Wednesday X Enid Fanfic Novels & Stories

Wendy's head jerked to the side, and the rims of her eyes went red. Something pulled me back into the past. Wendy, Summer, and I were childhood friends. Summer and Wendy were pro skiers, and they put their lives on the line to marry me. Both women leaped off a 300-foot-tall platform and nearly died. I refused to see them getting into another life-threatening case. So, I cruelly rebuffed Wendy's advances and got engaged to Summer. I even gave her my kidney so she could live. … The day before our wedding, I saw her cheating with the underprivileged student I sponsored. Joe gripped Summer's waist and grinned at me, saying, "You don't last as long as I do in bed. That's what she said."

But Edwin held my hands firmly as he replied to the person on the call, “Who are you talking about? I don't know anyone by the name ‘Rose’.” “I’m on my way to dinner with my girlfriend. From now on, do not mention any woman’s name before me. Where others go or leave is not my concern; I’m committed, and you should understand it before it's too late.” After throwing out these words, he hung up and tossed his phone aside. "I told you, Victoria," Edwin whispered, his voice cutting through the static of the system, echoing the words he had desperately pleaded at the fountain. "I will heal those scars. I'm choosing you. Always you.”

However, Alex and Kent would be fighting every time they met. Now, they were even shoving each other to claim the lead as they entered the clinic. “I’m back, Aunt Enid. Is it busy? If things are slow, I’ll be heading upstairs.” “It’s not busy now. You can head up and rest. It’s your precious day off.” Enid knew her niece was annoyed by Kent’s pursuit. Sheila quickly went upstairs. Meanwhile, the two men greeted Marvin and Enid.

**** Pov: Aiden. The fire crackled low in the dark stone chamber. The walls of Aiden’s mountain retreat were thick with silence, broken only by the sound of booted footsteps approaching. Enid entered with a black folder tucked under her arm. Her eyes were sharp as always, but there was a flicker of something else beneath them—satisfaction. Aiden didn’t look up. He sat with a blade in his hand, slowly sharpening it. “Well?” he asked without ceremony. “He’s unraveling,” Enid said, dropping the folder onto the table beside him. “Nightmares. Sleepless nights. Talking to ghosts. Julian’s right where we want him.”

But my foot halts as Enid walks towards me from the opposite direction, a wide smile sliding to the corner of her lips. She's changed into her outfit for the night and I must admit, it looks incredible and perfect for a Luna. It is a deep crimson gown with intricate silver stitching along the collar, hugging her perfectly and making her look healthy, vibrant, and completely ready to step into the spotlight. The pale, sickly look she had at the hospital is completely gone, replaced by a glowing, triumphant expression.

Enid shot back, his voice low but sharp enough to slice the air between us while he sipped his wine without breaking eye contact, and the casual way he said it made my blood boil because it sounded like he was mocking me right after saving my ass. I clenched my jaw so tight it ached and leaned closer, lowering my voice to a hiss. “Then explain how you wrapped Bradan around your finger in five minutes when I’ve been chasing him for months,” I demanded, my fingers twitching at my side because jealousy mixed with confusion and I hated how he stayed calm while I felt ready to explode. Enid shrugged, the movement slow and unbothered. “We talked business, that’s all, maybe he likes people who list

I question her but she doesn’t seem moved in the slightest by my questions instead, she just focuses on unraveling the file that was bonded with the red ribbon which is making me loose my mind. “I just knew when I saw both friends pull up together that the whole wedding must have been a deal between the friends which is why Eden Weston was so chilled with her and even had both the effrontery to lecture you about friendships and then the audacity to serve us salted drinks as revenge because you pointed out the obvious truth about the lying bitch.” Eloise points out and I stop feeling bad about Eden serving them salted juice because they are bitter people and they deserve every simple bit of w

Elizabeth I'm scrolling through my phone on a Saturday evening to pass the time. I was actually looking for some business ideas. I mean, I can't just sit around. I'm now a mother and a wife. I've got to fend for my home, even though Eren is wealthy enough; I still get this uneasy feeling that disaster is ahead. He's no longer Don but he's still part of the mafia and it's still terrifying.

Peter nodded before sauntering away. Diva found it extremely weird. Who would want a wedding like that? Those kinds of weddings were awful in her eyes: getting married to a complete stranger-based on a token number? It seemed totally off. What if someone got unlucky and ended up with a bad partner? The only thing they could do about it would be to curse their fate for the rest of their lives. Shrugging her shoulders, Diva mumbled, "I would never want a wedding like that." She took her phone and went back to editing, trying to kill time, knowing that she wouldn't get another pastry until the workers returned.

I just didn't know what yet. "Agent Newman?" Dominic called me, snapping me out of my reverie. I smiled at him. "Soon, partner, we'll be married, so I think you can call me Miranda," I concluded with a wink. "Miranda," he said, testing it, and I liked hearing him say my name. "We need to sort out something about the house. We're going to move there next week, and Stan thought it would be good for us to go there tomorrow as an official couple, to have a first experience and analyze the place and where we'll put the furniture."