Enzo Character Novels & Stories

As the limousine rolled through the streets of North Central Philadelphia, the two men sat in contemplative silence, each lost in their own thoughts as they plotted the downfall of the Rinaldi empire. Meanwhile, The black G-Wagon 360 pulled up at the abandoned warehouse, its tinted windows concealing the occupants within. Luca emerged first, his broad frame clad in a black tank top and a grey jacket. Enzo, his protégé, followed closely behind him. Enzo is Luca, Dominic and Isla's distant cousins, recently he has taken an apprentice role at Luca’s side.

"And you are ready to face him, heads on. I have trained you for more than a year now. I know what you're capable of, Evangeline. You have a sharp mind, and a strong will. When you set your mind to something, you don't rest until you finally do it. You don't have to be scared of Nikolai Costello—" I cut him off, "I was never afraid of Nikolai Costello, not when I was a sheltered girl, not now. If you think my hesitation to be with you is because I'm afraid of him finding out about it then you're wrong. This is my decision, Enzo." Enzo was a good-looking man, in his late twenties, with dark black hair, dark eyes, full lips, toned beautifully, tall and charming. Any girl would be lucky to have

I was glad my father didn’t see my expression because it would have given my emotions away instantly. He paused at the doorway though and without looking at me, he said, “Enzo is different from most of the Alphas. He’s young, but he’s incredibly serious. He doesn’t have fun often or let himself feel normal emotions. It’s almost like he’s holding onto something he can’t let go of…” He paused for a moment to gather his thoughts.

“Surprisingly calm. Cooperating without much trouble.” Czar’s brow furrowed in surprise. “Really? Most adults would’ve broken down by now, yet this child remains composed.” He smirked. “Maybe she’s got her father’s spirit after all.” Enzo had already turned away, his mood shifting again, now from bloodlust to brooding silence. He walked with heavy, deliberate steps toward his private quarters, ignoring the chaos he had left in his wake. His thoughts were elsewhere now, occupied by his next move, his next plan. He pulled out his phone and dialed his beta’s number, tapping his foot impatiently as he waited for the line to connect.

She tried to look good in Enzo's eyes and bad in Salvatore's. “Do you think they'll come out soon?” Enzo asked, and I nodded, taking his hair off his face. He was staring desperately at the window. “Yes, they'll come out soon” And as if I were the one who summoned them, I saw them all walking out of the building, including their men. And… Chloe. Enzo opened the car and ran out straight to his mother. He had his arms spread wide, his smile across his face too. He looked so happy as he ran to his mother and from them hugging themselves, my eyes moved to look at Salvatore.

"Because I am not just some 'regular' immortal, boy. Neither is you two or my grandson!” Enzo rose from his seat with an elegant, fluid grace that seemed to defy the laws of physics itself. Every minute movement he made appeared calculated yet simultaneously imbued with an almost preternatural fluidity, like liquid mercury given humanoid form. His penetrating obsidian stare landed squarely on Seven, who had questioned how the ancient tale related to him and Knox. A sardonic smirk slowly curved on his lips as he stretched out his hand, palm facing outward in a deceptively casual gesture.

No longer the annoying and irritable demeanor from before, but his current attitude wasn't necessarily a good sign for me. I couldn't leave Rollo alone here, and Enzo was well aware of that. Still, he spoke as if everything was fine. His words sounded caring and considerate, but I knew he was maneuvering me into a corner, making it impossible for me to refuse. "Seems like in your eyes, I'm just a despicable person without a heart. Flora, Rollo is my son. I know I hurt him before, but..." Enzo's tone softened, and he looked at me with a mix of remorse and confusion. But no matter how much he cried now, it wouldn't change anything. Enzo's tears didn't hold the power to alter his image in peopl

I hissed. He smile followed by his low laugh that made me saw his dimple. I scoff because of that and cross my arms as I lean on the leather seat of his car filled with the smell of roses and calla lilies. What I like about Enzo was he never question the things I ask him to do. If he has a doubt, he figures it out along the way of his research. His loyalty was balance, he knows what to say to my father and he knows what are the things that he needs to keep as well. A confidentiality between the two of us.

Leonard asked. “Who is she and where is she from? It is nobody's business, I'm telling you all now as my family, so have it at the back of your mind” Enzo replied. One of Enzo's characteristics is that he is calm and cool-headed but at the same time he was dangerous, he was not one to argue and was slow to anger unlike Loyd. “I won't let you marry some lowlife, that decision will not hold” Leonard countered. “Of course” Loyd scoffed, downing the entire glass of whiskey at once.

Enzo exhaled slowly, his mind already working through the possibilities, calculating each move. This wasn’t just about the charity anymore. This was about everything he had worked for. Ultimately, one choice remained alone afterward. “We make it happen,” he spoke firmly, his voice carrying a hint of finality in those words. "What are you…” But Enzo had already moved, his long strides taking him to Sherry’s bedside. Ethan's brow suddenly darkened and wrinkled severely. Enzo hastily moved his long strides, eating up distance swiftly beside Sherry's bedside.