Beloved Enemy Bl Novels & Stories

“She’s not weak. She’s survived worse than what we’ve thrown at her so far.” A smile crept into the darkness. “I’m not underestimating her. I’m studying her.” He leaned forward slightly, his voice lowering. “And while she has people who love her, she has just as many who resent her. Old grudges. Quiet hatred. People waiting for the right excuse.” The first man exhaled slowly. “Enemies.” “Yes,” the second said, satisfaction bleeding into the word. “And enemies are far more useful than loyal friends. Friends protect. Enemies destroy.”

“Unless he changed. What’s your deal with him, anyway?” “He almost killed my men.” My jaw dropped. “Well, shit. So we have a common enemy, after all. An enemy of my enemy is my friend. Isn’t that what they say?” “Who killed your parents?” “I don’t wanna talk about it.”

"Enemy? What enemy?" I sighed, the weight of the prophecy pressing down on me. "The old lady from The Crystal Moon Pack... she told me that an enemy is within us. She said this enemy would make Novel die twice, and if she dies, it would be my end. I’ve been so paranoid trying to make sure she doesn't die... I didn't know who to trust. I really don't know the truth of it all, but that's what she said."

‘you seek to join the enemy has Lena not thought you anything about working with the enemy your friend my mate Lucas is no more due to the fact that you turned the enemy to your friend I shall not be fooled again I say we march on we shall have better luck if we know our enemy and leave them there as just that enemies’ Emelia spoke up The rest of the group nodded in agreement although the food was nice and the tent warm the enemy was still the enemy a fact that was very much still uneasy in all their hearts moving on would be the most logical of ideas, not to mention the fact that Lucas was a dead weight which was slowing down the journey how much longer would they have until Lena grew impat

And in the end, we didn’t become the people we once were. We became better. We had survived. We had grown. And for the first time, we could finally be together—not as enemies, not as victims of our past, but as partners in the truest sense. Because what we had now was stronger than obsession. Stronger than pain. Stronger than anything we had ever known. And I knew, without a doubt, that this time, it would last.

Caleb smirked. "I figured Lucan might be a problem for us both." He paused and got even closer and with a wave of hands the guards that were lurking around excused them . "You know what that saying right ." Caleb said as soon as they left. "An enemy of your enemy is your friend ." Caleb continued . "I think he is our enemy here ." Caleb whispered. "You want revenge over having to put up that cursed woman all this year's only for him to show up ." "And I want him gone... I mean dead cause he might be a problem for me as well ."

"He is a sneaky one. I can tell from his thoughts." "Isn't that that interesting," Father Isaiah observed. "Logan wasn't wrong. You are an interesting specimen. However, back to the topic of conversation - the enemy of your enemy is your friend. It’s time we become friends.” “If the enemy of my enemy is my friend, I think that I would prefer to be friendly with the Mer.” Aislen snapped.

"Who is Blair to you? A lover?" The word "lover" caused a struggle to flash in Mable's lifeless eyes. Her shoulders trembled involuntarily, and she shook her head stiffly. "Not a lover; he is an enemy…" Large beads of sweat rolled down Mable's forehead, and she seemed to struggle. Her expression became painful. Wilbur bent down, his gaze getting closer to Mable. An invisible aura pressed down heavily on her. "Mable, who is your enemy?" Mable clutched the remaining bedsheets tightly. "Blair..."

My palms began to twitch, longing to hit him across the face. "You have lied about your status to us and you have not mentioned how ruthless your Alpha is. Your Alpha might come and make war with us and wipe us out because of you and there would be nothing you will do about it. You could be an enemy for all we know but no one wants to consider the possibility.” "They do not consider the possibility because I am not an enemy! Keep your words and assumptions to yourself alone!" There was a pause and in the silence, my voice seemed to reverberate. I made to walk away for the second time but his hand reached out and grabbed me firmly by the elbow.

He spoke to me like he was talking to a little girl. I nodded, feeling my lower lip tremble. “You’re mean,” I pouted. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to the beach, and when I get back, I want to see my room normal again. We’re enemies here, I get it, but outside, it’ll be like we’re the best friends in the world.” I patted his shoulder. “I don’t see you as my enemy, Amanda. You see me as a threat because of everything with the trial, I know, but I’m just trying to do the right thing,” he said seriously.