Beloved Enemy Novels & Stories

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.”

"And now you're asking for an alliance? How… unexpected. Especially from someone as haughty as you." Steven exhaled heavily. "Times change," he said curtly. "My pack's survival is more important to me than my pride. And unexpected challenges require unexpected allies." He returned their gaze unflinchingly. "I'm sure you're familiar with the saying: The enemy of my enemy is my friend." A spark of something passed through their eyes. Finally, one of them stepped forward. "You precede your reputation, Steven Blackwood," she murmured, a hint of a smile playing on her lips.

When he turned back to me, his expression was raw with rage. "Yes, I blame you!" His voice was a thunderous roar. "If the Moon Goddess hadn’t made you my mate, I would at least know who my enemies are. But with you—" He shook his head, his gaze burning with something almost like disgust. "With you, all I see is a liar. A pretender. You act like you’re devoted, but you’re nothing more than a pawn in your brother’s game." His next words crushed whatever fragile hope I had left.

I motioned to the dining table for us to sit, and when she was seated, she clasped her hands as she waited for me to start. “So, where do you want me to start,” I asked nervously. “You’re an acquaintance of my brothers, but I’ve done some research on the internet, and it says your family and mine are enemies.” Her eyes filled with tears. “When our fathers were in charge, we were, but since Luca and I took over, it’s a bit more civil, and I would never hurt you.” “I know that,” she admitted. “Will I have to choose?” “Do you think your brothers would make you choose?” I asked her, suddenly terrified of what she might say.

“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.

And so much more that she absolutely adored. Enemies to lovers was one she loved most, it being the one to spark that desire inside her. To have someone hate you so much, yet love you all the same... It was serene. And she wished to experience such a comfort of someone knowing all the worst parts of her and saying that despite it all, they would choose her.

I stood frozen in the doorway, my fingers tightening around the doorknob as memories I had buried long ago threatened to break free. There had been a time when flowers like these would have made me happier than any expensive gift. A time when I believed every bouquet was proof that he loved me. A dangerous ache stirred inside my chest. For one reckless moment... I almost wanted to believe things could still be different. Footsteps stopped behind me. "I thought you'd like them," Adrian said quietly, uncertainty slipping into his voice. I walked farther into the room and stopped beside the nearest bouquet. Carefully, I picked it up. The familiar scent of roses drifted through the air. Once, th

“You said you were ready to die. You went on about having this crazy fantasy about a killer with striking honey brown eyes and statuesque build make him appear radiant and perfectly dashing.” “Yeah… but have you seen you? You don’t fit the description. You look like you were drawn with a shaky hand. I refuse to remain perpetually miserable as I march towards the afterlife.” “You deceitful bitch…” my opponent screams angrily. “It’s called a strategy. First rule of war… never trust your enemy.” “Goodbye, Mr. Bald Man.”

“Then stop pushing me away every time I try to come close. You keep claiming to care, to want family, but the moment I act like a sister, you shut me out. It is not like I wanted you as my enemy. I was raised to see you as an enemy. I only stood against all of that when I saw you really were what you all really were, what he was and what he is. If I had another choice, I would have made it. I did not. At that time I thought that he was my one family and at that time he was my one family. Now allow me to be part of your family. Because I do not belong to him, I do not belong to that darkness.” She looked down, the wind brushing strands of hair across her face. “It’s not that simple.” “I know

I cut him off, He glared at me and I raised my hands in surrender and gestured for him to continue. "I'm here so we can work together to take down our enemy." He announced. I raised an eyebrow in question. " And who's that enemy may I add?" "Robert Reed." He spat out. I blanched in shock. "Your father?" I asked confused. Why does he want to take down his father?