Professor Enzo And Lila Novels & Stories

The man who held a knife to my throat and told me to run. He stood there in a black suit, calm and untouchable, as though none of it had ever happened. “Good morning,” he said, his voice smooth and collected. “I’m Professor Zander. I’ll be taking you through this course for the semester.” The classroom buzzed with whispers. Girls giggled softly, already swooning over the new professor’s looks. The guys leaned back, unimpressed. But no one, no one saw what I saw. His hands. His eyes. That night.

He washed his hands, changed his clothes, and sat in his study in a daze. He remembered the look in Liliana's eyes when she left. There was no anger, no hatred, only deep, profound disappointment. "Marco," he called for his consigliere. "Boss." "Have you found where Liliana is now?" "We have. She's at the Vitale family estate." Bruno stood up, a near-maniacal glint in his eyes. "If I can just explain everything to her, she'll come back to me."

The hallway outside Lucien Moretti’s private archive felt off. Too quiet, too spotless—almost like someone had scrubbed away every hint of life. Lila stood there, gripping the access card Lucien had handed her earlier. “Just for research purposes,” he’d said. His words had been steady, almost rehearsed. But his eyes—she couldn’t forget how tired they’d looked. That wasn’t like him. Lucien always seemed like the kind of man who slept deeply and woke up ready. Yet this morning, those dark circles under his eyes looked permanent.

A few other students also looked in my direction curiously, but I paid them no attention as I walked toward the table Lila sat at. “Professor Enzo,” she said, trying to keep her tone casual as she looked up at me; though I saw the light pink shade of her cheeks and nose, revealing to me that she felt anything but casual. “Is everything okay?” “I need to speak with you privately,” I told her and then cleared my throat, straightening my shoulders. “It’s about your assignment for my class.” She raised her brows at me as if to say, “That’s your excuse?” “Kay, this is my shifting and combat professor, Enzo,” she explained. “He’s also an Alpha.”

The same mouth that had been on me last night. Professor Elias Thorne. The man I fucked senseless in a hotel room. The man I was supposed to marry. He scanned the room and his eyes landed on me. I could see the same recognition I had on my face, flash through his. But it was gone in a second as he cleared his throat and stepped onto the podium. “Good morning,” he said calmly. “I’m Professor Thorne. Welcome to Advanced Literary Theory.” For a moment I just remained transfixed. Mara nudged me. “You okay? You look like you saw a ghost.”

Luca I’d seen men die before. I’d seen them bleed out on warehouse floors, in the back seats of cars, on marble stairs just like these. But I’d never felt this kind of panic this hollow, tearing dread as I watched Lila slip away in my arms. “Stay with me,” I kept whispering, but her eyes were glassy and unfocused. Her breathing was shallow little gasps that sounded too far apart. Enzo ripped open the trauma kit, and the medic dropped to his knees beside me.

" 'What the fuck are you talking about? How can you expect me to do that?!' Enzo's response came without hesitation in my mind. 'Please,' I pleaded. 'No! I won't do it!' 'Enzo!' I snapped, my voice sharp. 'Don't argue with me about bullshit like this! I already told you before that I'd never give up on you! It's best if you remember that!' 'Then, are you going to give up on Lilla?' I shot back. 'I'm fucking...' Enzo trailed off, and it felt like he was going to break down from the situation. I took a deep breath and said, 'Enzo, for the last time... Give up on me and save Lilla. You're just following my wishes, and you know that! Lilla shouldn't have been involved in this at all! She's just

Luscious responded staring at Killian annoyed. “Yeah, let's go to the conference room,” I say stepping into the elevator; Killian entered in with us. “I’ll meet you upstairs.” Luscious and I get off on the fifteenth floor. “Doesn’t your place smell like wet dog.” Luscious laughs. “What? No.” I say laughing. “Weirdo.” “What they smell.” He says. He sits at the table and starts playing with a pen that was laying on top of it.

Ravana snapped at me and i smirked. “If you think Leo would take you back your a bigger fool then I thought and too bad Enzo want to get rid of you too ,” I responded and I saw her fumed with so much anger. It was clear Enzo suspected hee for the death of his father and I am sure he wouldn’t stop on till he finds out. “Enzo is in love with me, and I am sure if i kill you he would be back to me but I am bore of his I want Leo,” she responded and she smirked.

“You’re… uh, you’re here.” “Clearly.” he said, a hint of amusement on his face. Well, at least one of us finds this funny. Nathan stood, extending a hand to him. “Hi, I’m Nathan Osborne. Elena’s fiance.” For a split second, I thought I saw something in Enzo’s eyes, but it passed so fast I couldn’t tell what it was. Then he smiled, shook Nathan’s hand firmly and said, “Enzo Wayne. Elena’s husband.” The silence felt loud, even the jazz sounded so faraway, as if the entire restaurant paused to listen. The words landed like a punch.