Beloved Enemy Novels & Stories

She called again, slightly leaning towards him with a little frown on her temple. "Have you ever thought that there could be a mole among us?" She asked. "Fabiola?" Pops called in a fatherly tone. "Yes Pops." She answered, attentively giving him her ears. "In life, it doesn't matter what you do, how rich you are or how powerful you are, even how broke and bankrupt you are, or simple and kind, or evil… you'll always have enemies. One thing you should keep in mind is that; your enemy is never from outside, he is from within. He opens the door for the thief to come in."

“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.”

“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.”

“Do you smell that?” Kaela nodded. Her heart thudded once, heavy. Smoke. But not the old kind. Fresh. Thick. Closer than it should be. They weren’t alone anymore. *** Think they’ll survive this war... or each other first? 😵 Please, comment your thoughts. ***

“Why would Jones want to hurt Roman?” “Jealousy, everyone sees the way you look at Roman, he sees it too. You would still choose the toxic man who hurt you over the sweet boy who is being nice to you.” Brielle kept explaining. Her words made Reyna blush in embarrassment, everyone could see how she looked at Roman? How does she look at Roman? “So they pull out that old rule: The enemy of the enemy is my friend and they become allies to get rid of Roman. His son is out of the picture and he gets the girl.”

His hand never leaves the small of my back as he ushers me forward. I breathe in deep and step ahead. “I know most of you already have your opinions about me,” I say, as steady as I can manage, “and given my past actions, I don’t blame you.” Draven’s fingers tighten around mine in quiet support. “But hear me when I say there is an enemy among you—one that, if not dealt with now, may become too strong to stop later.” “Get to the point, woman,” another alpha growls. “Who is this enemy, and what has he done to make himself one?”

I'm a queen now, bonded to an Alpha I hated with my life, standing beside the male who killed my family, smiling to the crowd with the blood of his victim drying on my face . I've never felt more trapped in my life.

" No one said anything to that. Wise. I return to looking through the window. One of the warriors in the courtyard catches my attention. He is a young pup barely two years past his first shift and immediately directs his gaze to the ground when his eyes meet mine. They are all afraid to look at me. Good, because fear is the most honest thing people ever show to you. But that girl had looked at me. Now that I think about it, despite being starved and bound. She clearly could not hold herself upright yet she had said: Why would I kill the one person who was kind to me? I grind my teeth. She knows something. Elara had trusted her far more than she should. More than I had realized until it was a

My expression hardened into something cold and unreadable. "To who?" The soldier hesitated. And suddenly I knew I wasn't going to like the answer. Not even a little. The man's face turned even paler than before. Then he spoke. And the name that left his mouth made my blood run cold. Because it wasn't an enemy. It wasn't Rinaldi. It wasn't an outsider. It was someone from inside my own circle. Someone I trusted. Someone who had access to everything. And in that moment, I realized the betrayal was far worse than I imagined. Far closer. Far more personal.