Beloved Enemy Novels & Stories

I sighed before pushing her gently, wanting her to look me in the eye. “One thing that you need to understand, Sienna, is that I'm never going to blame you for whatever they are doing because I know that you do not, will not, and never have taken any part of it. I understand that this is not something that you like. I understand what you are trying to tell me. But sometimes you need to understand one thing. Our enemies come from family before they come from those who are strangers. Our enemies were once our friends, by the way. There is a reason why there are enemies right now and there is a reason why we stand against them. Family, friends, blood, water, bones, whatever it is that you can n

They are so beautiful, even when frowning. “Well, you told me warlocks and witches are your natural enemies. So, I am basically your enemy”. “Of course not, my love!”. Aiden exclaims, his frown being replaced with the cutest set of puppy dog eyes. “Only those who have harmed innocent people are our enemies, baby girl. I don’t give a f*ck which species they are, even if they are dragons. But never you, baby girl. Never. You could kill off every living being on the planet, and I would still love you”. Asher adds, and we all freeze at the same time.

"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.

Olga cut him off as she grew obnoxious and insisted on his feelings for her, yelling, "Never think about the past because it is all gone, and maybe never make the same mistake again because we are in a new era with modern technologies and lifestyles. What we need to do is work hard to be productive, move on, forgive our enemies for their wrongdoings against us, and have the spirit of forgetfulness because God, who teaches us to love others the way we love ourselves, right?" Adding, “Ethan, God wants us to love our adversaries, pardon those who have wronged us, and make amends for everything that others have done to us." He goes on to say, "In the letter of one apostle, he says, 'Do not take

"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."

She could feel heat radiating from his piercing gaze, intense and unwavering, as it locked onto her lips the moment she dared to open her eyes. "Is this what they mean when they say keep your friends close and enemies even closer?" The question reverberated in her mind, a breathless whisper tinged with confusion and urgency. She wrestled with her thoughts, realizing, 'He's not the enemy here or my foe; that title belongs to Sheppard Choi. Victor Choi, on the other hand, is nothing more than a captivating challenge—intriguing, unpredictable, and undeniably compelling man that could easily sidetrack her from her mission at hand.'

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."

“She has your mind, your fury, but she fights with something you never had, purpose. Men would die for her. That makes her lethal.” “Don’t say her name,” the Vulture said quietly. Santiago hesitated. “You still...” “I said don’t.” The silence was sharp, suffocating. Then, softly, “She made her choice. She stands beside the man who took everything from me. That makes her my enemy.” Santiago exhaled. “You’re an interesting man, Vulture. Declaring your own blood an enemy.” The Vulture turned from the window, his face pale under the lightning. “I declare anyone who betrays me an enemy. Even God.”

She was the only one who also knew how close I was with him. Or could it really be that stalker? "I don't believe you." I spat out; the muscles in my body were starting to get less tense after listening to her confession, which was quite believable. "I am not forcing you to do that." She shrugged. "You now have more enemies. The enemy of my enemy is my friend. I really want to know who that person is, and let me see if I could also get to figure things out with that person." She added, her hands touching my hair while her eyes filled with pity. "Have a good night's rest."

I looked at her for a moment, then I let out a quiet breath. “Yes,” I said simply. “And fortunately,” I added, “the enemy of our enemy is our friend.”