Enzo Stranger Things Novels & Stories

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.

Instead I turned the car around. The guards let me inside without question. I walked toward his study. Then stopped. Voices. One belonged to Enzo. The other… I’d never heard before. I moved closer. “…she has to remember before the Custodian finds her.” My heartbeat slowed. Enzo answered quietly. “She remembers nothing.” The stranger chuckled. “Then we’re running out of time.” Without thinking I pushed the study door open. Enzo looked up immediately. Across from him stood a man dressed entirely in black.

Sanjana was dead to everyone. “Sanjana, whatever happens, happens for a reason. Maybe this is what destiny wants for you. Don’t get me wrong—but if the world believes Sanjana is dead, then let her be. Let Sanjana die. Today, Sanjana ends, and Samantha begins. From now on, you are Samantha Blake —my elder brother’s daughter. Is that okay with you?” Uncle gently caressed my palm and wiped my tears with his handkerchief.

We had barely taken a few more steps when someone stepped out from between two parked vehicles. Enzo reacted instantly, in one fluid movement, he shoved me behind him, shielding me with his body then he pulled out his gun, it’s barrel pointing directly at the stranger’s chest. His voice dropped several degrees. “Take one more step…” The safety clicked off. “…and I’ll do Dante the favor of ending you myself.” The stranger stopped but instead of looking frightened, he smiled. His eyes drifted past Enzo’s shoulder until they settled on me. “Hello, June.” His voice was smooth. “We finally meet.”

Zayn parked and glanced at the vehicle with concern. "There's no way they went to Nevada and back. Something must have happened," he said ominously. I scowled at him as I grabbed his hair dye and hurried into my home. I rushed inside and the bag fell from my hands in utter shock. Enzo appeared to have aged less. He was an attractive, healthy-looking man in his early twenties.

When I said I want us to be friends I wanted to punch myself but I knew she was not prepared for a relationship. We did not get a chance to talk about it. Mostly on her, whenever I brought the topic she tried to avoid it. Today was her first day and I was not able to see her. She was in college by now. Her bodyguard should be here by now. There was a knock on the door. Daniel pushed open the door. Behind him was Enzo. Enzo was an old friend. His family used to be a part of my cousin Kevin's pack.After his parents died he became a member of my pack. He has a mate and two kids and one on the way. His mate Hailey was pregnant again with their third child. They had been happily mated for eight y

“The body’s being processed. Nothing unusual, no tattoos, no tags, no papers.” “Then find out who he is the old way. Teeth, scars, gun serial, whatever it takes.” He nodded, but his eyes lingered on the monitor. “He’s still awake?” I followed his gaze. Erin had shifted a little, leaning his head back against the wall. The boy was still asleep beside him. “He’s not used to this life,” Enzo said quietly. “No one is.” Enzo tilted his head. “Except you.” I didn’t reply. He studied me for another second before clearing his throat. “You think Rizzo’s involved?”

The silver-eyed stranger studies us carefully. His gaze stops on me. And something inside my chest reacts instantly. The connection network flares. Bright. Violent. He notices. His head tilts slightly. “Primary anomaly confirmed.” Dylan moves closer to me instantly. “What do you want?” The stranger turns his gaze toward Dylan. For a moment— The air between them grows unbearably tense. “You are the second anchor,” the stranger says. Dylan doesn’t flinch. “Try again.” The stranger blinks slowly.

Chapter 59 Enzo was standing by his car in the parking lot of Shanton Enterprises, hands in the pockets of his jeans and ankles crossed. He was wearing plain blue jeans and white button down with blue loafers. He checked his watch one more time and the elevator of the basement parking opened on time. Josh, who was shuffling through his emails on the phone, busily looked up and his gaze fell on Enzo. He rubbed his eyes like a little kid and then ran to Enzo, screaming in excitement.

I immediately walk over to the game room making sure to snatch one of the controllers before starting a game of COD with a bunch of the teenage boys still here. Danika's POV: I can't believe Enzo is here. I haven't seen him in years. Every time I think I'll get to see him Dad sends him on another mission. I mean I know he's the best at what he does but c'mon I miss him. We used to go and do everything together but once he turned 9 my dad sent him away for assassin training and I didn't see him until he was 15. He was different, no longer carefree and goofing off. He became all work and for a time he chased after everything with a pulse. That hurt me so bad to watch him with those other girls