Amar A Tu Enemigo Novels & Stories

Graced By A Powerful Presence Unknown POV "Si no hay enemigo dentro,el enemigo afuera no puede destruirnos."(If there is no enemy within, the enemy outside cannot destroy us.) "Bero miraos a todos, en la garganta del otro." (But look at you all, at each other's throats.) "De que te va a servir, para matarse unos a otros?"( What good will it do you to kill each other?)

My jaw clenched. “And that?” I whispered. “That is on him.” I looked Amara dead in the eyes. “Asher doesn’t get a pass. He's the real enemy!”

I nodded, then braced myself for more. He walked over to the tree trunk, then he moved it to the side. He walked over to me, then stood beside me. He positioned my legs properly before me, and he made me stand properly. He whispered in my ear. “You need to see your opponent as an enemy. If you miss one shot, they will retaliate, and they will attack you. Never let your opponent get the leverage over you, you must always be on the winning side, always have the opportunity to win at all costs.”

Undoubtedly, Amaya was a puzzle that, when you thought you had already solved it, came up with another piece to fit. "I know, so I'll give you a piece of advice: don't reveal your way of thinking to anyone you don't really want to know you. You'll never know where your real enemies are, and giving them a hint of your thoughts is like giving them the keys to manipulate you," I commented with an enigmatic smile. "Now, I'll leave you; remember that we'll meet at the celebration ceremony in Las Vegas. Until then, just be very careful, take care of yourself, stay out of trouble, and obey your father, even though it goes against your character."

And I was starting to regret it—curse my big mouth. “So be a good girl and do as I say… unless you want that spanking,” he added with a hint of lust in his voice, his eyes drifting to my cleavage. “I’d be stupid to give you that kind of opportunity,” I replied, rolling my eyes. He was so full of himself. I was about to walk away when he gently grabbed my hand. “I’m serious, Zara. This place may look peaceful, but it can be dangerous. I have enemies—even among these people—waiting for a chance to strike. If you notice anything strange, come straight back.”

“No, but I damn sure plan to put that on my to-do list for this year.” He laughed. “It’s a good read. Sun Tzu was a Chinese military strategist and philosopher. One of the popular concepts of his work was the enemy of my enemy is my friend.” He twisted the squares and pushed them up and down along the zig zag line, instead of from side to side like on a cube. “Do you understand what that is saying?” “Yes. Whoever tried to kill Mia is an enemy to Mia, me, and you. Therefore, in this moment, we’re all cool in the gang.”

Amara yelled. "What's wrong with you, it's better to keep kissing Mell, nothing has happened to you, nothing has happened to anyone, that's not the way to respect us, I don't ask anything of you and instead that you do not take care of anyone, I tell them that they are not going to forget me, not for me, not for my friends, not for others, and if I go, I will kill you all, I will kill myself," Amara yelled.

“My sister likes you very much, Foren! You're her inspiration to pursue modeling.” And so many more greetings and compliments. Despite being flustered, she returned it with smiles and thanks. However, her smile slowly faded as she stepped more into their crowd and spotted a man she never expected to be here. Foren's eyes widened. Their classmates’ chatter slowly died down as they realized that the biggest rivals of their batch finally came face to face after so many years.

That's why I'm glad that you meant Luna. "No, father." I wrote and sent. A few seconds went by, and then I saw this on my screen, "Good. Then mark her. Once you have achieved your goal, you can reject her. The pack does not have a use for a Luna that shares the same blood as our enemies."

The warriors charged towards Amaris with the aim to kill and get rid of the threat. "This is not fair," Amaris chimed with a snicker and immediately got in action. He started sending bodies flying around them as if they were paper with only his arms raised. "My wrists are starting to feel sore." He complained and paused to massage his wrists, he resumed his previous attack.