Beloved Enemy Novels & Stories

An enemy of my enemy is a friend. I recall little of how I got to be with them because I spent years consumed in hate and grief as a little boy. They took me in because I had no family left. Maybe they felt pity for me, but I grew up to understand that nothing is for free. I’m just a tool in their plan for revenge and I’m happy to comply. We might have different reasons for wanting to destroy the Toranes, and I don’t care. All I care about is seeing them destroyed and on their knees.

“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’m an enemy?...” My brows furrowed with confusion and curiosity at the same time with the word ‘enemy’ ringing nonstop in my head like a ringtone. What exactly does Hunter mean by that? I mean, initially, I did think that I could be in enemy territory when I first opened my eyes and woke up from my slumber. However, if I'm an enemy, why the hell was I brought here? And why then is he leaving me with his mate and requesting my help at the same time too? You can't ask for help from an enemy and leave them alone with someone you love, right?

I could either run south, passing the lands of other Sarendonia packs until I reached the neutral kingdom of Dagonrel, or I could choose north and find myself in Korendorr—the kingdom of our enemy. Alpha Callum might have been dead and his Moon Shadow Pack destroyed, but it sure as three hells didn't deem their lands safe. On the other hand, should I choose south, I would have to get through the lands of Jarith's countless allies and supporters… I felt Jarith's gaze on me and slowly turned to face him. He locked his blue eyes on me. ‘Are you all right, my love?’

“He’s stable for now. Doctors are optimistic about his recovery, but… the memory loss is real. We don’t know how much he doesn’t remember, he might be confused when he wakes up.” I nodded, even though I had already confirmed that for myself last night. “I understand.” She stayed for a moment, like she wanted to say something else, then left, closing the door quietly behind her. I stood there, staring. My plan suddenly felt heavier now that he was right in front of me. This wasn’t just a headline or a name in my head. This was flesh and bone. This was Liam Vance, my enemy, my… husband. On paper, anyway.

"But we have suspects. Three wolves have been making noise about challenging your father for weeks. They disappeared right after the murders." Dmitri turned to face the crowd. Hundreds of wolves stared back at him. Some looked loyal. Some looked uncertain. Some looked hungry. "Does anyone want a war?" Dmitri asked. Silence. Then three wolves stepped forward from the crowd. The first was a massive brute named Viktor, one of his father's old rivals. The second was a younger wolf named Sergei, ambitious and stupid. The third was a woman, Zoya, who'd been his father's beta before Irina.

Daniel let out a chuckle beside him. "I don't think so. They hate eachother so much they want to rip eachother 's throats out. The camera translates that kind of friction into chemistry. Just let them cook" "Good, hold that pose" The photographer called out. Elliot's gaze was intense, unblinking and deep down in those dark eyes, Jade could see a faint, wicked spark of the captain who knew exactly what secrets they were hiding from everyone else in the room.

Moreover, we are going to get divorced in six months. "Alessio, did you... find the sniper?" I steady my voice, pushing the images of my mother's body and her blood back down into that part of my brain. The one where I lock up all my unpleasant memories and things. "Yes. Maciej Kowalski." A lightning bolt strikes my head. Metaphorically. The demonic voices are getting louder and louder, laughing maniacally, drowning out all surrounding sounds, but I swallow them down to ask. "Kowalski. Then... who's Adela Kowalski to him?" I see his eyes twitch and his gaze darkens.

Astrid Lancetii is known as a multi billionaire CEO in London. As a vampire who saw her mother destroyed by a blood-bond, Astrid’s life is governed by one rule: Never depend on a single source. She keeps her hunger satisfied through casual, fleeting encounters, ensuring no one ever gets close enough to own her. Until she picks the wrong man for a snack. William Winchester isn’t just another high-society playboy. He is the Alpha of the disgraced Winchester Pack, a man who has spent years in the shadows planning to reclaim the legacy Astrid’s father stole from him. After a night of calculated passion, William reveals his trap: a high-definition recording of Astrid’s true nature. With the

Craig grunts in my direction. “Right, so…” I start trying to break the tension. It is clear that these two do not like me for whatever reason and I do not want to go on a rescue mission while having to watch my back against those on my team. “Beta James and I share a mate. She was taken from here earlier today. James was gravely injured.” It was the first time that I had admitted to anyone that James and I share a mate and I was surprised that I did not feel any anger or resentment from the statement.