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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“

She stammered. "He is the one I am after. He is the one I want.” "Why are you after him?" Brielle questioned. "The man is a bastard! I had it all. I had it in my grasp but when he meddled in my plans, I lost everything and no matter what I do, he still keeps on meddling." He grimaced in anger. Brielle was confused. "Can you explain further on this?” She asked. "You don't need to know all that. All I want you to know is that Sinclair Miller is the real enemy. The one I want to destroy and that can only be fulfilled through you.!" He seethe his teeth in anger.

The beam of his flashlight had landed on something buried beneath mud and weeds. A gravestone. Half-hidden. Weathered. Forgotten. Celine approached slowly. Her stomach tightening. The guard wiped away years of dirt. Words emerged. Names. Dates. An inscription. And suddenly nobody was breathing anymore. Because the gravestone didn't belong to Sebastian Wolfe. Or Victor Kane. It belonged to someone else. Someone whose name made Adrian physically stagger backward. Someone he clearly recognized. Someone Celine had never heard of. ELIAS KANE. Beloved Son. 1998–2006.

Leon had sent the kid to me. After telling him what we were. The Leon Ralis I knew would never do that without some purpose behind it. Adrian was no kind of threat, physical or otherwise, to me. He was not even workable as a honeytrap. Not with what Leon knew about me. Not with who the boy was – my enemy’s very own baby brother. I was Adrian’s mentor, however coerced. I was not the first; I would likely not be the last.

White for a truce, Green for trade agreement, Blue for Marriages alliances and Black for war. I looked up from the parchment to my father. “What is the meaning of this?” When he didn't respond, I slammed my fist against the desk. “Answer me, father!” “It wasn't my fault!” He dragged his hand through his hair. “It wasn't my fault! This is all on you!” I lifted the black parchment again. “This is all on me? When did I ever agree to wage war with the Red Claws pack!” My body shuddered when I said that name. The Red Claws Pack is the most feared pack in the entire realm and their leader, Alpha Asher, was nicknamed the “Red Beast.”

"Go home, Cole." "Can't. You called me here at midnight, remember?" A pause. The sound of ice shifting in a glass. "Which, by the way, you've never done before. So either someone is dead or something happened that you don't know how to process. Given that you look like you're trying to burn the city down with your eyes, I'm guessing option two." Cole Voss. Damien's Beta. His second in command, his oldest friend, and the only man alive who spoke to him like that and kept his throat.

Astrid Lancetii is known as a multi billionaire CEO in London. As a vampire who saw her mother destroyed by a blood-bond, Astrid’s life is governed by one rule: Never depend on a single source. She keeps her hunger satisfied through casual, fleeting encounters, ensuring no one ever gets close enough to own her. Until she picks the wrong man for a snack. William Winchester isn’t just another high-society playboy. He is the Alpha of the disgraced Winchester Pack, a man who has spent years in the shadows planning to reclaim the legacy Astrid’s father stole from him. After a night of calculated passion, William reveals his trap: a high-definition recording of Astrid’s true nature. With the

She could feel heat radiating from his piercing gaze, intense and unwavering, as it locked onto her lips the moment she dared to open her eyes. "Is this what they mean when they say keep your friends close and enemies even closer?" The question reverberated in her mind, a breathless whisper tinged with confusion and urgency. She wrestled with her thoughts, realizing, 'He's not the enemy here or my foe; that title belongs to Sheppard Choi. Victor Choi, on the other hand, is nothing more than a captivating challenge—intriguing, unpredictable, and undeniably compelling man that could easily sidetrack her from her mission at hand.'

“She has your mind, your fury, but she fights with something you never had, purpose. Men would die for her. That makes her lethal.” “Don’t say her name,” the Vulture said quietly. Santiago hesitated. “You still...” “I said don’t.” The silence was sharp, suffocating. Then, softly, “She made her choice. She stands beside the man who took everything from me. That makes her my enemy.” Santiago exhaled. “You’re an interesting man, Vulture. Declaring your own blood an enemy.” The Vulture turned from the window, his face pale under the lightning. “I declare anyone who betrays me an enemy. Even God.”

“Our world has grown to the extent that two leaders just isn’t enough. That’s why all these bottom feeders are joining forces with Ventura. That’s why your own turned against you…” “We were never on the same team.” “Yet he still outsmarted you.” “You motherf—” Blanco leaped towards him, but Alberto held out his hand to hold him back. “I propose a new alliance. We too have had our own mishaps,” he muttered, making his father’s jaw tick in irritation. “But you know that saying?” He snapped his fingers as he thought about it. “The one about the enemy of my enemy is my friend…” “How do we know that this isn’t old?” Alberto asked him, leaning forward as his elbows rested on his knees.