“I’m not a good man, Serena. I have never been. Let’s go home. I need to get ready for Nero’s engagement party.” We walked back to the car and went back home. Enzo was waiting for us when we went back to Nico’s house. He and I had never shared words. But when he saw me, he gave me a pitiful look. They both went to Nico’s study to speak. When they came out, he called me aside to speak. He was in a tux, and I had to admit he looked really good. He was different from his brothers. He didn’t wear suits, and he was completely covered in tattoos. His neck, his fingers, his arms, and his legs were tatted. He had a piercing on his eyebrow, a crooked nose, and he never smiled.

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

Enzo Laureati, the 28-year-old supreme alpha of the Moonlit Pack. He was a blue-eyed, tall man with a muscular build. His skin was fair, and his dark brown hair was tied back into a neat bun. Enzo sat in the backseat of his black Rolls-Royce with a phone pressed to his ear. "Yes, Father.” He nodded, his voice sounding bored. "I've already handled it, and I'm on my way back." He ended the call with an irritated sigh, his fingers tapping idly against the leather seat. He looked up and caught a glimpse of his driver’s face in the rearview mirror. "Andrei, can you speed up?"

Because he's still taking medication for his injuries? “Hey.” I put on a smile to seem normal despite my chaotic thoughts. “Fancy some fake wine?” Enzo says with a slanted grin, his deep-set blue eyes baggier than I remember. The dimmed outdoor lights make his beard and wavy hair look darker, emphasizing the sharp angles of his face. The first time we met, I thought he looks like that guy who played Damon Salvatore. Just slightly older, taller and tanner. “It's light.” “Sure.” I sit across from him after he hands me a half-full glass. “Thanks.”