Beloved Enemy Novels & Stories

" 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

"You know what our enemies will do. They won't attack you directly. They'll attack her. They'll use her. They'll try to break her because they know they can't beat you any other way. They only have to reach the one person who can destroy you from the inside." I didn't interrupt. Everything he said was true. After several minutes of silence I walked to the window overlooking the sea. Memories came without invitation: the wedding where I first took her, Matteo's kidnapping, the rubble in Sicily, the interrogation room, the quiet way she'd cleaned blood from my hands without flinching. Every enemy had already started aiming at her. I spoke without turning around. "Then I'll make sure no one liv

They walked closely and slowly until they reached the pyre, "Be free my love, fly away until the plains of victory! Became a bird as you always wanted to be!" They lit the pyre together, relying on each other strength, seeing the flames and feeling the blaze until it was unbearable, they stood aside, watching until the flames consumed the shrouded body and became ash, then Alexa reaches for the center, "Andrew's death was caused by an arrow in a cowards move, under the protection of the white flag! We will avenge him, everyone is ready to engage the enemy we will march or they will come to us!" Then she turned to Elia, "If you want you don't need to be a part of this, I could use your help,

Malachi chuckled humorlessly, "that one? She thinks she's special. I'll fuck her right in front of Carter and when I'm done, I'll kill the both of them." I smiled when I heard Malachi's plan. With him, I didn't need to lift a finger to get what I want. But curiously, I asked, "so what does this all have to do with me?" "An enemy of my enemy is my friend." Malachi smiled sinisterly. "How am I sure I can trust you?" I asked again. I needed to be extra careful therefore I couldn't entertain any mistake and trusting Malachi blindly would be the greatest mistake in my life.

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.

His head tilted slightly, returning to papers. "Did anyone tell you? You're cruel," I said exasperatedly. He chuckled, "Yes, I heard it from the pretty mouth of my mate, just right now," "I'm not your mate. You're my enemy." I told him for the first time. He was terrifying me. I shouldn't forget that he was my enemy. His father killed my father. "I didn't kill your father, love. You must have heard the rumors about me, they are true." He said without lifting his gaze to me.

Floyd explained, making him furious at him for his words. “How dare you call me a fool." He roared and Floyd quickly apologized. Floyd hated one thing about him, and it was that he always ignored the truth. Then calmly, he replied, “ he will never do that. He has been a faithful guard to me since a long time. And I trusted him." “Do you think you can afford it?" Floyd demanded, “Alpha Logan is one of the strongest and ruthless wolf I have ever seen, and many packs respected him. And the war you are preparing with him, do you think you can fight it?"

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.

Thorne would kill me if I even thought of that. The enemy of my enemy. "I'm with you," I said firmly. Because the enemy of my enemy might not be my friend. But right now, he was all I had.

They fought their way through the fortress, overcoming many obstacles and challenges along the way. Finally, they came to the heart of the fortress, where the enemy's leader waited for them. He was a towering figure with eyes that glowed like embers, and he seemed to radiate an aura of dark and malevolent power. "So, you are the ones who have been causing me so much trouble," he sneered, his voice like a rusty gate. "I will enjoy watching you die." Maya and Arin exchanged a glance, feeling a sense of determination and courage. They knew that they had come too far to turn back now.