Amar A Tu Enemigo Novels & Stories

"What are you really trying to say, Amara?" I stared at him for a long second, then said, "That not everything is as it seems. And you, of all people, should know how fast love can become a weapon. A deadly weapon, at that. It’s gonna stab you and gut you and leave you for dead. ‘Two times the charm,’ they say, but I wouldn’t even wish that on my worst enemy." “So we are enemies, huh?” Zane asked playfully. “Yeah,” I said. “We are."

I offered her since her didn't have any on her plate. "Oh no, I am allergic to them. Thank you" My mom shook her head before deciding to take over the conversation. She asked Zara about the archery competition coming up. "I am not so sure I would be able to participate this year" Zara answered her. " And why is that?" My mom asked. "Well, you know we have the whole mating ceremony to plan. And I wouldn't want anything to interfere with it" My mom waved her hand in the air." Forget all of that. Your mom and I will take care who of that. Just go to the competition and come home with the medal"

Aya Connor is the only mute Epsilon she-wolf of the Connor Moonfang Pack—fragile, voiceless, and treated as a disposable pawn by her own greedy family. When her father forces her to take her sister’s place in an unwanted mate bond with the terrifying Alpha Kyle Connor, Aya enters the deadly halls of the Rev-9 Crimson Dominion with one goal: keep her dying grandmother, Elder Serena, alive. Kyle Connor is a muscular, ruthless Alpha scarred by war and betrayal. Known for his cold restraint, he wears a pristine ceremonial neck-cloth—loosening the knot by exactly one inch only when his lethal wolf, raw lust, or dangerous possessiveness takes control. Believing Aya is a scheming spy sent to ste

His motto was You never know when someone else will attack. So, he dealt with his enemies quickly. But I prefer to mess around with the person I’m fighting. I feel like since we're in a fight to the death, my enemies deserve it. I like to make them think that they might be able to escape, to live to fight again. I liked to give them the belief that they might earn the bragging rights to say that they bested me. I enjoyed seeing the exact moment they realized they never stood a chance against me.

Roman said mocking the man before he added one last thing. " One more thing. Check out your life right now. You have friends and foes do you not? But think about it, how many of those so-called foes have hurt you as much as your own friends - people who are from the same pack as you? Don't let them deceive you. Your enemy might even be your best friend but by the time you figure it out you'll be alone because you pushed everyone who could have helped you away - just because they're from a different pack."

No, handsome wouldn't be the right term for him. She knew everyone in the pack house admired the Alpha. She always tried to deter other Betas from nursing any stupid feeling towards the Alpha. He was hers and hers alone... Now this? "Stupid bitch!" She cursed loudly this time. After all,there was no one around to hear her. She shouted loudly and splashed the waters. "Luna hunhh? Let's see how I will make you a pathetic and lowly Beta. She got out of the water slowly as she glanced down at her body. She had always been proud of her body. She had the curves at the right places.

she whispered, tears streaming down her face. Emily reached out, but Aurora stepped back, shaking her head. Her mind raced as she grappled with the impossible truth. How could her mate—her destined partner—be the enemy? Aurora stammered, “My mate—Hunter—is my enemy.” Aurora stood in stunned silence, her body frozen. For a moment, it felt like time itself had stopped. Her wide eyes stared blankly ahead as she placed a trembling hand on her forehead. “Oh my God,” she whispered, her voice cracking. “How can my mate… my mate… be my enemy? No, no, this can’t be happening. The Moon God wouldn’t do this to me!”

the enemy of my enemy is my friend". Sheena was hurt at what happened to her lover and sought revenge. I, on the other hand just wanted to cut off a weed. “I'll do my best“ “Then hurt that fucker for me“

"Pack enforcer. Third ranked. Terrifying. Means you no harm." "What does that — the fist- thing mean?" Rain asked quietly. "It's a pack acknowledgement," Damien said from across the kitchen. "For the Alpha's mate." Rain looked at him. He was watching her face the way he always did — reading her response, checking for overwhelm, ready to intervene if she needed it. She gave him a small nod. *I'm okay.* Something in his shoulders released slightly.

Bram roared, slamming his fist against his chest. "BLACKTHORNE! BLACKTHORNE!" the crowd roared back, hundreds of fists striking armor in unison, the sound thundering off the mountains like a war drum. I stood there, overlooking the wolves of my pack chant with vigor, and a sense of pride and anticipation began to bubble up in my chest. ‘Viktor won't know what hit him.’