My Stepbrother Enzo Novels & Stories

“He was just being controlling. And he made it very clear today at lunch that we have strict boundaries. He said at work we're strictly boss and assistant, and around our parents, we're just step siblings.” Susan let out a loud, theatrical laugh, tossing her head back against the couch. “Step siblings? Oh, please! Boss and assistant? Ava, do you hear yourself? A man doesn't look at his step sister or his secretary the way Derick Stone looks at you. The guy is practically obsessed!”

“It’s nothing. He’s just intense.” Mia pointed a spoon at her. “Intense enough that you’re walking like you just got railed?” Heat flooded Ava’s face so fast she felt dizzy. “Mia—” “I’m not stupid. You hung up on me mid-sentence, you sound wrecked, and that boy looks at you like he’s already had his mouth on every inch of you.” Mia’s voice dropped. “Did you sleep with your stepbrother?” The silence stretched. Ava’s mouth opened. Closed. Her heart was beating so hard she could hear it in her ears.

Enzo Enzo walked into the VIP booth at Club Nero. He had a lazy smile on his face. Girls forgot their names when he smiled. Guys thought he was weak. But he was smart. He set his glass down. He looked at his cousin Luca across the table. Luca looked like hell. His shirt was half open. His green eyes were dark. Enzo knew that look. It was obsession. It messed with your head. It could get people killed.

LUCA “Father, what do you mean? Enzo is my cousin, my blood. He will never want my throne,” my sixteen-year-old self argued. “Enzo’s father is a traitor. He’s been training his son behind our backs,” my father spat angrily. No wonder Enzo is so good with guns and he’s only thirteen, I thought to myself. “My brother wants his son to be the next heir. Listen to me, Luca: you cannot trust Enzo.”

What the fuck? "I'm n—" Before I could reply, Blake cut in, "Yes, that's right. She's Enzo, my big brother's Fiancee." He shot me an apologetic look. He then glanced at Enzo and so did I. He had a stone cold look on his face. "Fratello, per favore? Ho mentito. noi tutti facciamo. Voglio fare una buona impressione." Blake said to Enzo with a pleading look.

"Ember Brock is three years older than you, head over a fraternity as well as being a football jock. Brock is a player. He is only out for one thing; don't be stupid," "We can't be together, Derrick. I wish we could. I wish you weren't my stepbrother, but you are. I love you in a way I shouldn't love my stepbrother. I need you to let me go, and I need you to move on. It's for the best. We can't keep going on like this," Emberly quickly took her hand from my chest and looked away. Desperation took over me. "Ember, please, please don't do this. Give me this year, that's all I ask, and then I promise I'll let you go," I tilted her chin to look at me.

he tried to say, affectionately looking at Kaira. Kaira and Enzo are cousins. They are criminal accomplices and buddies who rely on each other practically all the time. Kaira has never had a sibling, and Enzo is the closest thing she could ever have to a brother. He might be a real pain in the ass, a bit of a nuisance, and get on her nerves most of the time, but Enzo genuinely cares about her. He also supports her in anything she chooses to do.

Her fingers drove through my hair the same time she sank her face below my ear and inhaled deeply. She continued sniffing me for a couple of seconds before she backed away and squinted her eyes at me again then suddenly, a bright glint appeared on her face. "It's you! StepBro!" she cheered and I said nothing. I hated the title already even though it's Kinda true. That title belongs to the douchebag Ralph. That's his place... Not mine. She giggled and rubbed both palms against either sides of my face and her next hiccup reminded me I was on my way to getting us the hell out of this skank ground.

Fought against everything and everyone who had tried to hold him back. “What the fuck is this?” he demanded as he pushed open his office door, scowling at the figure sitting at his desk, enzo been looking forward to even more alone time with Lilith, laying the foundation for his plans for her, he did have some very specific goals for her internship. Instead, his brother Alexei had his feet up on his desk. “Is that any way to greet your own brother?” Alexei asked in Russian, his eyes shining with mischief. Enzo switched languages effortlessly, he was proud of his roots, and hadn’t lost any of his native tongue after moving to the States. “This is not a good time, brother.”

Diego was also glaring with the same intensity as Enzo. “Enzo, darling.” I moved to get in between and looked at Enzo in the eyes. He is not looking at me anymore. His eyes were bore into Diego defensively. “Enzo, Diego is, uhm,” I paused as I looked at him in the eyes. “I’m her fratello. Her long lost brother.” Diego let out a little smirk on his face at Enzo. “Long lost brother, my ass,” Enzo mumbled with a crisp curse. The two eyes are still dueling at each other.