Enzo Stranger Things Novels & Stories

I commented, and Salem hissed as he pointed at a cloaked figure below. “Who is that?” He asked roughly, and I narrowed my eyes at the person. When the stranger glanced up at us, I gasped at the light eyes that shone brightly. A crow fluttered around the person and landed on his lifted forearm. “That's Zeno,” I muttered softly, and my brother eyed me oddly. “You know him?” Shaking my head, I told him that I didn't, but Cesan did, then I watched my mate come rushing out of the house to confront the young man.

Enzo stared at the dead body firing two more times right at his head to make sure he was dead, he crouched down in front of the body and began to pat it down with his hand looking for anything that could be useful to him. He wasn't surprised when he found a phone in Matteo's pocket and another bomb device. The bastard would have used this on him if he hadn't been swift and taken charge of the situation. He pulled the phone out and scrolled through the contacts, looking for any clues that might lead him to Gabriella. He typed in "Gabriella" in the search bar hoping to find any message related to her. He scrolled through, his eyes scanning the words slowly, a name soon popped up and caught his

After an agonizing internal debate, I finally dialed the number. There was no answer. I tried again but still nothing. Hector noticed the sudden shift in my demeanor. "Hey, what's wrong?" I couldn't bring myself to speak and just kept redialing. On the third attempt, the call finally connected. The background noise was deafening—people screaming and distant weeping. "Hello?" an unfamiliar voice answered. "Hi, I'm Eileen Allen. Who am I speaking with?" The person on the other end replied, "I'm a neighbor. Your mom was just rushed to the hospital. Your dad… He didn't make it."

“Don’t stop… fuck, that’s so dirty… ahh!” He growled against my skin which made me whimper. He reached under me to stroke my cock while he ate me out. My belly held pleasure which coiled tightly and darkly. Just when I thought I would explode, he stopped. “Condom,” he said, voice commanding. He reached into the glove compartment and tore open a packet. He rolled the latex down his long thick cock which made me watch in awe because the sight made my mouth water. “Get on top,” Enzo ordered, sitting back against the seat. “Show me how bad you want a stranger’s cock stretching you open while you ride me.”

But this bitch didn’t know her place. Gosh, I was going to destroy her! “What now?” Enzo asked from the couch where he was slouched lazily drinking his whiskey. But I could feel the pent-up tension resonating heavily from him. There was a raging storm inside of him, just like me. And his power charged mine, making my hatred hit the roof. “I am going down at 1. Tesoro, is she asleep?” I asked instead. “Yeah. She went out as soon as she finished bathing. You should’ve been there.”

Yes, I call it torture because that was what I was feeling. My phone vibrates from the side and Elena's name flashed across the screen. Elena is my assistant. And whenever she calls me early morning, it has to be something serious. I shifted the chair, standing up together with grabbing my handbag that was resting on the empty chair. "Fine Mom. I will go. What time is it scheduled?" I asked. "1pm"

“He’s not a good guy Maliyah. He has done some really bad things and people died because of him. I don’t know what he wants with you or your sister but I’m concerned he will hurt you guys.” “What is his name?” “His name is Enzo Black. Please if he makes contact with you or your sister, you’ll tell me immediately. Yes?” “Of course. If he’s really that bad I don’t wanna be anywhere near him. He doesn’t sound very nice.” “Now the rest you’ll have to ask your mom. There are somethings that are not my place to discuss. Your mom will tell you in her own time.” We finish our cake and he puts the dishes in the dishwasher. He walks me back to my room.

Enzo's car was hurtling toward a tree. Impact imminent. Enzotensed himself. The collision threw him forward. The airbag exploded. Enzo's world went dark. When he came to, a stranger was standing over him. "Sir, are you okay?" the stranger asked. Enzo groaned. "What.happened?" Enzo stuttered. "You crashed your car," the stranger told him. "Call an ambulance," Enzo said. "Already done," the stranger said. A siren wailed in the distance

Lisa's POV I felt Enzo's eyes on me before he ever said a word, the kind of attention that crawled across your skin like something with too many legs, and every instinct in my body told me to step back behind Vincent and stay there. I didn't. I'd spent enough of this war being protected out of every important conversation, and I refused to let this stranger's gaze be the thing that finally taught me to make myself smaller. "You must be Lisa," Enzo said, his voice smooth in a way that felt deliberately, unsettlingly similar to Vincent's, but wrong somehow, like a song played half a step out of tune. "Or should I call you Elena? I understand you've collected quite a few names." "You can call m

Jackson knelt down and looked Enzo in the eye, and the boy felt like a young prince in the presence of the king. “Your father is here now, and no one else will intimidate you.” Enzo looked at the man in front of him, and it was the man he had seen in his apartment the other day. The boy froze; after all, his mother had warned him to stay away from this stranger because he was dangerous. But, for a moment, he had no idea what to say or do. He simply stared at Jackson with a lost look on his face. Why was this stranger pretending to be his father?