روايات وقصص ضمن Professor Enzo And Lila

She felt angry, very angry. Before she could get a concrete answer from her mother, she saw Evan come out of her father's study. "Why did you force my parents? I will die here, then be yours!" Lilian threatened Evan with the kitchen knife. She would rather kill herself than be with a mafia boss whose hands are dirty with who knows how many people's blood. The blood spilled by the Lonardo family can make a big ocean.

The one who’d walked in through the wrong door, interrupted the lecture, winked like she owned the room, and said something about making only the kind of noise I approved of. What was her name again? Celine. Of course. She was slouched on the desk, head tilted back, mouth slightly open, chest rising and falling in a rhythm that made her look both unbothered and dangerous. The sight tugged at something I had buried so deep I thought it had rotted away. The class began to whisper. A few students tried to hide their laughter. I let them. “Fascinating,” I said, calmly setting the marker down. “It seems Miss Moretti finds the mysteries of planetary motion soothing enough to sleep through.”

My hottie Professor: That's not fair, Princess. Me: She's my friend, Zain. We have just come to know such a big secret about each other, Give us some time to talk. My Hottie Professor: Don't force me to cancel your reward, Princess. What! I frowned at him. Me: You can't do this. My Hottie Professor: I can do anything, Princess. Me: Okay, fine, do whatever you want. I sent him the angry face emoji and kept the phone in my handbag in anger.

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.

Enzo's POV. I straightened my jacket and walked into the room full of authority, my chief soldiers and Sofia following behind me. “Thank you for waiting a while”, I said as I settled down at the head of table, facing the head of the Pilates mafia, Alfredo Pilates. “I hope you're well satisfied with the refreshments you were given?” “Yes, Mr. Enzo”, he replied with a smile on his face. “It wasn't really long since we came in-”

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.

She reached for her hand mirror and called for Margarette. “How are you? Did you get the dusts?” “Margarette, we need to talk. I want the truth. I want the whole story of Lenriad. Also, I have to tell you another thing.” Ellaine opened the leaf and stared at the beautiful face of a sleeping angel with golden hair.

" '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