Amar A Tu Enemigo Novels & Stories

Greatness is no misfit. The bible says what you need not to self every repeat. Come celebrate the fight. Ditch the enemy even if upright. To fight the wrong is life. Is life. Is life. Amen. Do not resemble pain. Do not capture like insane. You build safe, but kill the enemy in any state. That’s your life which no one should ever take away. Kill the enemy around any way. Amen. If enemy is sound. If enemy is proud. You still announce your victory be loudly pronounced.

But soon the captive after his scared moment, recovered to his previous stage of boldness. “No, I will never tell you. But if you kill me, I promise you that my pack will retaliate for my death. They will avenge me.” He replied in a venom voice, evident in his voice that he was trying to threaten Logan. Threaten Logan? Isn't that a bit ironic? “They will kill all of you." He said, his gaze shifting among the people behind Logan. But one person caught his eyes, his eyebrows raised when he saw her.

Hence, we are not with Dane now. I remember the words Alejandro uttered just before killing Dane; 'How dare you touch my mate! No one touches my mate and gets away with it!' What a lying piece of sh*t. If it weren't for the mate bond, I would hate him for sure, but right now my emotions are torn between resenting him and wanting to jump into bed with him. We approach the enemy as close as possible, mindful to keep a safe distance between us.

“One more word and I’ll start calling you the mama’s boy who can’t defend himself.” “Careful,” I murmured. “That might get me banished from my own family dinner.” Her fingers curled around her glass. My hand found hers under the table, warm, steady. “Relax,” I said. “I’ve got your back. Unless you want me to start a food fight.” A faint smirk flickered across her face. “I think you’d lose. I’ve seen you fight for dessert, not dignity.” The table fell silent for a moment. My mother’s eyes shifted to me, watching closely. I gave a small shrug and leaned toward Ava, whispering, “Ignore the dragon. Smile. It confuses her.”

Karma is a bitch, and it comes in the form of me. I put my cell aside once again and smirk at the thought of my plan before I try to allow sleep to take over me, hoping it will work this time around.

“I should’ve never come for you.” Something cracked inside me. I lifted my chin, forcing the coldest smirk I could manage. “Then maybe next time, don’t.” His jaw tightened. His hands curled into fists.

“You never knew which one was really fighting you.” “You’re my enemy?” My voice shook. “I never saw you as my enemy, Enid.” “But I did,” he said, stopping right in front of me. “You think you can treat me like nothing and walk away free?” “But I apologized,” I said desperately, tears falling faster. “I told you I was sorry. I explained everything, and you acted like it was nothing. How could you do this?” He leaned down slightly, eyes locked on mine. “You let your guard down too much,” he said quietly. “And I always wondered if you were really as smart as you thought you were. You’re so dumb and foolish, Alex.”

The emergency lights turned on seconds later. A deep crimson glow flooded the archive. Then came a voice. Female. Calm. Distorted through the speaker system. "Hello there, Adrian." Every muscle in his body stiffened. The woman laughed softly. Not kindly. Not warmly. Like someone greeting an old enemy. "I was beginning to wonder if you'd ever discover the truth." The entire archive fell silent. Nobody dared moved. The air went still. Adrian stared upward. "Who are you?" The woman ignored the question.

Once he was gone, Damian exhaled slowly, some of the tension draining from his posture. “He’s not going to stop,” I said quietly. “No. Probably not.” “Does that scare you?” Damian considered the question seriously, the way he considered most things. “It used to. Before you.” “And now?” “Now I have more reasons to fight back than I used to. That’s different from being scared.” I reached for his hand across the table, something steady passing between us. “We’ll handle whatever he throws at us.” “Together.” “Together,” I agreed.

“This is exactly what they want, Dante. To unbalance you. To make you reckless.” His chest heaved, sweat dripping down his temples. Slowly, painfully, he wrestled himself back under control. His gaze met hers—wild, desperate. “I won’t lose you,” he said, voice low and raw. “Not to them. Not to anyone.” Amara cupped his face, her own fear masked behind steel. “Then don’t let your rage blind you. We fight this together. As king and queen.” --- The Hint of a New Enemy That night, in the privacy of her study, Amara spread the two cards before her. She traced the black spade, the cold eyes of the queen. Whoever their enemy was, they were sending a message. Not to Dante. To her.