Enzo Character Novels & Stories

Even if Bennett was on our side, it looked like Enzo might kill him before he could answer my questions. “Enzo,” I tried weakly, stepping towards them. He ignored me. “Enzo?” “Don’t.” His face was unrecognisable. No – it was. It was the same face he’d worn when he’d killed Samael. I gulped. “Enzo, don’t do this. He’s here to help.” “Yeah, I agree with her.” I shot Bennett a look that I hoped said, hey, you really aren’t helping. Enzo dropped Bennett. He caught himself, light on his red-soled feet, and dusted himself off. “I really am here to help,” he insisted.

"Enzo, you're bleeding!" _____

Carlo knows why the prince is acting that way, probably because he had known him all his life and this is the only time Enzo has lost, ever. Enzo is actually smart and cunning, one who would not be easily defeated since he does underhanded tricks just to win. Also, being doted on by his brothers, father, and the queens, he has grown to be think that everything he wants, he will get it. Enzo is also not lacking when it comes to looks. In fact, he inherited the king's flaming red hair and his mother's forest green eyes. He also has the charm the king has and his mother's smile, which is what the king fell for.

leaving my hair to dry naturally. Turning back to the tray, there's a selection of pastries,toast and orange juice.. contemplating weather to eat I stand for a bit chewing my lips indecisively.deciding that I will need strength to plan my escape i pick up the toast praying it's not poisened and take a bite.finishing it up quickly I wash it down with the orange juice.the door pushes open and I scramble up…Enzo walks in and stare at me before closing the door behind him.he is completely dressed now.in slacks and shirt.the two top buttons of his shirt are open, revealing a few tattoos on his chest.he looks mouth watering.

I know Enzo more than anyone in his life, he is never punctual, he is clumsy, he loves sweets, he hates black coffee, he has no friends, his only friend was his late mother. I always paid attention to everything he was doing, I always knew where he was, I went to the same college as him because I couldn't stay away from him. I stared at the clock again, Enzo was five minutes late, my smile grew wider, this was going to be fun for me. I decided to focus on the work in front of me. Five minutes later there was a knock on the door, "Come in," I said. I composed myself, I put on a stern look, Enzo can't know how much he means to me, at least not yet. He came in, his hair was combed to the back,

“Has your mum told you about me?” Ethan shook his head. He looked at me and I didn't know what to say. Ethan faced Enzo back. “Will you tell me who you are?” “Of course I will. I am your mum’s friend. Enzo is my name.” “Spell it,” Ethan instructed. Enzo smiled at Ethan’s new found confidence. He did what Ethan asked of him. “E N Z O. Enzo.” Ethan repeated Enzo’s name. “Enzo.”

He always did. Enzo is no ordinary criminal. He’s a werewolf with a body built to break, a past soaked in blood, and a temper barely kept in check. Tate is supposed to be collateral—silent, obedient, forgotten. But Tate? He’s loud, shameless, stubborn enough to make Enzo feel.

Alpha Leonardo says, and Enzo bows his head. Enzo starts to leave the circle and walk towards me, and I can hear the whisper in the room. They whisper about how he fought and never once shifted and also about how he let Romeo tap out so he didn’t have to kill him. It’s whispers of admiration and saying Noah picked a good Beta. Then everything happens fast. Romeo moves fast to attack Enzo from behind. “NO,” I yell “ENZO!” Dad yells. Enzo turns to protect himself, but before he can do anything, Romeo is lifted up in the air by a big furry hand.

I asked. Enzo chuckled and lifted his head to look at me with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Because I just know," he said confidently, his deep voice carrying a playful tone. "He's strong, just like his father." I rolled my eyes, pretending to be unimpressed. "And what if it's a girl?" I countered, raising an eyebrow. "Then she'll be as beautiful and stubborn as her mother," Enzo replied without missing a beat, leaning in to press another kiss to my lips. His warmth was overwhelming, and despite my attempt to keep a straight face, I couldn't stop myself from smiling.

It was perfectly, beautifully boring. ​Enzo was standing at the far end of the room, talking to Marco. He caught my eye and gave a singular, slow nod. He didn't come over. He didn't touch me. He let me have the floor. ​He was showing them that I was a Cavallo.