Novel & Cerita Hello Neighbor Enzo

“Hello, ladies.” I expect anybody to be charmed by his easy grace, but it seems like I’m the only one, not that Camilla or my mom look disinterested. They accord him the courtesy of a smile, but that’s it. Is there a problem with me? Snapping out of it, I make a quick introduction. “Mom, this is Enzo from school. Enzo, my mother, and my best friend, Camilla.” Camilla waves hi, and my mom asks him how he’s doing to which he responds with brilliant and a thank you ma’am, not once letting his smile deflate.

What do I do now? “Hey guys.” Enzo said as soon as he approached us. “Meet my friend, Leo. Leo, these are my colleagues. You already know them, don’t you?” “I do.” Leo smiled, “Hello you guys.” “Thanks for joining us at the last minute.” Mark said, “We were just waiting for you.” “Were you?” Enzo asked in a sarcastic tone before his eyes fell on me. He ran his eyes over my body for a second before they moved away. He knew very well that I didn’t want him here.

Enzo rebuked his son. “Give me that milk, mom. I'll have Enzo drink his milk after this. He seems to really miss his daddy." Selena took the glass from her mother's hand and kissed her cheek gently. "How are you mom? All good?" "We're okay. Enzo and I went to Garber's birthday party yesterday afternoon. He met a new friend there, Garber's sweet granddaughter, Celine." “Aww… must be so cute. You just met a pretty girl huh?”

Hernandez’s cries got louder. "Let this be a lesson to you in your next life; You picked the wrong Mezzesalma to deal with." I heard Enzo say before Mr. Hernandez's cries came to a sudden halt. When I turned around, there was a deep hole in the man's neck and dead eyes leering wide into nothing, while Enzo peered with a fiendish and satisfied grin. A tear traveled down my cheek as I realized it was just him and me. “E-nzo,” my voice split with the call, and instantaneously, a pair of bloodshot eyes reeled to me.

ENZO I was on my way home from work when my Bluetooth alerted me to an incoming call. Part of me wanted to ignore the call, but I hit the button to accept it instead. Was it too much for me to wish that the outside world didn’t exist for the rest of tonight? All I wanted to do was grab a shower and drop onto my bed, finding sleep after another exhausting day. It was a little after 10 at night. “You need to get your ass over here. I’m sending you my location,” my brother, Niccolò, said the moment that the call connected.

Enzo looked up at me and I saw his eyes were misty. “I’m sorry, I’m being rude,” he said, standing up beside me. He wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me closer to him. “Mom…” he said, turning towards his mother who had a hint of a smile on her lips. “This is my mate… Lila.” She breathed out like she was holding in a breath, and she stared at me silently for a moment. “Lila, this is my mother… Diana,” Enzo continued. Diana; what a beautiful name.

Enzo BANG, BANG, BANG. What the hell? Who could be banging on my door? As I approach the door, I smell her, but it is laced with fear. I quickly open the door, and she rushes into my arms. I just hold tight. “Shh, shh, I got you. Its okay baby.” Comforting her so she can talk. In between breaths she gets out, “Enzo you are right. There is a traitor amongst the back, and they have threatened to kill Adina.”

Such a rude personality in a beautiful body. “fine, whatever. the name is Lizzy Greene if you really don’t know and I guess I am your neighbor.” He scoffed, “Noah, Noah King.” quote; true friendhip comes when the silence between two people is comfortable. hope you enjoyed it! drop a comment if you do and a review too. love y'all Eniola.

"Such a touching mother-and-son bond. How about your boy watches while we have our fun with you?" He ripped my clothes off, leaving my skin bare. Draven shouted at the top of his lungs, "No! Stop!" Kian grinned as he moved toward Draven. "You wanna see your mom's body?" Draven squeezed his eyes shut, but Kian pried them open with his fingers. Right at that moment, the real estate agent showed up. He took one look at what was happening and stepped back in shock, then pulled out his phone to call 911. The tattooed guys saw him and rushed over to grab the phone.

I just kept tossing and turning in bed replaying the conversation with Nathan. Then my phone buzzed with a text. I picked it up, expecting maybe Olive or Maya checking in. It was Enzo. I heard you met Nathan. Are you okay? How did he know already? Did Nathan tell him? I typed back; How did you hear that? His response came immediately: Doesn’t matter. Are you okay? I hesitated, then typed: I don’t know. Maybe. Three dots appeared, then disappeared, then appeared again. Finally: Do you need anything?