Hello Neighbor Enzo นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.

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.”

RON “CLIMB IT!” I roar, shoving Zli toward the chain-link fence. “I’ll handle this bastard. GO!” Zli hesitates for a fraction of a second, his eyes flashing with a mix of tactical calculation and raw worry. “Ron—” “I said MOVE!” I bark. I don’t have time for a debate. I whip around just as the Crimson Dragon enforcer—a hulking piece of muscle named Marco Bellini’s favorite street-soldier—swings a heavy wooden baseball bat. I dive to the left, the wood whistling inches from my ear.

My lips curled into a smile as I was happy to see a familiar face but what happened next made it hard for me to forget all that happened that very moment. “Don't you dare touch my sister,” Enzo said, entering the room with a gun in his hand. He was looking so horrible with bloodstain all over his body and was leaping too. “Enzo!!” Marcella cried out, her step faltering the moment the man swung his gun in her direction. Fear and anger flashed through Enzo's eyes as he saw the gun pointing directly on his sister's head. The not so familiar man laughed, “I would be a fool to leave any of you alive,” he said mockingly. The next sound I heard was that of a gun shot.

"Aah good morning beautiful ladies. Natalia care to enlighten me who is this beautiful woman?"While his eyes were trained on me. "Uh..h M..My bestfriend Zita.Zita this is my neighbour Etienne Martin." "Nice to meet you " Zita said "The pleasure is all mine." "Need any help ladies?" "Uh..no,we can manage".I stuttered. "Sure...Have a good day both of you." "That hot piece of ass is your neighbour?"exclaimed Zita.I sighed.

“I have no care about where you go as long as you are accompanied by security, but I doubt you have any friends.” “I do!” I snap, startling Enzo with the way I'm falsely defending my non-existent social life. “Aside from Luna.” Mm, I see how it is, he's done his research and he thinks he's got me all figured out so how about we play a little game called Enzo's temper? I saw his cousin play and it seems sufficiently fun to play it. He eyes me expectantly and I bite the smile that creeps onto my lips as I look at him. “Alessio Valenti.”

The seconds ticked by. Slowly. Enzo's phone rang several times. Then, a deep voice answered. "Marshall." "Marshall, it's Enzo" Enzosaid. His tone is serious. "I need your help.”

Maybe after I'd finished distracting Enzo. I went to the living room to see Enzo typing away on his phone with a box of pizza in front of him. Enzo dropped his phone as he faced me. I plopped down beside him. “So what do we do today?" I asked him, taking out of the pizza. Enzo shrugged as he grabbed the remote. “A new horror film just came out. We could-” he began. “Say no more. Put it on," I ordered him. Enzo chuckled as he put on the film.

she cried, desperation etched on her face. My heart skipped a beat as I stood frozen, staring at her. The familiarity of her voice sent shivers down my spine. How could someone sound so much like me? Before I could process my thoughts, a voice sent my heart racing - "Enzo?" The woman's eyes darted towards the speaker, and I followed her gaze. Enzo, my worst enemy, stood tall, his piercing eyes fixed on the woman. I quickly ducked into a nearby shop, decorated with black linen, and held my breath. What was Enzo doing here? And what did he want from this mysterious woman?

I'm going nowhere. Then his phone rings. Leandro mumbles something in Italian and pulls his phone out of his pocket. He squints at the glowing screen. “Keep quiet.” He eyes me, raising his finger before answering the call. “No. Non lo siamo. Perché?” [No. We're not. Why?] My heart leaps. The voice on the other line sounds familiar. Very familiar. It's the sliver of hope I've been praying for. It's Enzo. It's definitely Enzo!