Enzo Stranger Things Novels & Stories

That was just sex! Her head was full of a lot of thoughts. She knew that she’s a broken shit. She was damaged beyond repair. A lady who was emotionally and mentally unstable. So, she can’t stay and commit to him or anybody else. She will just become a liability to someone. She doesn’t want that. She watched the scenery outside the taxi. The sun was rising. She saw it as a new beginning. A new day she needs to survive. She can’t help but think of the stranger. I’m sorry, Mr. Stranger. But I guess, it’s a goodbye. Apollo Justice

Whenever I make an accomplishment she is happy for me, why didn't she allow me to be happy for her? "Who is Enzo?" Autumn asked again, and quite honestly that is one question I would like to hear the answer to. "Oh, Enzo is the son of a very dear friend of mine. Quite the amazing artist himself, he became Alex's mentor and a close friend." There it is, "a close friend", just a friend. If he was anything more Aunt Eloise would know it by now. "That is not what I read about in the morning." Sasha cuts in.

Reno appeared, wearing a t-shirt and pajamas, standing on the porch with a curious expression. “You’re late, Mommy,” he said, squinting toward the car. Then his eyes shifted to the middle-aged man getting out from the driver’s side. “Who’s that?” Rebecca walked closer. “This is Uncle Zasco. We had dinner to discuss work.” Zasco smiled and approached. “Hi. You must be Reno.” Reno looked at Zasco without a smile. “Mommy said I’m not allowed to talk to strangers.” Zasco held back a small laugh. “You’re right. But I’m not a stranger.”

CHAPTER 23 “FERAL” ENZO’S POV: “It’s too late. She’s already gone.” The soft voice echoed in my head, I heard the stranger’s words, but being able to comprehend them was a completely different matter. I could feel my human side falter, and it was I, who roared over the phone lines. “What do you mean she’s already gone!” My Alpha aura nearly shattering the windows and forcing both Cohan and Ryder to take a fair number of steps backwards, lowering their heads submissively.

A neck bomb! "Daddy!" shouted Chelsea who did not expect that it was her father. The car window opened on its own and showed her entire family tied up in there. She approached the car and saw the innocent faces inside. Even her 4-year-old niece was inside, with a bomb necklace ready to explode at any moment. "Dad! Mom! Why are you here?!" screamed Chelsea. Her family? How could they be dragged into something like this! Even though they deliberately ran away so that they wouldn't be

Enzo leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms above his head so the tank rode up, exposing a strip of taut abdomen and the dark trail of hair disappearing into his sweatpants. “Guest room’s right next to mine,” he said lightly, like he was discussing the weather. “Thin walls. Hope you don’t snore, little bro.” Steve chuckled. “Boys’ll be boys. Just don’t stay up all night playing video games or whatever it is you kids do these days.” Enzo’s gaze never left mine. “Oh, we’ll find something to do,” he murmured. “Won’t we, Levi?” **** I stood under the shower, letting the scalding water pound against my shoulders, trying to wash away the sticky mess still clinging to my skin from dinner. En

Patricia addressed the man, shocking me even more. The stranger I had a one-night stand with was Alpha Enzo, and he was also my mate. But why was he so stoic? I wondered how he could remain calm and collected in this situation. Wasn't he feeling the mate bond as I was? Why wasn't he shocked to see me? Didn't he remember me?

He was holding court, charming a group of girls who looked at him like he’d descended from Mount Olympus. I frowned. There was something familiar in the way he stood... the way he smiled. But before I could place it, his gaze locked onto mine. With the confidence of someone who believed time had stood still, he walked toward me. Leon stopped mid-rant, following my line of sight. “Willow Moonveil,” the stranger said, as if my name were a poem he’d just composed. I stared. “Sorry, but—” “Enzo,” he cut in smoothly, extending a hand. “You might’ve forgotten. But I remember. We played hide-and-seek in your backyard once, and you threw a ball straight at my face. Most tragic first love of my life.

"Didn't your parents told you to not speak to strangers?' He said the word 'stranger' three times in that sentence. I didn't say anything. We just resume our walking while I was willowing myself in embarrassment. It made me realized that I had just disobeyed one of my mother's lectures. Not talking to anyone I know and do not make the first move when it comes to a boy. This will be the end of me if ever she found out. I harshly bit my lower lip and internally scold myself in annoyance. What in the world was I thinking? My only hope is that this stranger wouldn't go telling anyone what just happened or I will literally get screwed. "Don't worry, I'm not going to tell anyone. I'll be pretty em

Now, tossed helplessly in the same icy depths, his thoughts blurred into that moment—my eyes, my voice, my final act of love. When he finally came to, the tide had washed him onto a strip of sand. Above him loomed several strangers—foreigners with guarded expressions. "Who are you? What are you doing here?" one of them demanded sharply in fluent Brunelan. Enzo struggled to sit up, his voice hoarse and broken. "I… I'm looking for Raina Arroway." Lifting his gaze, he spotted a cluster of white, futuristic buildings nearby—structures pulsing faintly with light, like something out of another world. And somehow, he knew he had found the right place.