Novel & Cerita Amar A Tu Enemigo

Dante. ​He was a ghost in the fog. He had retreated to the cover of the grand marble staircase, his white shirt now almost entirely crimson. He was fighting like a man possessed, his movements primal and vicious. He wasn't just defending a house; he was defending the secret we had just shared. ​He was defending his son. ​But he was outnumbered. Three Moretti soldiers were flanking him, their lasers painting red dots on his chest. ​"No," I breathed, my hand flying to my mouth. "Dante, move..."

But if tries to hurt Amelia or create any problems for her then he will have the same fate as my enemies. You can fight those who are standing in front of you but what about those people who are standing beside and plotting against you. But it really doesn't matter because no matter what is the situation i will fight till my last breath. This time i will face the situation and maybe get rid of all my enemies. Because i am done waiting for right time. There is nothing known as right time. Now is the right time.... May god have mercy on my enemies 'Cause' i won't.

“I will.” “Dear, laugh in front of your enemy to make them worry. To make them think you aren’t hurt. To make them feel weak for being unable to hurt you. If your enemy sees you laugh at the moment meant for tears, it baffles them. Hatred and anger can cause them injury. They might even hurt themselves.

Do you really think I would want to be friends with that bitch who stole my role? The assistant flinched at her words, but pushed on "Then why pretend? Why act so nice to her?" Zara's eyes flicked back to Jia, who was now watching her, an unreadable expression on her face. Zara smiled back..then slowly sipped her whiskey, savoring it before answering. "To destroy your enemy" she said, her voice low and calculating "you have to get close, Learn their weaknesses. Jia might not trust me now but I will make her trust me... soon enough."

“Her name is Amaris Kennerly. She’s my girlfriend. The woman you thought you could intimidate.” She laughed lightly. “I clearly misjudged her. I didn’t think she’d tell you.” “She did,” I said, voice razor-sharp. “Every word. So whatever leverage you thought you had, you don’t. And let me be clear if you ever try to threaten or harm her again, I’ll forget we share blood.” I leaned in, voice dropping low. “And believe me, Mother you do not want me as your enemy.”

My face grew pale as I read the single line. “Your enemies are much closer than you think, trust no one.”

"You are my son! You think my enemies will not come for you if I fall?!" "Any of your enemies stupid enough to try that would quickly find out their folly!" Arric growled and pulled the door open. "You will do well not to send your guards after me since you seem to believe we are alike and such. Cause I will kill them all – peace loving be damned."

“Stop being kind to your enemies, they are going to take advantage of you” TBC

"I know who I am." "Do you really?" “Just shut up!” "I am not your enemy, Astrid. You just made me one because you were afraid." “Look, if I can’t win this fight, then I should at least make sure you bleed.”

I looked at her for a moment, then I let out a quiet breath. “Yes,” I said simply. “And fortunately,” I added, “the enemy of our enemy is our friend.”