Novel & Cerita Beloved Enemy Bl

E L A R A Julian Hartmann. The name alone would make my father's jaw clench. Our families had been enemies for as long as I could remember, something about my grandfather and his, a business deal that collapsed and a friendship that never recovered. I don't know. The details are fuzzy, but the hatred was very clear. If I wanted someone Father couldn't control, someone powerful enough to protect me, someone Father would hate... I know it's insane. Completely insane.

“He probably wants another round. I could go over and punch him.” “Or he’s obsessed, with his hatred ” Oliver said, smirking. “You sure he’s not planning evil?” Austin rolled his eyes. “Can we talk about something else?” Meanwhile, at the other end of the hall, Brian’s own friends were watching. Matteo sat opposite them while James sat beside Brian. James leaned in. “Well well two enemies working together” Brian snickered “You are one to talk, weren’t you paired with Benjamin?” James laughed “Come on buddy, I am not enemies with Austin’s friends”

Jade hesitated for a second before finally sipping from it. His eyes lit up immediately. "Okay, this is actually good" he admitted. "I told you, only the finest" Rally grinned, proudly. Jade ended up finishing the rest in one go. Rally blinked. "Damn" Jade reached for the bottle again. "So, tell me, my friend. Who are you playing against tomorrow?" Rally asked, leaning back into the couch with his own drink. "Just a local team from North Carolina, the Super eagles" Jade replied, reaching for the bottle and pouring himself another round.

I stated, nodding my head fervently as I spoke, "I'm sure everything that happened back then was Don Pablo, he is the real enemy behind us." I added, even as the words resonated with the conviction in my heart.

My own goal was catching that bàstard. * * " Why do you trust your enemies so easily, boss?" Knife asked. Knife and I were alone outside Nagisa's house, dumping the dead bodies at a section of the house where they would be buried by Nagisa's servants. " I don't know," I said. " I crush my enemies when I make them my friend. Those was Abraham Lincoln's words. They tell you a lot about friends and enemies. A friend is good and all but he's also dangerous. He knows a lot about you. Meanwhile an enemy you make your friend has nothing against you. An enemy has so much to prove than a friend that's why I employ my enemies best."

“He was my father’s friend. Before all this. He used to visit our pack when I was a kid. Brought gifts. Books about wolves, about science. He made me believe we could be more than what we were.” Dante turned toward him. “You trusted him.” Aiden nodded. “Until he tried to turn me into a weapon.” The silence that followed was heavier than the snow. Dante reached out and rested a hand on Aiden’s arm—steady, grounding. “He didn’t win then. He won’t win now.” Aiden exhaled slowly. “You really believe that?” “I have to,” Dante said. “Because if I stop believing, I stop fighting. And if I stop fighting, he wins twice.”

I really can’t remember what she called it, I guess Aconitine or something, but she told me, I’d just be weakened for days, it wouldn’t kill me but I refuse to tell him that details. “Yeah, we all know that she hates my guts and wanted so badly to end me, but I guess the person would have reached out to her knowing they have the same goals.” I hinted hoping he would understand what I was pointing out, I could see the wheels in his spinning, and the moment he grinned I knew he had gotten my message. “That saying: The enemy of my enemy is my friend. He knew he could manipulate her to kill you since he also wants to do but he didn’t want to get his hands dirty.” He concluded.

"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..."

He was the only one out of the tens of thousands in the pack who accepted to work for me and bring to the end of Alpha Caramel. Like they said, the enemy of your enemy is your friend, and he was right to want to work for me. The unsettled anger he bore towards Alpha Caramel was long-lasting, and I loved every piece of it. It had something to do with his mate being killed, but I do not remember the details. It was not like I needed that information. So long as he was ready to fight with me, all other information was useless if it had nothing to do with Caramel’s downfall. “Do you have good news for me?” I asked, bringing my cup to my lips.

“No, I have nothing to do on that. That bitch just wanted to rain on my parade.’’ He was scared. He lied to men. He was freaking scared of Solandra more than he feared the Godess herself. On that part, he was not deny that Solandra was not a pebble on the road that you can simply step on and toss around. She is a thorn and thorn makes damages. So, there is another enemy on the loose. As they say, whoever is the enemy of my enemy is my friend. He just gotta wait until this enemy reveals himself. The family butler is dead. So what? He did not know that Solandra had a soft spot for family servants.