Accidental Allies Novels & Stories

“Heir to the Suttas Conglomerate.” The name hit like a jolt. Suttas. One of the Malorys’ biggest business rivals. We’d partnered with them before, cautiously and only when absolutely necessary when our business was flourishing and in the highlight. And he… he was that Stuart. The one with the reputation. The one every tabloid linked with a new woman each week. Such a playboy he was. I stared at the card. “Aren’t you on the wrong side of the battlefield?” I muttered.

His mind was in a spiral of thoughts. He wasn’t blind. He knew his father’s spy already had their eyes on Drake. The quiet scholarship boy might have seemed invisible to most, but Adams Sanchez was already suspecting his identity. And if Drake was already under his father’s radar, Miguel couldn’t just turn away. For once, he decided to act selflessly. Two birds, one stone. That was the plan. Continue this ridiculous bet with Steve, but end it before it destroyed Drake completely, and shield him from Adams’ claws at the same time.

"I'm built for control. And I've never, ever in my life, felt less in control than when you were lying on that floor, and I knew exactly where the damn antidote was, but I was terrified I wouldn't get there in time." He reached out and, so slowly, so carefully, placed his hand on the arm of my lounge chair, inches from my shoulder. It wasn't a threat; it was more like an anchor. It was the first accidental-on-purpose touch that wasn't about saving my life. "The alliance is still business," he promised me, his voice a low rumble. "But I can't be in the same room with you and pretend that never happened. And I can't be near you and not want to know who you really are."

"I will accomplish it." “Are you going to watch him secretly?” “I’ll share all my knowledge with you,” I whispered. "However, I require protection as well." "If he learns about it..." She acknowledged with a nod. "Next, we assist one another." We sat quietly for an extended moment. Two shattered girls in a realm constructed on deception and inheritance. And at that instant, a change occurred between us not friendship, not just yet, but a delicate alliance. Just as I was about to walk out, she said something final. "Kara?"

Then, he averted his gaze from me and mumbled, "You don't care about me at all." I ignored his act and sat on the couch, asking, "Why did you lead me to say those things when you knew it was me?" He dropped his aggrieved act and smiled slyly. It was almost as if he'd set up a trap to lure me in. "I was curious to see how far you could go, angel. I'm really sad, though… "We were only lucky enough to get matched up because we live close to each other. Wouldn't you have said those things to another man if you matched with them tonight?"

I mock-jabbed his shoulder as I dragged myself into a more upright position. “I don’t know how I’m going to be ready in time,” I said. “I’m still getting confused between our allies and our adversaries. Well, except for the Dawn Stalkers, of course. But besides them, I wouldn’t be surprised if I ended up saying something inappropriate to Anders’ best friend or something.” “I’d never let that happen,” Lucas said.

"I never expected to find an ally in you, Darren. Our paths were so different, yet here we are, bound by a shared purpose." Darren chuckled softly, a hint of irony in his voice. "Life has a way of surprising us, doesn't it? Sometimes, the unlikeliest of alliances can lead to the greatest changes." As the fire crackled, I realized that in the midst of our darkest hours, I had found an unexpected friendship. The world had thrown us together, and in the midst of our pursuit of justice, a bond had formed, one that was built on trust, shared goals, and the realization that we were more than the sum of our mistakes.

“A genuine one. No strings, no expectations. You are the most interesting person to walk into this building in a decade. You’re in a war on two fronts, a domestic one and, it seems, a more work related one. You could use an ally with no stake in either battle. Someone who simply finds you… compelling.” It was a smarter, more insidious offer than his previous blatant advance. An ally. A neutral party. After the suffocating tension with Bastien and the radioactive history with Ronan, the idea of a clean, simple friendship with someone who knew nothing of my world was achingly tempting. And that’s what made it so dangerous. Maison didn’t do simple. There was always a angle. “You don’t want frie

“So we’re supposed to trust an ex-girlfriend scorned? That’s your grand ally?” “She’s more useful than you think,” I shot back. “And whether or not you trust her, her goals align with ours. Lucien wants Ronan’s downfall. Lena wants Lisa out of the picture. We want Lisa destroyed. Tell me, where is the harm in joining forces with them both? Either way, we win.” He studied me for a long moment, his jaw ticking as if he wanted to spit back another argument. Finally, his shoulders sagged. “You really believe this will work?”

Nothing felt fake in our friendship, which he had yet to fully acknowledge, so I felt he could be my ally. "I feel that we are getting closer. So, Duncan, if there's anything I need, you should do me a favour." I smiled. "Whatever it is." The man looked at me. "If we're allies, you can't forget that you have to do me a favour, too. Don't you know that an alliance is a form of cooperation that provides mutual benefits?" "I know." I nodded, obviously knowing that's why I brought it up in the first place. I still didn't know what kind of help I could give to this man who seemed to have no problems, but as long as he didn't refuse to be my ally, there should be no problem.