Professor Enzo And Lila Novels & Stories

When he bent his head forward, his hair fell out of place from where he’d pushed it back. Dark strands. He lifted his eyes to mine, and my breath caught at the intensity in them. As a man full of surprises, Enzo pulled out one last surprise from his bag. He retrieved a ring from his pocket and got down on one knee. “Isabella Garcia De Luca, I have been in love with you since I claimed you for myself. It’s a love that has grown and taken on new forms, but it never left me, and neither did you. I’ve searched for the perfect time forever and it never came, so fuck perfect timing. I want to do this with you, Isa. I want to do this for you,” Enzo said.

But those attempts quickly realized they could never compete with the professor's loyalty to his work. When he looked at Isa, he could see it. Her eyes were dark... brown like a barren forest in a frigid, snowless winter night. Yet amidst the trees was a flame. It was the same spark Isa saw in her professor that now plagued her fantasies. The sin, immorality, corruption of it all... No. She's a student. The relationship between a professor and student should always remain chaste. Although if we lived in a lawless society, Theodore would have Isa's hands bounded and her ass branded with his belt.

“Good morning, class. I’m Sebastian Wolfe, your new history professor.” My head snapped up, my heart stopping. There, at the podium, stood Sebastian—my Sebastian. His dark brown hair was neat, his green eyes piercing, his black blazer hugging his broad shoulders. He was impossibly handsome, his presence commanding, but his gaze found mine, and shock flashed across his face, mirroring my own. My mouth went dry, my notebook slipping from my hands. The man I’d fucked last night, the stranger who’d claimed my virginity, was my professor. And I was his student.

Tito curses and tumbles back holding that particular place. Fiorella quickly opens the door and rushes out. "Come back here!" Tito yells angrily. . "Ah..."He groans in pain " You will pay for this" ____ Enzo is sitting in Laura's office, directly facing her, she won't lie she has eyes on him, she immediately got attracted to him as she saw his face. There is something cute and sexy, drawing her to him, those dreamy eyes of his, his pink lips and his chubby cheeks, she can die to taste those lips.

“You fucking carry my name now, Bella. You're Mrs Bella Enzo Barine. You no more belong to Marino's.”, Enzo roared. “I'm not a piece of land or some property that you own, Enzo. I'm a human and I breathe. I'm married to you, not sold.” Bella spoke with tears in her eyes as the grip on her arm was getting harder which might leave a bruise later.

And the realization hit her like a freight train: she had actually had a wild, passionate one-night stand with her own college professor! Suddenly, as Professor Adrian swept his sharp, cold gaze across the sloped rows of students, his ice-grey eyes briefly locked directly onto Elara. Snap. Elara flinched as if she had been physically struck. A violent shockwave of panic surged through her chest. All of her previous bravery, her sharp tongue, and her tough facade completely shattered into dust in less than a second. She dropped her head instantly, breaking eye contact. She couldn't even dare to look at his face, let alone meet his eyes.

My lips parted, but before I could form an answer, the professor’s voice cut through the air like a blade. “What do you want, Miss?” he groaned, his irritation unmasked. “Oooh, I’m sorry, sir,” Nina cooed, feigning innocence, though her smirk never faded. “It’s just that I saw my sister come in a while ago, and she’s taking too long to come out. I just wanted to know if she’s okay.” The professor lifted his gaze at last. His eyes darkened, cold and heavy as they fixed on Nina. The look made the air in the room heavier, and I saw her shift ever so slightly, as if that gaze pressed against her skin.

By the time the line thinned, my chest burned with humiliation. When I finally looked up, only two of us were left standing outside. Valeria. Of course. And me. The bus was already filled with students, every seat taken except one. “Well,” Valeria said brightly, flipping her hair over her shoulder, “guess I’ll have to ride with you, Professor Stephan.” Her tone dripped with fake innocence, her hand already brushing her skirt straight as though she was presenting herself. “It’s perfect, really,” she looked at Stephan and flashed a sweet smile that made me cringe. “I’ve been meaning to discuss something important with you, Professor.”

"Vane is texting me. My friends from the studio are texting me. Everyone is sending the same link." "It’s just a picture," Caspian said. "It’s not just a picture! It’s us," I said. I clicked the link. It was a website called Aethelgard Truth. The photo was blurry and taken from far away. It showed us at the head table. My head was tilted toward him, and his hand was clearly visible on my leg under the edge of the white cloth. The title in big, red letters said: PROFESSOR’S PET: IS THE ST. CLAIRE GIRL PAYING TUITION WITH MORE THAN JUST SKETCHES?

"Old Black died for you,yes.But you paid out ten million dollars in blood money!You gave him the highest-honored mafia funeral!You raised Lila until she was eighteen!That damn debt was settled a long time ago!" "But Lila,she—" "What does she need?Did she need you to betray Elena and destroy your marriage?"Morrison sneered."Wake the fuck up,Vincent.This'repaying a debt' of yours is nothing more than you getting played like a damn fiddle by a little brat!" I stumbled out of the council chambers,a loud buzzing ringing in my head. When I returned to the estate,the scene before me made me snap completely. Lila,dressed in some limited-edition haute couture,was directing a few enforcers to toss Ele